uld never meet again. however, when i browsed the entries about him, i found out excitedly that he is still in p.r.c.!!
without a moment hesitation, i ran upstairs to my dorm and found out my old address book. thank goodness, his home no was still there.
after 3 times calling with no answer replies, i eventually got him on the phone. he was more surprised than i could imagine that when i asked for his hp no he was too nervous to remember it.
life is enjoyable in moments such like this. old friends meet again surprisingly, on a road of their own ways to their dreams. they look at the face of each other, and recognize the old pal. it is such moment that makes me feel grateful to life: whenever i set off for a new destination, i see i have friends in the same direction, with whom i won't feel alone any more.