Preserving Memories

In the end, we realized that we traded our time for unforgettable memories. Seven years ago, on a weekend night, Liang Shuang returned home from a gathering with friends like JUNO and Tingfeng. He found it odd when he told his father, who was fixated on the TV, that someone had called home looking for him and left a note in his room. In this digital age, friends typically use mobile phones to communicate, so who would call his home? He couldn't recall ever giving out his home phone number. Picking up the note from his desk, he read: "Nintendo, phone: 93673047, please reply in case of an emergency." Liang Shuang's eyes lit up—it was Nintendo! It had been years since he had seen this childhood friend. After they had drifted apart...