Ten years after graduation, I met him again at a class reunion in Beijing. Among a group of male classmates nearing thirty who had already started to gain weight, he remained as youthful and handsome as ever. At the dinner table, we sat far apart and didn't exchange a single word. As the party ended, a light rain began to fall, so I hurried to leave. To my surprise, he stood in front of my car, blocking my way. "Xiao Shan," his eyes were as clear as they used to be. Perhaps because of the rain, his voice seemed to carry a hint of slight worry. "Could you give me a ride for a bit?"