It is said that when people subconsciously feel that they have done something wrong and are discovered by others, they will choose to let go or escape for the first time.

But at that moment, Song Yan just held Xia Zhiye's hand tightly, and Xia Zhiye also held back with the same strength.

Umbrellas dangled at their feet, dripping rain, making the trail-dappled steps even more muddy.

Liu Deqing looked at this scene and didn't have a big reaction. He had been teaching for so many years, and this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

On the one hand are the outstanding alumni who are very representative in their school history, and on the other are the two most outstanding students of their class. Such a meeting should have been beaming, full of praise and compliment.

At this moment, he was silent and confronted, and his swords were drawn, so that he was not sure whether he thought too much.

Before he was further confirmed, Song Minghai had already said in a proper manner: "Director Liu, Lao Xia and I have something to tell the children, why don't you go to work first?"

"Oh, okay, no problem. I'll go to the concert hall first. I'll ask volunteers to bring you here later."

Song Minghai raised his chin slightly and looked at Song Yan: "Get in the car."

Old Xia, who has always been kind and kind, also restrained his smile and said lightly, "Xia Zhiye, come here."

Song Yan thought that if it was in a movie, a TV series, or a romantic novel, he should hold Xia Zhiye's hand now, and he wouldn't be able to choose to run in this heavy rain.

Fuck the high school entrance exam.

Fuck puppy love.

Fuck Song Minghai.

It's a pity that they are just ordinary teenagers who want to live with each other for the rest of their lives in an ordinary old street, in front of an ordinary school gate.

So they shook each other's hands, and after feeling each other's strength and temperature, they walked towards the opposite side firmly, and each stepped into the expensive and famous car that they were determined to be unable to afford with their current strength.

When the door was closed, Song Yan was sitting in the co-pilot as usual, Song Minghai was still sitting in the back seat, looking at Song Yan with a scrutiny through the rearview mirror.

"I heard that Xia Zhiye spent this winter vacation with his sister and sister-in-law in Beijing."

In one sentence, a thousand jins were dialed in, pointing out the relationship that was already obvious.

Song Yan didn't like their sloppy talk in the business world, so she asked indifferently, "So what are you going to do?"

"Transfer. Break contact. Go the way of a normal person."

No surprise answer.

Song Yan tilted his head to look out the window. He still remembered that when he first came, what he hated the most was the endless rainy season in this city, but now that he looked at it, he actually liked it.

"What if I don't want to," he said.

Song Minghai answered quickly: "It has nothing to do with whether you want it or not, Song Yan, you will be 17 years old in a few days, and you don't even have the full capacity for civil conduct. What if you think you don't want to? ."

Without any emotional ups and downs, arrogant as if this is a war that must be won.

He looked at Song Yan: "Of course, you can cry, you can make trouble, you can drag Xia Zhiye to elope, make the city stormy, you have to die, and the trouble is extremely ugly, and then you both transfer schools, adding a very special note to your resume. . But you trust me."

Song Minghai paused for a moment, smiling like sarcasm: "Even if you are shameless, the Xia family will never allow this kind of thing to exist, so if you don't transfer, it will be Xia Zhiye who will transfer. And as far as I know, he should still There is a cheap grandmother and a cheap sister who need to be taken care of in a small bungalow nearby, but when they leave, there is really nothing left."

"At the same time, if you become a rebellious underage homosexual who dropped out of school, I can justifiably judge that you are not eligible to inherit your mother's estate on the grounds that you are morally defective, and then cut off all your financial resources and appreciate that you have nothing. But I don't think it's a good idea, what do you think, Song Yan?"

Song Minghai sat in the back seat in a relaxed manner, looking at Song Yan's brows in the rearview mirror, showing an elegant smile of a gentleman.

Song Yan looked at all this coldly through the car window, and was not surprised.

Sure enough, this is Song Minghai, who takes everything in his hands calmly, knows all the weaknesses and handles of others, and then unhesitantly punches and punches hard.

