Hit Me Throwback Again (II) However, if talked of unforgettable memories further, may be the afternoon under that hot weather, we finished the course of that day earlier than normal and went to a cafe shop to hold a small irregular underground meeting to complain about the same girl we felt annoyed; may be the tears that we could't help but still having during the after-school time because of extolling the young friendship in the track field where is coated with warm-coloured lights evenly from sunset; may be those crazy women yelled with my name standing in the opposite of the building and rolling down the banner with wording of happy birthday written out of the window and sining the birthday song ignoring students from the other classes sourrunded during the just 10 minutes of short break between classes. No matter when after today, never forget we just took one or two or so hours to catch up over the past 6, 7 years of our absence in mutual lives through an extremely efficient conversation with alcohols making it even more fun; never forget we asked for having fun together by an old British dude at a Wuxi's bar; trying so hard to get rid of the Germany guy who deployed series flirting attack toward us in the hotel lobby; got really drunk at the midnight and stirred ourselves in the bed of the hotel room and rushed to the railway station to catch the earliest train to go to work in the morning; watched down whole view of Jinji lake from 27th floor height of the hotel; had either a cup of coffee or a glass of red wine and afterward looked around for any good place to retain your ability of English and have a nice oil massage from toe to hair, the figures of you and me showed up at every corner of streets in Shanghai. Thanks for the most clever female friend I have, Michelle Shih, being always around me and never left me alone, please be always as happy as the image of you I know since forever. Soooooooooooo much love for you and never get to be over ever.