Cultural Festival Day two, Dubian Che hadn't gone anywhere.
He was in the Executive Committee office, finding a spot untouched by the sun, and from morning till evening, he sat there, re-reading "Don Quixote" in its original Spanish.
Because Jiutiao Meijie's demands during the preparation of the Cultural Festival were very strict, no unexpected incidents occurred during the festival day.
"Let's go."
Dubian Che, pulled back from the world of his book, looked at Jiutiao Meijie with a hint of confusion.
"Closing ceremony," Jiutiao Meijie explained briefly.
"Is it that time already?" Dubian Che looked out the window, where the typhoon had passed, and a gentle, fiery sun hung in the west.
He closed the book, stretched, and groaned, "Hmm—okay, let's go."
Jiutiao Meijie glanced at the table where Dubian Che's tie lay.
Dubian Che, noticing her gaze, realized and said, "Almost forgot."
