And life's crit, often more than once.

Song Yan's phone had just hung up when Xia Zhiye's phone also came.

Because the Nanwu Scroll is more difficult than the Beijing Scroll, Xia Zhiye's total score was only 712, but he still won the first place in Nanwu City's Science Naked Score.

All are municipalities directly under the central government, all are provincial-level administrative units, all are champions, all have six-digit scholarships, and they all hold the admission tickets to top universities. your favorite profession.

Moreover, both of them are just adults, and they have assets under their names that ordinary struggle may not be able to achieve in their entire lives, as well as Yan Youleg and a boyfriend.

The combination of various factors made Shen Jiayan so angry that he held Zhou Ziqiu's hand, turned his head and left.

That night, received all kinds of criticisms and criticisms because of ugly jealous faces in the group of friends for three hours.

Even Shang Huai, who was busy preparing for his debut album, joined the army.

[Top superstar Shang Xiaohuai]: Too much, really too much, really too much, so much that I decided to make a rap called "Nuwa"

[Sweet little milkberry in the world]: ?

[Top superstar Shang Xiaohuai]: Diss when she created a human being, her technique was extremely unstable, which led to all kinds of unfair and ugly phenomena in the world, as well as her perfunctory attitude of pinching me with muddled ideas.

[wild]: support

[wild]: and sympathize

[wild]: But love can't help

[Top superstar Shang Xiaohuai]:? ? ?

[Top star Shang Xiaohuai]: Are you human?

[wild]: God, if you will.

[Top superstar Shang Xiaohuai]: ...

[Top superstar Shang Xiaohuai]: The group owner kicked this person out for me!

[wild has been removed from the group chat]

[Top-notch superstar Shang Xiaohuai]: Finally, you can scold unscrupulously, read to me, Song Yan and Xia Zhiye are two old dogs!

[The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: Song Yan and Xia Zhiye are two old dogs!

[autumn]:  …

[Society You Sister Kong]: ...

[Not allowed to come to Japan Fangchang]: ...

[The study committee only loves to study]:  …

[Top superstar Shang Xiaohuai]:?

[Sweet little milkberry in the world]: ?

[Top superstar Shang Xiaohuai]: What's the matter?

[yan]: I'm still in the group

Because Song Yan never spoke in the group, and he didn't even 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]

Song Yan and Xia Zhiye didn't know what kind of tragic personal attacks that group of people carried out on the two of them after that.

Anyway, they didn't plan to care about those obvious jokes, they just stood under the glass ceiling of the balcony, lying side by side on the railing, watching the rain of twigs outside the window.

No one spoke, just quietly watching the rain fall in the light, listening to the raindrops falling on the glass ceiling, felt that the wind in this summer is really comfortable, cool and comfortable, as if time is so meaningless It is also good to flow through.

Until Song Yan suddenly lowered his head and chuckled.

Xia Zhiye seldom saw him smile for no reason, so he turned his head and asked, "What? Did you think of something happy?"

"It's nothing." Song Yan put her arm on the railing and looked into the distance in the rain, "I just didn't expect that we would actually do it, but I still think it's quite fantastic."

The coercion he and Shen Jiayan pretended were just to tease him, but in fact, they were not sure.

After all, there are too many people in this world who are smarter than them and work harder than them. They are neither geniuses nor miracles. What they can get in the test depends on some luck.

But they did it, and both of them did it, like the extra luck that God bestowed on them, it was a little unreal.

However, Xia Zhiye put his arms around Song Yan's shoulders cheekily, and smiled lazily: "It doesn't matter, it's fine to get used to it, after all, the fortune-tellers say that I'm a prosperous husband, so in the future, such mysterious things will be indispensable, such as There is a little surprise..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Yan's phone rang again.

When they saw the words "Song Minghai" on the screen, both of them suppressed the smiles on their faces.

After a brief hesitation, Song Yan chose to swipe his fingertips and connected the phone, but did not speak.

Just after hearing the tired and hoarse voice on the other end of the phone, "Song Yan, go home tomorrow", he asked indifferently, "What's the matter?"

"Your Aunt Tan and I have already divorced, and the company has also let go. You will move home tomorrow."

I don't know if it was because of being too hoarse or because of a series of changes that tempered Song Minghai's spirit, but Song Yan could hear a bit of despair from that voice that had always been aloof.

