And the crit of life is often more than once.
Just as Song Yan hung up the phone, Xia Zhiye's call also came.
Because the Nanwu exam is more difficult than the Beijing exam, Xia Zhiye scored only 712 in total, but he still managed to get the top score in science in Nanwu City.
They are all municipalities directly under the Central Government, all are provincial administrative units, all are champions, all have six-figure scholarships, and they all have secured admission tickets to top universities. your favorite profession.
Moreover, these two people have just grown up, and they have assets under their names that ordinary struggles may not be able to achieve in a lifetime, and they also have Yan Youleg and a boyfriend.
All kinds of factors combined, Shen Jiayan was so angry that he took Zhou Ziqiu's hand, turned his head and left.
That night, I also accepted various attacks and criticisms in the group of friends for a full three hours because of my ugly jealous face.
Even Shang Huai, who was busy preparing his debut album, joined this army.
[Top star superstar Shang Xiaohuai]: It’s too much, it’s really too much, it’s really too much, so much that I decided to come up with a rap titled “Nuwa”
[The Sweetest Milkberry in the World]:
[Top superstar Shang Xiaohuai]: diss her technology was extremely unstable when creating humans, which led to all kinds of unfair and ugly phenomena in the world, as well as her perfunctory attitude of pinching me with mud
[wild]: support
[wild]: and give sympathy
[wild]: but helpless
[Top superstar Shang Xiaohuai]:? ?
[Top superstar Shang Xiaohuai]: Are you human
[wild]: A god, if you will.
[Top superstar Shang Xiaohuai]: ...
[Top superstar Shang Xiaohuai]: The group leader kicks this person out for me!
[wild has been removed from the group chat]
[Top superstar Shang Xiaohuai]: I can finally swear unscrupulously, follow me, Song Yan and Xia Zhiye are two old dogs!
[The sweetest milkberry in the world]: Song Yan and Xia Zhiye are two old dogs!
[autumn]:...
[Social You Kongjie]: ...
[Not allowed to come to Japan for a long time]:...
[The study committee only loves to study]:...
[Top superstar Shang Xiaohuai]:
[The Sweetest Milkberry in the World]:
[Top superstar Shang Xiaohuai]: What's wrong
[yan]: I am still in the group
Because Song Yan never spoke in the group, and he didn't say a word after the attack meeting started, so that Shang Huai and Shen Jiayan, who had just been pulled into the group, didn't realize that there was still a demon in the group.
So three seconds later.
[yan has been removed from the group chat]
Afterwards, Song Yan and Xia Zhiye didn't know what kind of horrific personal attacks those people carried out on the two of them.
Anyway, they didn't intend to care about those obvious jokes, they just stood under the glass ceiling of the balcony, leaned side by side on the railing, and watched the rain on the branches outside the window.
No one said anything, just quietly watching the rain fall in the light, listening to the raindrops falling on the glass ceiling, feeling that the summer wind is really comfortable, cool and pleasant, as if time is so meaningless It's not bad to flow by.
Until Song Yan suddenly lowered his head and chuckled.
It was rare for Xia Zhiye to see him smile for no reason, so he turned his head and asked, "What? Did you think of something happy?"
"It's nothing." Song Yan rested his arms on the railing and looked into the distance in the rain, "I just didn't expect us to do it, and I still think it's quite fantasy."
The coercion he and Shen Jiayan pretended was just to tease him, but in fact they didn't have any guarantees in their hearts.
After all, there are too many people in this world who are smarter than them and work harder than them. They are not geniuses or miracles. What they can do in the exam depends on luck.
But they did it, and both of them did it, like the extra luck that God bestowed on them, so smooth that it was a bit unreal.
Xia Zhiye put his arms around Song Yan's shoulders cheekily, and said with a lazy smile: "It's okay, just get used to it, after all, fortune-tellers call me Wangfu, so in the future, such fantasy things will probably be indispensable, such as There is a little surprise...”
Before he could finish speaking, Song Yan's cell phone rang again.
When they saw the words "Song Minghai" on the screen, both of them slightly suppressed the smiles on their faces.
After a brief hesitation, Song Yan still chose to swipe his fingertips to connect to the phone, but did not speak.
