The campus in late December always looks very bleak.
The leaves have fallen, and the green campus is full of sparse pine trees. The wind in the southern suburbs is strong, and the students always keep their heads down, wrap their clothes tightly, and walk in a hurry, unwilling to stay outdoors for a second.
Song Fei has been squatting at the gate of Zhiyuan Building for half an hour.
He didn't want to come so early, but there was no one in the dormitory—Xiang Yang, Ren Zhedu, like Qi Yan, were taking exams here—an empty dormitory, especially on a day like today, made people unwilling to stay for a long time.
It's cold outside, but from time to time you can see classmates passing by on the road, at least it makes people less nervous.
I don't know if it's the sequelae of that disaster, but now he likes places with a lot of people.
The handing bell finally rang.
Soon, students came out one after another.
Song Fei stood up and came to a tree. This is the place where Qi Yan was waiting when he took the exam in the morning. The difference is that Qi Yan was standing upright, but he leaned against a tree, creating an illusion of "I didn't wait very seriously."
Qi Yan came out.
Even though he was mixed in the crowd, Song Fei still caught him with a single glance.
As if he had a premonition, Qi Yan looked directly in this direction, met Song Fei's gaze through the crowd, and smiled faintly.
Song Fei was very glad that he leaned against the tree, otherwise he might have been electrocuted right now.
"How do you feel?" When Qi Yan walked in front of him, Song Fei hurriedly asked with concern.
"Good."
"It's very good, what's a good way? Can it pass or not?"
"Do your best to obey the destiny."
"..."
Song Fei swore that this guy definitely did it on purpose.
Because this conversation is the morning of complete COPY!
It's just that at that time it was me who took the exam, and Qi Yan was waiting.
"Okay, I'll correct it, I think I can pass this time." It's not too late to mend the situation.
Qi Yan was finally satisfied, and then he hugged him around his neck with such a calm movement that from outsiders, he looked like a pure brother.
"I've waited, I'll treat you to something delicious."
"Not playing anymore?" Song Fei was stunned, Xiao Qingqing is not the style of a boyfriend.
"You won't get seasick if you're full."
"..." He knew he had to make waves!
The phone rang suddenly, and the caller ID was Joskey.
"Where is it?" As soon as the phone was connected, classmate Qiao asked directly, without polite greetings at all.
"Zhiyuan Tower."
"Didn't you take the exam in the morning?"
"Wait for Qi Yan, we just met up."
"Then don't dawdle and come here quickly, there are all people here."
"OK."
At half past five in the evening, the sky is getting dark and the lights are on.
Today is the one-year anniversary of the disaster. The monument in the city center has been completed during the day, and there are open-air cultural commemorative activities at night.
Limited by the exams, the martial arts students can only go to the city together after the end of the sixth level.
As soon as he walked to the back of the Houde Building, Song Fei saw thirteen little friends standing at the door of the sunshine room not far away. I invited several teachers who wanted to go to the underground parking lot.
Wait, thirteen
In doubt, Song Fei and Qi Yan had already come before the comrades in arms, and the former finally confirmed that it was not his dazzled—
"Kuang Ye?!"
"I know you want to ask me why I came here." As for this question that has been answered several times, Kuang, who is a businessman, is already familiar with it. Just bring my pony over here to help."
The pony Kuang Ye talked about was actually his mortgaged Mazda.
As the only graduate of the martial arts class, Kuang is doing pretty well now. Skip the last semester of senior year and directly enter that Fortune 500 company. Now that the internship period has expired and he has successfully become a regular, he looks like a promising young man.
Fifteen people, two cars, and one locomotive are not enough, but overall planning is required.
For example, Qiao Siqi's driver's position must be deprived and handed over to Zhou Yiyi to replace him. Another example is that although Ma Weisen's locomotive can barely accommodate two people, given that Fu Xiyuan refused to obey, and the other friends have no passenger experience at all, in the end they can only be let. Classmate Ma was running around alone.
So after making an appointment at the meeting place in the urban area, Ma Weisen left first, Zhou Lu and the driver Kuang Ye took their seats, and the remaining twelve people had five in one car and seven in one car.
Overloading is definitely overloading, but each car is only overloaded with one person, so the friends squeezed and sat down.
Song Fei and Qi Yan were in Kuang Ye's car, with Lin Dilei as the co-pilot, and Luo Geng and Li Jingyu who were crowded in the back seat.
Song Fei leaned against the car window, and the scenery flew by outside the window, so fast that there was no afterimage left.
The wasteland around the university city has started to rise, and there are fenced construction sites everywhere, and the desolation of the past is no longer there.
That's fine, he thought, when the old scene disappears, the pain that happened in this scene will also fade away.
The car drove all the way onto the central avenue that runs through the north and south of the city.
There are pedestrians on both sides, more and more cars along the way, and the lights are getting brighter and brighter.
The friends in the car were very quiet, Song Fei didn't know if they were thinking the same thing as him.
The last time I drove on this road was to escape.
This time, it was driven on this road to pay homage.
It was only a year before and after, as if it had been a lifetime.
The closer you get to the city center, the more traffic flows and the slower the speed. When you see the ancient city wall where the commemorative activities are held, the car can no longer move.
The martial arts class members simply turned around, parked their cars a long way away, then walked back on foot, and climbed the city wall from another entrance.
The section of the city wall where the open-air theatrical performance is performed has been closed, and only performers can enter. Therefore, the audience can only stop and watch on the walls of other locations, or under the walls.
Because there is a ticket to climb the city wall, and the view is not the best, so there are not many people here where Song Fei and the others are.