Song Yan did not speak.

Song Minghai paused for a while, and added: "Today's physical examination report came out, alcoholic liver cirrhosis."

Song Yan held the phone with her knuckles curled slightly, her voice still calm: "compensation period or non-compensation period?"

"Compensation period."

"Um."

When Song Yan got this answer, he felt relieved.

He hated Song Minghai, desperately wanted to leave Song Minghai, and even never wanted to see Song Minghai again in his life.

But he didn't want Song Minghai to be really sick and dying at this moment.

Because if that's the case, that damn moral sense will kidnap him by Song Minghai's side.

Fortunately, Song Minghai only has early cirrhosis of the liver. Even if he loses his status and rights to the company, his spare money is enough for him to live on medical treatment.

So Song Yan had nothing to be kidnapped by morality, and said lightly: "Okay, then take care of your health and hang up."

"Song Yan!" The other end of the phone called out eagerly, and then he calmed down as if he realized that he had lost his way, "I am your father, and this is a fact that can never be changed."

"So when you lose your civil capacity one day, I will support you as your guardian, and if there is no accident, I should be better than your guardian, at least I won't nearly kill you twice." Song Yan's tone was flat and mocking.

Song Minghai's tone seemed to grit his teeth slightly: "Do you hate me so much? Would rather follow an outsider and fight against me than listen to me? You grew up, did I miss you or you? Wear, which one did you use to learn is not the best? Song Yan, I'm not as sorry for you as you think."

At that moment, Song Yan suddenly didn't want to argue any more.

He nodded lightly without expression: "You are right, so when I was not sensible, I used to stick to my father like other children. As for why I got to this point, I think you know the answer better than anyone else. . As for your illness..."

Song Yan said objectively and calmly: "Even if you fail in your career and your wives are separated, you are still better than many other people, at least you can cure the disease. So there are indeed many weak and powerless people in this world, but if you can , Be nice to those people, and you should accumulate some virtue for your own illness, what do you think, Dad?"

Song Yan's calm and indifferent "Dad" made Song Minghai on the other end of the phone almost stop breathing.

When Song Yan was not born, he really hated this existence and felt that it was a torture tool to tie him to this marriage, but as Song Yan said, at that time Song Yan was very sensible and would always be obedient and soft. call him dad.

So from then on, even though he didn't want to look at their mother and son more, he didn't let go of raising the child.

Just how did it end up like this.

Song Minghai didn't know if that vague emotion was regret, but he only knew that he probably knew the answer, so he asked, "If I agree with you and Xia Zhiye in the negotiation arena, like throwing out the last helpless bargaining chip. 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 kinds of indifference and hurts in the past, and he would even be grateful to Dade to let go of his previous suspicions.

But when he heard this sentence again now, he only felt it was a sarcasm that was hurt by time.

He thought that Song Minghai might really regret after losing his family wealth and health, but he always thought with arrogance, so he never understood 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 just answered with dignity: "Thank you for your understanding, but your support is no longer important to me now, so I won't go back, and I hope we don't have unnecessary problems in the future. We wish you a speedy recovery. Goodbye."

After he finished 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 unpromising? Should I hate Song Minghai so much that I wish he died sooner, curse him viciously every day, fall into the trap, and do whatever it takes?"

Instead of being like this, because he still thanked him for giving himself a life and then offering himself a great favor, he chose the most calm and indifferent way.

Not hearty at all.

There is no sense of revenge at all.

But he really doesn't feel it anymore, doesn't hate it, doesn't care anymore, just doesn't care like a stranger, because it doesn't matter whether this person cares whether he will praise him or not give him emotional comfort or not .

Song Yan felt that this made him look unpromising.

Xia Zhiye turned to look at him: "Song Yan, do you know why I like you so much?"

"Because you are interested."

"..."

It's the same thing.

"But it's not all." Xia Zhiye said slowly, "The first time I thought you were cute was the first time I met and fought. Your face was so stinky that you wanted to beat someone, but you still chose to help me in my grandmother's life. Covering in front of you, at that time your reluctant stinky face was so cute that I made up my mind to be your friend on the spot. Later, when I found out that you were not so happy, I made up my mind to be your boy. Friends, do you know why?"

