C60 (1/2)

They were still deep in their dreams when Zhang Song walked over and shook them a few times with a snort. When Tan Wenhao woke up, he looked at Zhang Song with a headache, ”Brother, what are you calling out so early in the morning?”

Zhang Song chuckled and said, ”Wen Hao, it's late. It's already past 9. Why don't you go back to sleep? I'll leave first. You guys can leave by yourself later.”

Hearing this, Tan Wen Hao nodded his head, then fell back into a deep sleep. Zhang Song shook his head as he watched. He had really drunk too much yesterday. Even he had a headache, not to mention them. He immediately walked out, preparing to find the manager on duty to help take care of his colleagues.

When the manager on duty saw that Zhang Song had asked him to do this, he immediately put on a professional smile and said to Zhang Song, ”Don't worry, they are my guests. I will take good care of them even without you saying anything.” Zhang Song looked at her and gave her an evil smile before walking out.

Zhang Song walked out of the Imperial Restaurant and looked at the bustling street outside. As the sun directly shined on him, he started to feel his body become lazy, and his mind started to recall the scene from last night. He couldn't help but shake his head with all his might to clear his mind, and then the image of a woman appeared in his mind.

If the end of parting was meeting, then would it be parting after meeting?

Under the quiet firmament, one could still see the withered flowers, the people who had left, and the years that they had failed to live up to.

Looking at the bustling crowd on the street, Zhang Song raised his head to look at the deep blue colored clouds in the sky and smiled. He was smiling because he thought of a person. A person that was very important to him. That person was none other than his pure and moving elder sister.

”It's New Year's Eve today, so I'm sure big sister will be going home. If they lose me, will they be able to blend into this happy atmosphere?” Zhang Song looked at the smiling faces of the people and could not help but talk to himself.

An hour later, Zhang Song arrived at the train station. It turned out that the reason why Zhang Song was late for the annual dinner was because he had booked a ticket online. Therefore, he had rushed to the train station to retrieve the ticket. Because it was close to the Spring Festival, every vehicle was hard to find. China is a large population country, and people working outside know that near the Spring Festival every year, China's air, rail, and passenger traffic hubs are being filled with people who wish to return to their homes, and every station is crowded with people. Although the government has put in place policies to make sure that people can return home for the new year, there are simply too many people to buy a ticket to return home. Thus, a series of strange methods, such as cycling, motorcycle, tricycle, etc., have been put on display for millions of miles, only to go home and reunite with their families.

The station has always been a meeting and parting place, so it is a contradiction between happiness and sadness. Looking at the endless stream of people shuttling back and forth inside the train station, Zhang Song found a place to sit down and quietly waited for the ticket check to enter the station.

Some people were happy while others were worried. In that far away place, there was a beauty that could not be found. She looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and her thoughts drifted to that strange city, a city, a person, and a heart. She entrusted all of her thoughts to that faint breeze, letting it bring her to that person's side, allowing him to have the warmth and aura of a home in that strange city; letting him no longer feel lonely and lonely in that strange city.

One heart, one strong, one lonely, one lonely, one loving, one vow, one waiting. Can time stay? Would a long parting bring eternal happiness? Could they keep each other's original happiness? Can the heart of a cross print not deteriorate? Could the summit of the River of Forgetfulness say something that would last until death?

When the Resurrection Lily blooms on the other side of the river, the Bridge of Helplessness will be broken.

With a dull expression, she muttered to herself, ”Song, if you can hear my call, then please send a letter to me with Feng Er to resolve my worries. If, if you are also thinking about me, then please come back as soon as possible.” He turned his lonely body, only leaving behind a faint fragrance and the sound of his words as they floated into the distance with Feng Er.

As the night fell, the bustling streets were now deserted and devoid of people. Every household lit up a lively lantern. The annual New Year's Eve feast was about to arrive. The adults were chatting happily, while the children were laughing nonstop. Their laughter was coming from every single house, echoing the music as they played a beautiful melody.

The empty street was cold and deserted. However, he didn't know when, but as he was walking on this desolate street, his figure gradually became longer as the moon hung in the sky. In ancient times, there was a great poet Li Bai who once described a classic saying, ”Raise your goblets and invite the moon to take the shape of three people.” But now, the person on the street didn't have the mood Li Taibai had once.

It was Zhang Song. Since it was New Year's Eve and people had already gone home for New Year's Eve dinner, he got off the train and couldn't find the train. So he kept running home to reunite with his family. Although there was no one on the street at the moment, all the lights in the houses were brightly lit. As if lighting up the path home for Zhang Song who had lost his way, he watched as the figure gradually disappeared under the black curtain of the sky.