He would never let Song Minghai take that inheritance away.

Because that inheritance represents Qin Qing's freedom, the guarantee of her and Song Lele's future life, and the possible opportunity to completely trample Song Minghai under his feet and watch him like a bereaved dog, his wife and son are separated and his career is ruined.

He would not let Xia Zhiye turn away.

He can leave Nanwu, as long as there is Xia Zhiye.

But Xia Zhiye couldn't.

The old bungalow was always without water and electricity. On such a day, there were occasional rain leaks. Grandma had severe rheumatism, and the little mahjong was still so small. At first, Xia Zhiye gave up Shiwai and transferred to the third middle school to take care of them nearby. Now that they leave, what should their orphans and widowed mothers do?

And this is where Xia Zhiye grew up. There are his friends, his brothers, and all his memories from childhood to adulthood. How could he be willing to let Xia Zhiye be forced to transfer schools from here and leave the field hastily.

That eye-catching and decent arrogant young man should hold the first place and graduate proudly under the gaze of all those who love him and those he loves, but there may be one less of himself among those people.

It's just that one is missing.

Song Yan originally thought that he was mentally prepared enough, calm and rational enough, but when he thought of this sentence, his heart couldn't help but throb, so much that he closed his eyes and dared not let it go. People see the sourness in their eyes.

Only then did he realize that the jokes Fang Chang and Zhao Ruiwen said were not exaggerated.

He has long been accustomed to being inseparable from Xia Zhiye, accustomed to where Xia Zhiye can be touched as soon as he reaches out his hand, kicked as soon as he lifts his leg, and can be called with just one mouth.

Xia Zhiye infiltrated almost every inch of the air in his life, so he never thought about what he would do if one day he really couldn't see Xia Zhiye in his field of vision.

But he could only do so.

He exhaled a long breath, then opened his eyes, looked at Song Minghai coldly through the rear-view mirror: "I'm transferring, but there is a condition."

"speak."

"Let's go after the cultural performance of the school celebration."

"Give me a reason."

"It's my birthday."

Song Minghai fell silent when he heard this reason.

And Song Yan just looked at the sky with dark clouds in the distance, his voice was low and distant: "Dad, I have never had a real birthday in my life."

That dad was a long-lost, unfamiliar and difficult name after many years.

It was like a powerless threat that suppressed countless grievances and resentments, and it was like the last sad gift after finally giving up. It fell in the cold rain of the cool spring day, which made people feel cold and slightly startled.

Song Minghai looked at the face that was similar to himself reflected in the car window, and suddenly had a premonition that he had completely lost something.

Maybe it was at that moment that he finally had a hint of parenting relentlessness.

Perhaps it was his extrajudicial favor after he was finally satisfied with the negotiation results of the deal.

In short, after a short pause, he replied, "Okay. It's over when the time comes. You and I will go together and get off the bus."

Song Yan opened the car door, and the rain fell on his shoulders.

He tried to turn around and close the door, but Song Minghai stopped him: "Song Yan."

Song Yan held the car door and lowered her eyes coldly.

Song Minghai sat in the car, raised his eyes and looked up: "Do you know why I always win?"

Song Yan was speechless.

Song Minghai said slowly: "Because none of your food and clothing expenses that are a hundred times better than ordinary people are earned by your own ability. If you live by others, you can only depend on the decisions of others. This is the weak. There's nothing you can do about it, understand?"

This is the powerlessness of the weak.

This is the second time Song Minghai has said this to him.

Same location, same tone, same content.

And he had to admit that Song Minghai was right.

This is their powerlessness.

Because I am not strong enough, mature enough, and independent enough, I am always powerless at such an age.

Like the little prince watch he failed to protect.

For example, the choice that he couldn't stay this time.

But he thought that Song Minghai might have forgotten one thing. No weak person will always be a weak person, especially when they encounter extremely strong people and things they want to own and protect, they can always become stronger at an unexpected speed.