Song Yan also turned to look at him: "Why?"

"Because if a person receives success and happiness from childhood, then it is natural for him to grow up like this. But if a person receives suffering and misfortune from childhood, but he can still grow up like this, it shows that he is a kind-hearted and soft-hearted person from the bottom of his heart. People can't change at all, 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 night rain, like his eyes, sure and calm.

Song Yan met his gaze, suddenly smiled, turned her head and looked out the window again: "Okay, remember what you said, and remember to praise me for being gentle when you are domestically abused by me in the future."

Xia Zhiye's bottom line is also very low, he nodded and said, "It's okay, 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 shake? Why are you so cheap?"

As soon 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 held the phone and shook it at Song Yan: "It seems that I am not the only one who has aesthetic problems and a tendency to shake."

Saying that, press the on button with your fingertips.

Immediately, Shang Huai's voice that belonged to a top superstar came: "Master Xia! Brother Yan! I and the company are on leave! Tomorrow we will go back to Zaijiuxiang and get together!"

Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Yan.

Song Yan didn't bother to look at him, just let out a "hmm" from his nose.

Xia Zhiye understood and replied lazily, "Okay, see you tomorrow night, I might be a little late if I have something to do. You can just find my grandma, she has the key."

After speaking, the other thousands of ducks in the voice immediately quack again and do not know what the quarrel was.

Xia Zhiye hung up the phone with a smile, and said to Song Yan: "After returning to Nanwu tomorrow, you should go to Zaijiu Lane first. I'll do some errands, and I'll be there later."

Song Yan remembered the "little surprise" that Xia Zhiye didn't have time to finish before, and asked vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

Xia Zhiye smiled mysteriously: "Secret."

Song Yan didn't know what Xia Zhiye's secret little surprise was, nor was he interested in knowing it. Anyway, it was probably some kind of strange pink thing, but it was up to him.

So after arriving at the airport in Nanwu, the two parted ways.

Xia Zhiye went to do his business, and Song Yan went to Zaijiu Lane first.

Because Song Yan went to see the teacher at Peking University's Admissions Office during the day, they left a little late, and with the delay of the plane, the sky was already dark and gloomy when they arrived in Nanwu.

In the depths of the wine lane, warm yellow lights have been lit, accompanied by the hustle and bustle of talking and laughing loudly.

The door of the courtyard was closed, and as soon as it was pushed open, there was a large round table in the courtyard. Zhou Ziqiu, Shen Jiayan, Fang Xiang, Zhao Ruiwen, and Kong Xiaoxiao were sitting around the table smiling and talking, but Shang Huai, who had not seen him for a long time, did not know. Where did get a mobile ktv, holding a microphone, standing on the steps and playing with all kinds of exaggerated poses exclusive to top-tier superstars.

Two years ago, the boy who was unattractive because of a little baby fat and rustic student dress, after a year or two of training, has grown taller, thinner, and whiter, his hair is neatly groomed, and the childishness of a sand sculpture high school student has faded. Feeling, the smile became confident and publicized, and standing there actually really had the attention-grabbing style that a star should have.

It seems that chasing the dream is very successful.

As soon as he heard the movement at the door, when he looked up and saw Song Yan, he threw Mai instantly and rushed over to be hugged by a bear: "Brother Yan! I miss you to death! Woo woo woo..."

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, as if he had finally found his long-lost father, crying excitedly, "Master Xia told me that it wasn't you at that time. If I go bankrupt and lend me 5,000, I have no money to go to Beijing, let alone a successful interview. So you are my father! My reborn parents! My eternal benefactor!!!"

Dantian exerted force, deafening, and his voice was crisp and lingering for three days.

Song Yan, who was almost deaf from his roar, closed his eyes in despair.

He was wrong.

Entertainer training may change a person's appearance, but it definitely cannot improve his IQ.

Childish sand sculpture male high school students will always be childish sand sculpture male high school students, not saved.

Feeling Song Yan's strong killing intent, in order to avoid such a tragic tragedy on such a good 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, and picked up the microphone, "Next, I will sing an old wolf's "You at the Same Table", I would like to dedicate this song to all the friends here, and also Dedicated to our lost youthful years. Music! Get up!"

I have to say that although Shang Huai is not very smart, he sings really well.