But after hearing the tired and hoarse voice on the other end of the phone, "Song Yan, go home tomorrow", he asked coldly, "What's the matter?"
"Your aunt Tan and I have divorced, and the company has also been let go. You will move back home tomorrow."
I don't know if it's because of the hoarseness or a series of accidents that have sharpened Song Minghai's spirit, but Song Yan could hear a bit of depression from that always high voice.
Song Yan didn't speak.
Song Minghai paused, and added another sentence: "Today's physical examination report came out, alcoholic liver cirrhosis."
Song Yan curled up her knuckles while holding the phone, her voice was still calm: "Compensation period or non-compensation period?"
"Compensation period."
"Ok."
When Song Yan got this answer, he felt relieved.
He hated Song Minghai, and desperately wanted to leave Song Minghai, and even never wanted to see Song Minghai again for the rest of his life.
But he didn't want Song Minghai to be seriously ill and dying at this very moment.
Because if that's the case, that damn sense of morality will kidnap him by Song Minghai's side.
Fortunately, Song Minghai only had early-stage cirrhosis of the liver. Even if he lost his status and company rights, his spare money was enough for his treatment and living.
So Song Yan has nothing to be kidnapped by morality, and said lightly: "Okay, then take care of your health and die."
"Song Yan!" The other end of the phone called out a little eagerly, and then, as if realizing that he had lost his composure, he forcibly calmed down, "I am your father, and this is a fact that can never be changed."
"So when you lose your capacity for civil conduct one day, I will be your guardian to support you, and if there is no accident, I should be better than you as a guardian. At least I won't almost kill you twice." Song Yan's tone was flat and mocking.
Song Minghai's tone seemed to be gritted his teeth slightly: "Do you hate me that much? Would you rather follow an outsider to fight against me than listen to me? Since you were young, did I miss your food or your food?" Wear, which one did you learn is not the best? Song Yan, I'm not as sorry as you think."
At that moment, Song Yan suddenly didn't want to argue anymore.
He nodded lightly without expression: "You are right, so when I was not sensible, I was clinging to my father like other children. As for why I have come to this point today, I think you know the answer better than anyone else. .As for your illness..."
Song Yan spoke objectively and calmly: "Even if your career fails and your wife and children are separated, you are still better than many other people, at least you can afford to be cured. So there are indeed many weak people who are powerless in this world, but if you can , be kind to those people, and you should accumulate some virtue for your own illness, what do you think, Dad?"
Song Yan's extremely calm and indifferent "Dad" yelled that Song Minghai on the other end of the phone almost stopped breathing.
When Song Yan was not born, he really hated this existence, and felt that it was a torture tool that tied him to this marriage, but as Song Yan said, Song Yan was very sensible at that time, and would always be obedient and soft. call him papa.
So from then on, even though he didn't want to look at their mother and child more, he didn't let go of raising the child.
It's just how it ended up like this.
Song Minghai didn't know if that faint emotion was called regret, but he only knew that he probably knew the answer, so he asked, as if throwing the last helpless bargaining chip in a negotiating field: "If I agree with you and Xia Zhiye How about together?"
If he had heard this sentence a year and a half ago, Song Yan thought that he would have forgiven Song Minghai for all his indifference and hurt in the past, and even be grateful to Dade, and let go of the past.
But when he heard this sentence now, he just felt like a sarcasm that hurts after a while.
He thought that Song Minghai might really start to regret after losing his family's wealth and health, but he always thought in an arrogant way, so he never figured out the real reason why he lost these things.
Then let Song Minghai regret spending the rest of his life in pain.
As for Song Minghai's question, Song Yan only answered decently: "Thank you for your understanding, but your support is not important to me now, so I will not go back, and I hope that we will not have unnecessary troubles in the future." I wish you a speedy recovery. Goodbye."
After finishing speaking, he hung up, blocked Song Minghai's number, and let out a long breath.
Putting his hands on the railing, he looked into the distance and asked: "Xia Zhiye, am I particularly worthless? Should I hate Song Minghai very much, and then wish for him to die early, curse him viciously every day, add insult to injury, and use whatever means possible?"
Instead of being like now, because I still thank him for giving me a life and then offering myself food and drink to the greatest favor, I chose the most calm and indifferent way.
Not hearty at all.
There is no pleasure of revenge at all.