At this time, the performance has already started, and they cannot see the people on the stage clearly from their perspective, but they can see the big screen clearly, and they can even hear the singing from the speakers.
It was an old artist with a thick and powerful voice and sonorous tunes.
The students in the martial arts class listened quietly, some seemed to be thinking about something, and some seemed to be thinking about nothing.
In fact, what is performed on the stage is not important, it is just such a special day, they feel that they should commemorate it, no matter what method is used.
Light-colored flowers can be seen everywhere on the city wall, white, yellow, and somewhat sad.
The old artist's performance ended, the host came on stage, and began to sensationalize.
Song Fei looked at Qi Yan beside him, who happened to be looking at him too.
"What's wrong?" Qi Yan asked.
Song Fei shook his head, and said in a daze, "I just think it's been a year, so fast."
Qi Yan gently hugged his shoulders, didn't speak, just hugged him like that, feeling each other's body temperature.
"Wilson...Johns? Why are you two here?" A male voice suddenly came from behind.
The friends in the martial arts class turned around and found that it was a strange male student.
Of course, it's a different matter for Ma Qiao and the others—
"Black?!"
The friends came to their senses, well, this is finally the auspicious three treasures of the outer courtyard.
The male students didn't see Song Fei and the others, and focused all their attention on Qiao Siqi and Ma Weisen, because this scene was so rare that it was worth going back and telling the students who knew the inside story: "When did you two have such a relationship?" Okay, let's climb the city wall together?"
For some reason, Qiao Ma, who were leaning side by side on the city wall, looked at each other. They couldn't think of an explanation for the moment, because the whole process of turning an enemy into a friend was too long. The escape outside began, and if it was true, it could last three days and three nights.
Song Fei sighed, and came over to help his comrades out: "Simply put, it doesn't matter who pries whose girlfriend, it's all in the past, and they are now good brothers who will never leave." After speaking, to the male classmates He stretched out his hand, "Hi, my classmate, I'm Song Fei from the School of History."
The male student shook his hand reflexively, and only after holding it did he regain his senses. He said in a daze, "The two of them don't have a girlfriend at all. Who pried who? Hello, I'm Chi Xin from the School of Foreign Languages."
Song Fei: "They...don't have a girlfriend?"
Chi Xin: "No, Ji Yao, who was chasing after our class, was about to fight, but in the end no one caught up, and he directly applied for a foreign university exchange... hey, where are you two dragging me? Watching the show—"
Watching classmate Chi being dragged to a dark distance by two comrades-in-arms, Song Fei turned his head and looked at the comrades-in-arms.
After a while, the thirteen friends leaned on the city wall again, looked at the sky in the distance, and sighed in unison: "It's so shameless."
When Qiao Siqi and Ma Weisen came back, Song Fei's phone rang.
The matter of criticizing liars had to be handed over to other friends. He took out his mobile phone to look at the caller ID, but it turned out that an unknown number was beating on it.
Song Fei's first reaction was a liar, but he pressed the answer button in doubt: "Hello?"
"It's me." The person over there didn't announce his name, but he said it with great confidence.
Song Fei opened his mouth wide in surprise: "Wang Qingyuan?!"
The friends who were criticizing 丨 Dou Qiaoma became quiet for a moment, and gathered around one after another.
Song Fei simply turned the earpiece into a loudspeaker.
Wang Qingyuan: "Well, it's me, why are you so noisy?"
All the friends: "Because we are all here—"
The other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Wusheng class party?"
Song Fei: "We are on the city wall, today... is the first anniversary."
Wang Qingyuan was silent for a long time.
Song Fei quickly changed the subject: "How are you?"
Before Wang Qingyuan could answer, Luo Geng came over again and complained: "You are not mean enough, you haven't heard from me for so long, and you can't use your mobile phone to write us a letter anyway."
Qiao Siqi leaned over: "Where are you now?"
Li Jingyu added: "Is it hard work to be a soldier?"
Zhou Lu: "Have you not been bullied?"
The little friends were talking all over the place, not to mention Wang Qingyuan, Song Fei's head would explode: "Can you come one by one!"
I didn’t want to be slow on the phone, so I began to answer one by one: “It’s good; writing letters is troublesome, and there is nothing to write. Every day is training; it’s not hard; no one bullies me.”
Qiao Siqi: "Uh, do you feel that he seems to have skipped my question alone..."
Wang Qingyuan: "The army has confidentiality regulations, I can't tell you where I am."
Qiao Siqi: "Ah, I'm sorry."
Wang Qingyuan: "It's okay. But it's not impossible to talk at all."
Song Fei: "Hey, don't make mistakes—"
Wang Qingyuan: "I need my place in the motherland."
when-
It's the bell, ringing on the bell tower not far away.
The city wall suddenly became quiet, not Song Fei and his side, but the entire city wall, no matter the hosts on the stage, the actors, the audience on the city wall, or the passers-by under the city wall.
The mobile phone is still connected, and Wang Qingyuan over there is listening carefully just like them.
when-
Song Fei knew that soon, the sound of the bell would spread throughout the ancient city.
Morning bells and evening drums, which have been passed down for thousands of years-in the sound of the bells, a new day begins, full of vitality and hope.
(End of episode)
The author has something to say: This is the end of the mourning university. The opening of the pit on New Year's Day, until today, exactly four and a half months. Thanks to all my friends for their encouragement and support, I feel that I have experienced this end-of-the-world adventure with you, which is very exciting, very enjoyable, and very happy.
If you don't dislike it, let's go to the original and have another trip that doesn't know what will come out~ Bixin.