"thanks."

After Song Yan left these two words to Song Minghai, he closed the car door.

Turning around, he entered under Xia Zhiye's umbrella, the wind and rain were blocked, with the familiar warm citrus scent infiltrating the air.

He raised his eyes and looked at Xia Zhiye: "Do you believe that we will never break up no matter what?"

Xia Zhiye held an umbrella, looked down at him, and replied seriously and gently, "I believe it."

So Song Yan lowered his eyelashes and took Xia Zhiye's hand.

Two strings of the same bracelet collided lightly, a silent tacit understanding.

They held umbrellas and walked into the rain side by side.

In front of Song Minghai, in front of Old Xia, in front of all the witnesses in that old street who watched them go to school and school together every day, they walked into the rain together frankly.

The driver of the Xia family couldn't help but said, "Old Xia, do you really agree with that?"

Elder Xia sighed deeply: "What if you don't agree? The law stipulates that we as parents can only manage them until they are eighteen years old, because everyone's life is their own, and others can't control or be responsible. ."

Therefore, he will only take care of Xia Zhiye until he is eighteen.

Before that, he was just a feudal parent who was the most selfish, outdated and wanted his children. He would not let Xia Zhiye see Song Yan again.

Because he wasn't sure if it was their youthful, ignorant impulse, he couldn't watch his kids go down a hard road.

But if the later experience proves that they are not young and ignorant impulses, they have withstood the test of distance and time, and they can also be responsible for their own choices, then he has no right to interfere.

"Xiao Ye, just like his father, he has a better temperament and is more stubborn than anyone else. Either he has nothing rare, but once it becomes rare, I'm afraid it will be hard to let go."

A long sigh in the rainy day is the ending that the teenagers have long determined in their hearts.

When Xia Zhiye and Song Yan appeared at the door of the body room as usual, they found a solemn silence inside the door. Everyone looked at them, as if they wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it. Kong Xiaoxiao's eyes were even a little red. .

Song Yan was the first to laugh: "What's wrong with you guys?"

Seeing him smiling, the others couldn't hold back in an instant, and Xiao Pang choked and said, "Brother Yan, why are you still smiling? Kong Xiaoxiao went to the Academic Affairs Office to pick up the props, and heard Liu Deqing tell the other teachers that your father is going to transfer you. gone."

"Oh, this." Song Yan laughed, "That's what happened. They found out that I was dating Xia Zhiye."

"..."

Because it was too understated and insignificant, the others sat there, not knowing how to react for a while.

Only Song Yan still smiled and said, "But my dad said that he would take me away after we finished the performance. It just happened that it was my birthday, so you can do your best when the time comes."

Maybe it was because Song Yan was too cold and irritable, so when he smiled like this, everyone couldn't help but feel sour in their hearts.

Xiao Pang was the first to hug Song Yan and cried aloud: "Why is your dad like this, what's wrong with liking men, why do you have to transfer schools, how long have you been transferring, is it fun to transfer? "

And Song Yan, who always refused to be touched by everyone except Xia Zhiye, patted him on the back for the first time: "Okay, don't cry for the 200-pound fat man, I leave you the membership card of the milk tea shop in front of the school. , you can exchange three cups of milk tea for free by stamping another seal."

Xiao Pang suddenly cried even more: "Wuwuwuwu, bro, you are so nice, you are really nice, you can't walk, I can't bear you, I really can't bear it."

Zhao Ruiwen couldn't bear it anymore, he rushed up and hugged Song Yan from behind: "I was wrong, brother Yan, I shouldn't say that I'm tired of watching you send dog food, I can still watch you send dog food to Graduation, really, can you not transfer, what will happen to our Master Xia if you transfer?"

"That's right, you can just sprinkle dog food, just don't go."

"I won't change the script, I want to write you as he, I must write you as he, woo woo woo..."

The other boys in the body room didn't cry as badly as the two of them, but their eyes were red, and they came up to give Song Yan a hard hug one after another.