But he really doesn't feel it anymore, he doesn't hate, he doesn't care anymore, he just feels like a stranger, it doesn't matter, because it doesn't matter whether this person cares, praises him or gives him emotional comfort up.
Song Yan felt that this made him look worthless.
Xia Zhiye turned his head to look at him: "Song Yan, do you know why I like you so much?"
"Because you are interested in sex."
"..."
It's the same reason.
"But it's not all." Xia Zhiye said slowly, "The first time I thought you were cute was the first time we met and fought. Obviously your face was so stinky that you wanted to beat someone, but you still chose to help me in grandma's life." At that time, your reluctant and stinky face was so cute that I made up my mind to be friends with you on the spot. Later, when I found out that you were not so happy, I made up my mind to be your boy friend, do you know why?"
Song Yan also turned his head to look at him: "Why?"
"Because if a person has received success and happiness since he was a child, then it is only natural for him to grow up like this, but if a person has received suffering and misfortune since he was a child, but he can still grow into this, it shows that he is a kind and soft-hearted person from the bottom of his heart. It is impossible for people to change, so Song Yan, you don't need to be so hostile to face Song Minghai, you deserve to live this life gently."
Xia Zhiye's words fell in the sound of the rain, just like his gaze, firm and calm.
Song Yan met his gaze, suddenly smiled, and turned his head to look out of the window again: "Okay, remember your words, and remember to praise me for being gentle when you are abused by me in the future."
Xia Zhiye's bottom line was also very low, he nodded and said, "It's fine, as long as you don't kill or maim."
"Stupid." Song Yan couldn't help but scolded with a smile, "Do you have some aesthetic problems? Or do you have a tendency to vibrate? Why are you so cheap?"
Just as he finished speaking, Xia Zhiye's cell phone rang.
I don't know when the two of them have been re-invited back to the group, and a group voice call has been initiated.
Xia Zhiye shook the phone towards Song Yan: "It seems that I am not the only one who has aesthetic problems and tends to vibrate M."
Saying that, he pressed the ON button with his fingertips.
Immediately came Shang Huai's voice that belonged to a top-tier superstar: "Master Xia! Brother Yan! I have taken leave from the company! Let's go back to Zaijiu Lane tomorrow, let's get together and walk together!"
Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Yan.
Song Yan didn't bother to look at him, and just let out a "hmm" from his nasal cavity.
Xia Zhiye understood, and replied lazily: "Okay, see you tomorrow night, I may be late for something, you can just find my grandma, she has the key."
After speaking, the other thousands of ducks in the voice immediately quacked again, not knowing what was arguing.
Xia Zhiye hung up the phone with a smile, and said angrily to Song, "After returning to Nanwu tomorrow, you go to Zaijiu Lane first, I'll do some errands, and I'll be here later."
Song Yan remembered the "little surprise" that Xia Zhiye hadn't had time to finish, and asked cautiously, "What are you doing?"
Xia Zhiye smiled mysteriously: "Secret."
Song Yan didn't know what Xia Zhiye's secret little surprise was, and he wasn't interested in knowing. Anyway, it was probably some kind of strange pink thing, but he let it go.
So when they arrived at Nanwu's airport, the two parted ways.
Xia Zhiye went to take care of his business, and Song Yan went to Zaijiu Lane first.
Because Song Yan went to see the teacher of Peking University's admissions office during the day, they set off a bit late, and the plane was delayed, so when they arrived in Nanwu, the sky was already dark and gloomy.
In the depths of Zaijiu Lane, warm yellow lights have already been lit, accompanied by the hustle and bustle of talking and laughing loudly.
The courtyard door was ajar, and as soon as it was pushed open, there was a big round table in the courtyard. Zhou Ziqiu, Shen Jiayan, Fang Chang, Zhao Ruiwen, and Kong Xiaoxiao were sitting around the table laughing and talking, but Shang Huai, who hadn’t seen him for a long time, didn’t know Where did I get a mobile ktv, holding a mic, standing on the steps and doing all kinds of exaggerated poses exclusive to top stars.
Two years ago, the boy who was ugly because of his baby fat and rustic student attire has grown taller, thinner, and whiter after one or two years of training. Feeling, the smile became confident and flamboyant, and standing there really had a bit of attention-grabbing demeanor that a star should have.
