C150 (1/2)
If you were a woman of the south of the river, I would be the one you missed under your arm; if you were the boy who fled from school, I would be the new marble that fell from your bag, and I would watch you go away without knowing it; if you were a monk with a face to the wall, I would be the incense in front of the temple, burning and accompanying you for a quiet time.
As a result, when they met in this life, they always felt that some of their former paths had not been fulfilled, yet they were still in a trance, unable to be carefully distinguished and could not be described to you one by one. If I have to separate, I should also say goodbye properly. I should also keep in mind my thanks for the memory that you gave me.
If it is so, if you must know. If you still must know, then go back slowly and look carefully. On that young night, there was something, something, that struck our delicate and sensitive hearts. How clear the moon had been that young night, clear and clean as water. I always wanted to walk that beautiful path with you.
There is a gentle wind, there are white clouds, there is you beside me, listening to my happy and grateful heart. My request was actually very small, as long as there was such a summer day, as long as I walked through it, like that once. And to me, day after day and night, but only some unexpected arrangements, and so many trivial mistakes, we slowly separated, let me tonight, finally understand. All the sadness has been turned into ashes. I can't walk with you on that path in the world. Whether I'm going to cry or smile goodbye to you, life is a sad show, and when the lights come on, I have to sing the hardest act of all.
Zhang Song left the place he thought he would protect for the rest of his life.
The sun was setting, sweeping across the city's red, unadorned roofs, casting long shadows on the old flagstones, making the strollers feel as if they were passing through medieval time and space.
”What should we do? There are still three days until the deadline. We have to think of something.”
”Only three days left?” Zhang Jun was deep in thought.
”Three days later, if Zhang Song still hasn't appeared, then no one can stop the fate of being expelled, what should we do?” Su Xiang had a face full of worry. He had been a soldier for many years, but in front of his good friend, he did not pretend at all. He would smile whenever he was happy and cry whenever he felt sad.
”Can't wait any longer. We still have three days. We'll wait and see.” Zhang Fei was also a little worried, but he did not reveal it like Su Xiang, Bao Hanyong and the others did. He remained as calm and collected as Zhang Jun, but everyone did not know that at that moment, his heart was the same as everyone else, anxious and uneasy.
”No, no matter what, I can't let the school expel Zhang Song. As long as it can prevent Zhang Song from being expelled, I don't mind having a few ghosts in my hands.” Zhou Xinmin's eyes were ice-cold, his expression definite.
”Count me in.” Su Xiang said.
”Count me in too.” Following after Su Xiang, Bao Hanyong continued.
”And me.” Zuo Zhixing said.
”Since we are all brothers, how can you leave me behind?” Zhang Han also joined everyone's decision.
A bloody battle plan was formed amidst everyone's agreement. After this, all they had to do was wait patiently.
Seeing everyone's gaze that seemed to spew fire at him, Zhang Jun smiled sweetly in his heart, but he did not reveal it. Instead, he shouted angrily at the crowd, ”Have you all thought of the consequences of doing this? Let me tell you, if you do this, you will only harm him, and instead push him towards the edge of the cliff, becoming the target of public criticism. ” I assure you, he will definitely appear in front of you within three days. If he does not appear, if the school dares to expel him, I will flatten this school to the ground. ” Zhang Jun stared at the crowd, his eyes determined.
In a room under the same sky.
”He still hasn't come? Could it be that I did something wrong this time? I didn't think he loved her so much. ”There are only three days left, looks like I have to step in.” A young man in a white robe looked up at the stars in the sky and said something that others couldn't understand.
The night silently engulfed the land. Around ten in the evening, the train heading to North Anhui led the people there as they slowly left the boundaries of the ancient city's Anqing. In the middle of the night, what welcomed them was the ancient battlefield at Huai River.
Life is like a trip, on a train, no one knows the end. But in the middle of the process, there would be many people coming and going from the car to and from the car. Among these people, there were their family, friends and, of course, strangers. When you realize that one of them might mean a lot to you, perhaps he's already in the other car, and when you get up and stagger to the middle of the two cars and try to sit next to him, you realize that he's already there.
Sitting on the slow train, Zhang Song was completely awake. His neck, which had been looking out of the window for a long time, was now stiff. He retrieved his gaze from the carriage and casually sized up the few people seated in front of him. All of the unfamiliar faces did not make him stop his gaze, after sizing up the few people in front of him, Zhang Song's gaze shifted to the two people seated beside him.
After his gaze landed on the two people by his side, Zhang Song's gaze never left them again. The person sitting next to him was very familiar, but he could not recall anything about him. However, he could feel that they had met before, and he must have seen this person before.
The young man sitting beside Zhang Song had short hair, but he was different from the others. His hair was slightly curly, and from the looks of it, it was not specially made for the day after tomorrow. This man's skin was a little dark compared to Zhang Song's. He was shorter than Zhang Song and was about 1.65 meters.