Before the change, Xia Zhiye must have been jealous and kicked these people away one by one, but now he just stood silently watching Song Yan, watching him and the city's official farewell ceremony.

Looking at this sharp young man who was so cold and indifferent when he first met him, he seemed to never bother to make friends, but now he has learned to say the precious words with a gentle smile, goodbye.

And it wasn't until all the boys had said their goodbyes that Kong Xiaoxiao stood in front of Song Yan holding the pair of red dresses, restrained her choking, and said calmly, "Don't worry, Brother Yan, we will definitely play well then, and we still have to. Change the ending to he, buy you the biggest cake, celebrate your birthday, and never leave you with any regrets. So you go and try on the clothes first, see if they fit, I'll change them tomorrow if they don't fit."

Song Yan took it with both hands and said with a smile, "Okay, thank you Sister Xiao."

He is a very good-looking young man, but now with such a gentle smile, Kong Xiaoxiao couldn't hold it anymore, "Wow", he burst into tears: "Brother Yan, if you feel uncomfortable, just cry out, you hold back like this, I watch Suffering."

As if they really thought their reaction was too exaggerated.

Song Yan couldn't help laughing and said, "Don't talk about it like you have a terminal illness. Xia Zhiye and I will never break up. As far as our grades are concerned, after the college entrance examination, we are not stable Peking University teachers, so what is there to cry about? "

"real?"

Kong Xiaoxiao took a breath and was suspicious.

Song Yan hugged the red dress, looked back at Xia Zhiye, raised her eyebrows and said, "Is it true?"

"Of course it's true." Xia Zhiye stepped forward as usual, put on Song Yan's shoulder, and smiled lazily, "Do you think I can't get into Peking University, or I can't get into Peking University?"

"neither."

"That's okay, okay, don't cry anymore. Those who didn't know it thought that Brother Yan beat you up. Let's change clothes first, and you can see how the script is changed."

Xia Zhiye held the wedding dress in one hand and Song Yan in the other, and walked slowly to the dressing room at the back of the concert hall. From time to time, he lowered his head and smiled and said something to Song Yan. When he got to the dressing room, he also went into the dressing room with his own dress. between.

Undressing, changing clothes, unhurried, orderly, doesn't really seem like a big difference.

It seemed that they were both rational and calm enough not to cry unnecessarily because of such a temporary separation.

However, when Song Yan lowered her head and couldn't tie the last button on her wedding dress, she suddenly made a "click" and tears fell to the ground.

He tried hard to endure the soreness from the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose, opened his eyes wide, tried not to be blurred by tears, and tried to keep his fingertips steady and meticulous.

But the tip of the nose is still getting more and more sour, the vision is still getting blurry, the fingertips are still shaking more and more, the little button just can't get into the strap that should be put into it.

When he failed again and again, he couldn't see anything clearly in front of him. He lowered his head and choked out, "Xia Zhiye."

Then the door curtain was lifted, and he was embraced in his arms: "I am here."

The voice was the same hoarseness and trembling.

At that moment Song Yan finally couldn't bear it anymore, he leaned into Xia Zhiye's arms, his fingers tightly grasped the front of his shirt, his voice was hoarse and uncontrollable: "Xia Zhiye, I don't want to go. I really don't want to go. I don't know if I can make it through, I don't know what to do if I can't make it through, I'm afraid that the depression will recur, I'm afraid that I won't be able to sleep again, I'm afraid that you won't come to me after being separated for so long Do it. Xia Zhiye, I'm so sad, really sad, the kind of sadness that I can't breathe, what should I do?"

The end sound drowned in desperate choking.

The bright red satin fabric on Xia Zhiye's shoulders smothered large areas of dark wetness.

The cold-hearted boy finally lost his disguise, his thin and thin back, hopelessly trembling like a butterfly in winter.

Xia Zhiye couldn't express how distressed he felt at that time, nor how much he hated himself for being powerless.