It seems that chasing dreams has been very successful.
As soon as he heard the movement at the door, when he looked up and saw Song Yan, he threw the wheat in an instant, and rushed over with a bear hug: "Brother Yan! I miss you so much! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."
Song Yan pulled him off his body expressionlessly: "Our relationship is not so good..."
"Yes! Why not!" As soon as Shang Huai was pulled down, he hugged Song Yan tightly again, crying excitedly as if he had finally found his long-lost father, "Master Xia told me, it wasn't you at that time." If you go bankrupt and lend me 5,000, I won’t have the money to go to Beijing, let alone succeed in the interview. So you are my father! My reborn parents! My eternal benefactor!!!”
The dantian exerted force, deafening, and the voice was clear and crisp, and it circled the beam for three days.
Song Yan, who was almost deaf from his yelling, closed his eyes in despair.
He was wrong.
Entertainer training may change a person's appearance, but it will definitely not improve his IQ.
Childish sand sculpture boys high school students will always be childish sand sculpture boys high school students, there is no salvation.
Sensing Song Yan's strong killing intent, in order to avoid a tragic tragedy on such a happy day, Zhao Ruiwen and Xiaopang hurried forward and dragged Shang Huai away: "Superstar, don't cry, the crown will fall, let's sing!"
"Okay!" Shang Huai immediately put away his tears, walked to the mobile KTV, picked up the microphone, "Next I will sing "You at the Same Table" by Lao Lang, and I would like to dedicate this song to all the friends present, and also Dedicated to our lost youth years that will eventually pass away. Music! Up!"
I have to say that although Shang Huai is not very smart, he can sing really well.
The young man's clear and gentle voice rippling lightly in the dark night, sang the parting sentiments that are not unforgettable but sincere enough at this age.
Song Yan listened to the song, pulled out a chair, and sat down at the table.
Just in time for Grandma Liu to hurry over with a glass wine jar in her arms, she said with a kind smile, "This is sweet-scented osmanthus wine that I brewed last fall. Now that the results are coming out, I will give them to you to try, and I wish you all success in the Toad Palace, titles on the gold list, and a bright future."
Everyone took the cups of wine from Grandma Liu one after another, thanked them, and drank them all in one gulp.
Shen Jiayan had the sweetest mouth, opened his eyes exaggeratedly, and exclaimed: "Wow! It's delicious! I've never had such a delicious wine in my life!"
The little mahjong was immediately aroused, crawled onto Song Yan's lap, hugged Song Yan's neck, stared straight at the cup of sweet-scented osmanthus wine in Song Yan's hand, and said in a milky voice: "Brother Yan, I wish you the title of the Gold List! You have a bright future! So can you give Little Mahjong a sip?"
Song Yan was aware of his drinking capacity, so he only planned to take a sip to express his meaning, but he was caught by the little mahjong, and was thinking about how to tell her not to drink with the words that the little mahjong could understand, so Xiaopang dipped his chopsticks Pass it to Little Mahjong at one point: "Sip."
Little Mahjong immediately sipped it happily full of anticipation, and then wrinkled his little face in the next second, and said "bah" three times: "Bitter! It's not good! Brother Shen is lying! I ignore you Already!"
After speaking, he turned around and hugged Song Yan, buried his face in his neck and ignored him.
There was a burst of laughter on the rest of the table, and Grandma Liu also smiled and hugged the little mahjong out of Song Yan's arms: "I'll take her to dinner, you two have a good get together, and call me next door if you need anything."
Looking at the backs of the old and the young leaving, Xiaopang propped his head and sighed: "I remember when we saw Little Mahjong in the amusement park, Kong Xiaoxiao and I thought she was the daughter of you and Master Xia, but I didn't expect that now She has become your sister-in-law... Aww!"
Before he finished speaking, Xiaopang was kicked hard by Kong Xiaoxiao next door: "If you want to die, don't drag me on my back!"
Song Yan also slightly raised his eyebrows: "Daughter? Sister-in-law?"
"..." Fatty came to his senses, and immediately changed his words, "I'm sorry! It's all my fault! Little Mahjong must be your sister-in-law! There is no doubt about it!"
After hearing this, Zhou Ziqiu thought it was funny, and said slowly: "You only dare to say this because Xia Zhiye is not around, otherwise let's see if he beats you."
