Continuing from the previous text, the story picks up where it left off. Hu Yiming tearfully enrolled in the Nanyang Vocational and Technical College located far away in Conghua, choosing the CNC major. In the first year, the dormitory classmates smoked cigarettes without restraint, forcing him to apply to the school to change dormitories. After that, he also had an unpleasant relationship with his roommates, only remembering a person from Zhanjiang who frequently went out with his girlfriend to book a hotel, ultimately becoming a father before graduation. During the holidays, he returned to his hometown Wuzhou and recounted the situation to his grandfather, who responded, "You haven't learned to walk, but you've learned to run." The only collective activity he participated in was when the entire dormitory went for a massage before graduation. During this time, Hu Yiming also encountered a high school alumnus at school, asking if his name was Guo Yongjing. After receiving a positive response, there was no further communication.

The department that Guo Yongjing entered was responsible for training new students in military training. Since the school could not hire enough military personnel each year due to expansion, they would train some current students. It was amusing that the people in this department thought highly of themselves, and bullying new students was not uncommon; they were not particularly polite to their classmates either. Hu Yiming, on the other hand, was neither sycophantic nor aloof towards the CNC association he was part of. Indeed, the so-called "foolish Guo Yongjing" ended up in such a foolish department.

Everyone's campus life was generally aimless, either passing the days or going through them in a crazy manner, while Hu Yiming only began to start his journey in his third year when he was about to intern.

At that time, a manufacturer of automotive parts set up a booth at the school to recruit interns, so Hu Yiming went to apply. Later, upon arrival, he found that the work was dirty and involved pressing molds on the automotive parts production line, responsible for using measuring instruments to check if they met standards. I spent almost a year in the same class with my Hakka roommate, who was not on good terms with me. Thinking about Hu Yiming, who seemed quite relaxed at school, I would occasionally call him to chat because in our dormitory of eight people, five were Hakka, and speaking Cantonese would lead to isolation. Plus, the president, a person from Wuchuan named Zhou, was quite "cunning." So, my calls with Hu Yiming were purely to speak Cantonese. The reason I actively participated in the activities of the drama group I was in at that time was also because there were people who spoke Cantonese with me.

However, ever since a certain time when I talked to Hu Yiming and he made a mouse sound, I had to wait for half a month for any replies to my messages on WeChat. The first reply was, "Damn, I'm doing all this crap!" After that, whenever he replied to me, the answer was always, "Damn, I'm still doing all this crap." Later, during the last summer vacation of university, taking advantage of his remaining holiday, the originally good relationship between us two learned that he was getting dirty and messy every day, and it was a hassle to pick up his phone. I had even started my vacation a few weeks earlier than him. During this time, it happened to be his birthday. Originally, we planned to celebrate at my expense with water snake porridge in Luoxi New City, but I said I didn't want to go to my grandmother's house. The old lady used this as an excuse to scold me for not visiting. I didn't mention going to see a person named Zhilin from Tongling, Anhui, so she didn't know my whereabouts. However, it was troublesome that she was out and about, appearing like a ghost. Perhaps I was overthinking, so his family decided to change the birthday banquet to Jiangnan Kitchen.

Seeing that he was easygoing and accommodating, I had to attend the banquet. After all, I felt that having someone with a distinct personality whom I met in the second year of high school and played with until graduation was a significant favor. So, I brought two pineapples bought by my father from Shenwan Town in Zhongshan. Although they were relatively small compared to the ones from Xuwen, they had thin skin, were juicy, and easy to extract the flesh. I also brought some salted meat dumplings that my aunt had sent from the countryside in Taishan, as a birthday gift for Hu Yiming. After that, I began to lose contact for half a month, as there was no news or replies during that time.