He could only hug Song Yan tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't be afraid, I will definitely go to you, I will definitely go to you, my boyfriend has never said anything, right? So you Be sure to eat well, sleep well, and when I arrive, I will pick you up with my real estate certificate, bank card, and big diamond ring, okay?"

Song Yan wanted to say yes, but he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he couldn't help crying anymore, so he could only bite his lip, and the fingers holding Xia Zhiye's clothes were so hard that they were about to lose their blood, and then nodded, from the nasal cavity. An "um" came out of it.

Xia Zhiye listened to this "um", raised his head and closed his eyes, trying to prevent some kind of liquid from falling.

Then he took a deep breath and rubbed Song Yan's head with a smile: "It's only a year and a half, we still have 60 years and a half in the future, what are we afraid of. And now that technology is so advanced, not being in a long-distance relationship means losing. We can play games and chat together. If it really doesn’t work, we can still write a letter to you, just like Zhou Ziqiu, Shen Jiayan, and the others in online dating. We can also turn on a voice changer to increase the fun. Do you think that’s the truth? ."

Song Yan's throat rolled up and down: "Well."

"Then we've been so tired of crooked in the past few days, okay? I'm not tired of you enough yet."

"Um."

"Then raise your head and show it to me, okay? We are tired of such a beautiful and natural face, so it's too bad to look at it twice."

"Fuck you."

Song Yan finally burst into tears and laughed, kicked Xia Zhiye lightly, and raised his head.

The reddish and moist corners of his eyes, the corners of his lips that were oozing blood, the bright red and gorgeous wedding dress, the pale complexion, and the dark eyes that removed all the camouflage and fragility, all of them crashed into Xia Zhiye's eyes at the same time.

At that moment he realized that he fell in love with Song Yan earlier than he thought.

Perhaps it was when he broke through Song Yan and changed into a wedding dress that time, he thought for a moment, if this is a girl, how good it would be to be his bride in the future.

It's a pity that Song Yan is not a girl, but a boy, so he can only be his groom in the future.

But that's okay too.

"Song Yan, we will always be together."

He gently touched the wound on the corner of Song Yan's lips, and then kissed deeply.

It was the most forceful, hopeless and sure kiss of Xia Zhiye in Song Yan's childhood memory.

It seems to be trying to use this kiss to prove to the young and powerless them that even if they have nothing, they will still love each other deeply, worth the long years, the distance, the prejudice and the unknown future life.

So many years later, Song Yan could recall the sweetness of the blood and the saltiness of the tears in the kiss.

At that time, he had been wearing the wedding ring with Xia Zhiye's name engraved on it for many years, but whenever he recalled those days, he still always thought that there was nothing at that time, how could he be so naive and sophomore They have confidence in each other that they will always be together forever.

Perhaps those naive and middle-aged people are the most moving places in young love.

For example, they were so naive that in the days before they left, they wore lovers' clothes every day and swaggered around the campus.

For example, Xia Zhiye was so naive that he bought him 466 mint-flavored lollipops and asked him to eat one every day, saying that he came when he finished eating the candy.

For example, when he is childish to class, he will always hold hands under the desk tightly, he will always hide in the woods to kiss when he is studying in the evening, and when he sleeps, he will always squeeze the tiny single bed in the 616 dormitory together. Sleep hugging each other.

Another example is that he is so naive that he is inseparable from each other, greasy and crooked, and he is reluctant to close his eyes even late at night, as if he is afraid to look at each other less.

For example, he was so naive that at the cultural performance of the 110th anniversary of the Nanwu No. 3 Middle School, he engaged in a drama that ignored the general and intense colors.

When Mother Zhu, played by Fang Chang, asked Liang Shanbo to write a love letter to Zhu Yingtai and was rejected, Mother Zhu was angry and slapped her sleeves: "You don't write it? Do you think anger will change the fate of you and Yingtai? If you want to complain, you have too many ideas. You are too young and ignorant to think that you can change the people around you if you don’t like it! Thinking that the two of you can change this era!” [1]

Every word, loud and clear, fell into the ears of Mr. Song, an outstanding alumnus sitting in the first row.