"Hey, that's definitely not the case. Our Lord Xia is just an ear-splitter. Does anyone know?" Xiaopang asked confidently.
Everyone thought briefly, nodded: "Indeed."
"No, Master Xia is definitely the most dedicated, infatuated, and loving man I have ever met." Xiaopang had an expression of mastering the world's gossip, "You probably don't know, when Brother Yan first went to Beijing , Master Xia suffered from a serious illness, his body was weak, he couldn't eat and sleep, he seemed to have lost his soul, and he was often in a daze or distracted, that notebook was full of Brother Yan's name that he wrote when he was in a daze, It looks just like the show on TV, not exaggerating at all."
Song Yan's knuckles holding the wine glass unconsciously tightened.
But Xiaopang only thought that they had already suffered enough, and was told by these past events as ordinary things: "Furthermore, Master Xia's mobile phone was confiscated several times, and his pocket money was also withheld. For express delivery, besides selling learning materials, he also went to Internet cafes to repair computers. For the train ticket money he went to Beijing to find Brother Yan, he repaired dozens of computers, and he didn’t sleep or eat for a month He didn’t intend to tell anyone that he had saved up for breakfast, but he confessed to me only after I bumped into him on the Internet.”
Xiaopang said, took another sip of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and sighed: "You said that Master Xia is not a dragon or phoenix among individuals, just compromise a little bit, and a better life is waiting for him, but he is just because of his dislike. To be able to endure this hardship, I have been reminded and told not to tell Brother Yan that Brother Yan will be distressed and unhappy if he finds out. He is reluctant. Tell me, where can I find such a good man?"
Song Yan never knew about these things.
He thought that Mr. Xia was more reasonable, and with Xia Yu around, Xia Zhiye's life should be easier than him.
But it didn't.
During that year, he was not the only one who was in pain and suffering, Xia Zhiye was also in pain and suffering, but he chose to hide those difficulties and only showed him his gentle and strong side, giving him hope and strength.
So much so that he forgot that Xia Zhiye was just like him, a helpless young man.
So that whenever he thought that Xia Zhiye was good enough, he didn't realize that Xia Zhiye was better than he imagined.
What kind of virtue and ability do you have
Song Yan looked down at the light and moon shadow reflected in the wine glass, lightly clenched it with her fingertips, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Xiaopang was keenly aware of his emotional changes, and realized that he had talked a little too much by relying on the strength of alcohol, so he quickly "sighed" again: "Why do I say these things, it's all in the past, and you all have something to say now." Now that you are an adult with money, housing and ability, and your parents can’t control you, you can do whatever you want, good days are yet to come! Right?”
"Yeah, it's all over, and there are only good days left." Kong Xiaoxiao quickly echoed, "Although I know that when you two were talking, the hearts of girls in our grade were broken, but after thinking about it, you two are so good together, So all of you have turned from girlfriend fans to CP fans, you have so many blessings, and you will surely have a long life in the future, and you will grow old forever."
"That's right, and Xia Zhiye is good, isn't it bad for our family to be tired? He sold his favorite watch to make Xia Zhiye live more comfortably, so this is a mutual love and deep love for each other." Right! From now on, I will pay for the wedding!" Shen Jiayan felt from the bottom of his heart that Song Yan was worthy of Xia Zhiye's liking, and he had to protect the calf like a family member.
Zhou Ziqiu just looked at him sideways: "Your family? Xiaoyan?"
"..." Remembering what he said yesterday that he would never play with Song Yan again, Shen Jiayan tugged Zhou Ziqiu's clothes guiltily, and whispered, "Oh, it's a special day today, so I'll break up with him tomorrow."
Zhou Ziqiu couldn't help chuckling, then raised his cup to Song Yan: "Blessings."
"Yes! Blessings!" Seeing this, Zhao Ruiwen also raised his cup, "Let's wish Master Xia and Brother Yan a happy marriage for a hundred years and a precious son soon... Alas!"
After finishing speaking, Kong Xiaoxiao stomped on her foot again, only to realize that these two people cannot have children, and quickly changed her words: "Let us wish that Master Xia and Brother Yan will never have to be separated from now on! A lifetime of happiness and freedom together Together!"
