I did not deliberately search my memory for the name Wang Chan. After all, I had never been to Central Henan, nor had I been to Heze.
"Perhaps we both look so ordinary that we seem familiar," I said. He smiled faintly. "Is that so? I feel there seems to be a very subtle connection between us. That is why I felt an immediate affinity with you upon meeting you."
As he spoke, he picked up his teacup. "Come, let us use tea in place of wine and have a toast—to our reunion."
I narrowed my eyes. If he had said we were drinking to our acquaintance, I could have understood it. But he had said it was for our reunion. What did that mean?
Still, I raised my cup. "Cheers!"
Only after drinking the tea did I ask, "Brother Wang, you just said we were toasting to our reunion. I do not quite understand."
"It is normal not to understand. Sometimes, there is no need to make everything perfectly clear. That is exhausting and tiring."
"So, according to you, we should be old acquaintances?"
"That is right. It is just that you have already forgotten me."
I gave a bitter smile. I truly had no impression of him at all.
"A person's memories do not necessarily come from this lifetime. They may also come from a past life."
After saying that, he drank another cup of tea by himself, then stood up. "All right, I have seen an old friend. It is time for me to leave."
As he spoke, he took a small notebook from his pocket. "Take this. It may come in handy at a critical moment."
I picked it up and flipped through it. The entire notebook was only palm-sized, and there was not a single