The people in the audience snorted softly.

The people on the stage are neither humble nor arrogant, and their affection will not change: "I once promised him that when I reach the crown, I will definitely come to propose marriage, he has my intentions, and I also love him, so the fate of my parents is more than life and death. , I can't stop me, even if I can't get married in life, I will die in pairs."

So it was a prophecy.

Zhu Yingtai was forced by his parents to put on a red wedding dress to marry Ma Wencai.

Liang Shanbo fell in love and became ill, and he was unable to see Zhu Yingtai again until his death.

Zhu Yingtai's sedan chair passed by Liang Shanbo's grave, dressed in wedding clothes, but had no intention of marrying. In despair, he touched the monument and fell in a pool of blood.

The lights were dim, there was sadness and joy, and white petals fluttered in the air.

As long as it turns into a butterfly, the curtain will be complete.

However, a low and gentle voice came from the darkness: "Yingtai."

Then the lights came on, the sadness stopped, and the white rose petals that should have fallen disappeared.

Xia Zhiye dressed in bright red and happily walked out from behind the tomb slowly, squatted down in front of Song Yan, and gently stroked his face: "I'm here to pick you up."

His eyes were so gentle that Song Yan couldn't tell whether Liang Shanbo said this to Zhu Yingtai or Xia Zhiye said to Song Yan, but he felt that his throat suddenly tightened.

Xia Zhiye was not affected by his forgetting his words, and still smiled softly in a low voice: "I should have returned to Huangquan this time, but the King of Hell pity me for having an obsession before my death, so he let me return to fulfill my wish. Guess me Why are you obsessed?"

"Why?"

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you forever. That's why I'm here to ask you to marry me. I'm obsessed with it. I wonder if you'll still be willing."

Xia Zhiye looked extremely beautiful in a red robe, and when he said this with a gentle smile, Song Yan thought, no one in this world can refuse.

It's like he has no reason not to love Xia Zhiye.

No matter how hard the road is.

What's more, he also saw the deep sadness and sadness hidden in Xia Zhiye's eyes besides the gentle smile.

So he looked into Xia Zhiye's eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "I do."

Chasing the light fell on them in the dark, the red rose petals fluttered down from the sky one after another, the suona song with full moon and flowers happily sounded, and they knelt opposite each other.

A narration sounded.

"Worship heaven and earth."

I wish they were fortunate enough to know each other here.

"Second worship to the high hall."

Worship their incompetence when they were young.

"Happy husband and wife."

We believe we will be together after all.

The ceremony is over, the lights are dimmed, and the curtain ends.

There was an uproar.

The whole hall was full of goodwill applause and cheers and blessings.

Because except for a very small number of insiders, all the audience thought that this was just the soft-hearted teenagers who changed the poignant legend to a more happy ending.

However, only those soft-hearted teenagers understand that a happy ending is only a cruel and realistic expectation.

They will be separated eventually.

When they played Liang Zhu for the first time, they were still ignorant teenagers who couldn't see their minds clearly. They only felt that they didn't know the taste of love and hate. It was obviously a tragedy, but the performance was full of laughter and everyone was happy.

But now they are playing Liang Zhu again, and they have really performed a happy performance full of blessings, but after the curtain ended, they knelt on the ground for a long time and did not want to get up for a long time.

They turned off the wheat.

Song Yan said, "Xia Zhiye, we may have to say goodbye first."

For the first time, Xia Zhiye didn't come to hug him when he was choked up, but just lowered his head, as if trying to hide something, and said, "Okay."

Song Yan couldn't see his expression clearly, and could only see the earrings with the word "Happiness" on his left ear, reflecting a faint luster under the faintly penetrating light.

Song Yan don't overdo it.

He thought, so this is why dare not watch Guanyin from now on.