"It's not just Xia Ye and Brother Yan, I wish all of us can be free to chase our dreams and do what we want to do." Shang Huai on the stage held the microphone and shouted, "Long live young forever! We Long live forever!"
"Long live young forever! Long live us forever!"
All raised their glasses, touched them violently, and shouted their deepest desires as they were about to embark on the real journey of life.
They will not live forever.
They won't be forever young either.
They don't even know when they will gradually drift away because of their respective lives, until they completely disappear from each other's lives and become a passer-by in a complete life.
But after all, they have accompanied each other through the best years.
Witnessed the most pure, passionate and sincere young emotions blooming amazing flowers in the years.
I also witnessed the tempering and transformation brought about by those helpless and helpless obstacles.
Even if they will eventually disperse, but when they think of their young years, they will always remember those smiling faces that laughed and cursed, and when thinking of those smiling faces, they will think of their ordinary but unique youth.
At that time, they will realize that they have never forgotten those days, those teenagers, those friends, those long nights of drinking and singing and vows full of good expectations.
Shang Huai on the stage sang Pu Shu's "Those Flowers" appropriately.
The sad voice fainted in the night and alcohol.
He sang: "Let's forget about some stories before they are finished. Those emotions are difficult to distinguish between true and false in the years. Now there are no flowers here. Fortunately, I used to have your spring, autumn, winter and summer. They are all old. Are they still driving? We just go to the end of the world... "
And the people in the audience sang along with him, their eyes gradually turning red.
Let alone some stories.
Let's go our separate ways.
Although they don't know whether they can meet such a friendship that trusts each other unconditionally, forgives each other, understands each other, without any interests, and without any other purpose, they don't know the day when their youth will completely pass away.
But no matter what the future holds, it is enough for them to have the best friendship and childhood together. If there is a destiny, they will meet again on the same road.
Thinking of these sad emotions, everyone was slightly drunk and started to cry or make trouble.
Only Song Yan sat alone in the corner, looking at this familiar and lovely face soberly, trying to keep it firmly in his heart.
Then he suddenly discovered that his painting was no longer a black and white painting, but a gorgeous and lively scene that was so thick and colorful that he would never forget it in his life.
So how lucky he was to be able to meet Xia Zhiye at the weakest and palest time, and to meet this group of lovely people, so that he could go through the wind and rain, embrace the best person, and walk through this gentle life.
Thinking of this, he suddenly wanted to hug Xia Zhiye at this moment, and dialed the phone: "Where are you?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was as usual with a low and lazy smile: "You go out, turn left, remember to bring your luggage."
Song Yan was too lazy to think about Xia Zhiye's tricks, so he did as he said.
Carrying the suitcase, walked out of the courtyard gate, and walked straight ahead, walking through the narrow and long alley where they witnessed their first meeting and falling in love.
Then at the other end of the alley, under the moonlight, I saw Xia Zhiye leaning against the car door, standing at the end of his vision.
It is a brand new Hummer off-road, which Song Yan once said was his favorite model.
And Xia Zhiye was leaning against the car door, with her long legs propped loosely, smiling lazily and flamboyantly.
Song Yan walked over and looked up at him.
He stretched out his hand and made an invitation, his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved, and his voice was soft: "This beautiful gentleman, if I invite you to elope with me now, would you like it?"
Song Yan raised his chin arrogantly, his eyes were arrogant and arrogant: "This inappropriate gentleman, please tell me first, where we are going to elope."
"Go where you want to go."
"How do you know where I want to go?"
"Anyway, wherever you want to go, I will take you there."
Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan, smiling firmly and gently.
Song Yan met his gaze and looked at it for a long time.
Then finally took his hand: "Okay."
No matter how long the journey is from now on, how many obstacles there are, and how uncertain the future is, I will take you wherever you want, even if the mountains are high and the water is long, there is no way back.
They drove the old street where the off-road vehicle disappeared under the moonlight. No one knew how high the mountains and the long roads they set foot on, with both wind and rain.
Maybe it was running to the farthest town, maybe it was just watching a flower bloom one night, or maybe it was just running on the road, enjoying the free night breeze blowing by the night.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
Because that is where they want to go after all, no one can stop them, and no one can tear them apart.
They were all powerless, but they will be free.
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