The young man's clear and gentle voice rippled in the dark night, singing the sadness of parting that is 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 hurried over with a glass wine jar, she smiled kindly: "This is the sweet-scented osmanthus wine I brewed last fall, and I have been hiding it. I wanted to give it to you before the college entrance examination, but I never had the chance. Now that the results are just coming out, I will bring them to you to taste, and I wish you all the laurels of the Toad Palace, the title of the golden list, and the bright future."

Everyone took the cups of wine from Grandma Liu's hands, thanked them, and drank them all in one go.

Shen Jiayan's mouth was the sweetest, and he 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 aroused by greed, climbed onto Song Yan's lap, hugged Song Yan's neck, stared straight at the cup of osmanthus wine that Song Yan had not had time to drink, and said in a milky voice: "Brother Yan, I wish you a gold medal title! The future is bright! So can you give the little mahjong a drink?"

Song Yan was a little concerned about her alcohol intake, so she just planned to take a sip of her meaning, but she didn't expect to be targeted by Xiaomajong. Just as she was thinking about how to tell her not to drink in words that Xiaomajong could understand, Xiaopang dipped it with chopsticks. Handed it to the little mahjong at one point: "Sip it."

The little mahjong immediately sipped happily with anticipation, and then wrinkled his face in the next second, and even said "Bah" three times: "It's bitter! It's not good to drink! Brother Shen is lying! I ignore you. It's gone!"

After he finished speaking, he hugged Song Yan and buried his face in his neck, ignoring him.

There was a burst of laughter on the table, and Grandma Liu also smiled and hugged Xiao Ma from Song Yan's arms: "I'll take her to dinner, you two have a good time together, and call me next door if you need anything."

Looking at the backs of one old and one young leaving, Xiao Pang supported his small head and sighed: "I remember when we saw Xiao Mahjong in the amusement park, Kong Xiaoxiao and I thought she was the daughter of you and Xia Ye, but we didn't expect it to be now. She has become your sister-in-law... oh!"

Before he finished speaking, Xiaopang was kicked fiercely by Kong Xiaoxiao next door: "If you want to die, don't drag me on the back!"

The opposite Song Yan also raised his eyebrows slightly: "Daughter? Sister-in-law?"

"..." Little Fatty reacted and changed his words immediately, "I'm sorry! It's all my fault! The little mahjong can only be your sister-in-law! No doubt!"

After hearing this, Zhou Ziqiu thought it was funny, and said slowly: "You only dare to say this because Xia Zhiye is not there, otherwise he will beat you up or not."

"Hey, that's definitely not the case, our Master Xia is just a raking ear, who else doesn't know?" Little Fatty asked arrogantly.

Everyone thought for a while and nodded: "Indeed."

"That's not it, Master Xia is definitely the most dedicated, infatuated, and most loving man I've ever met." Xiao Pang's face was full of gossip, "You probably don't know, when Brother Yan first went to Beijing. , Mr. Xia had a serious illness, his body was weak, he couldn't eat or sleep, and his whole person seemed to have lost his soul. He was often either in a daze or lost his mind. In that notebook, he wrote all the names of the disgusted brothers when he was in a daze. It looks just like the one on TV, it's not an exaggeration at all."

Song Yan's knuckles clenched unconsciously while holding the wine glass.

But Xiaopang only thought that they had done all the hard work, and told these past events as ordinary things: "Also, Master Xia's mobile phone was confiscated several times, and his pocket money was also deducted. In order to save money to buy a mobile phone, he gave it to Brother Yan. To send express delivery, in addition to selling study materials, he also went to Internet cafes to repair computers for others. As for the train ticket money when he went to Beijing to find brother Yan, he repaired dozens of computers, and he did not sleep or eat for a month. He didn't plan to tell anyone about what he saved from breakfast, but he confessed to me when I ran into him on the Internet."

Xiao Pang took another sip of osmanthus wine and sighed: "You said that Xia Ye is not a dragon and phoenix where he puts it, just compromise a little, a good day is waiting for him, but he is just because he hates brother. Even if he can endure this hardship, he still tells me that he is not allowed to tell Brother Yan, saying that Brother Yan will feel distressed and unhappy when he finds out.

Song Yan never knew about these things.

He thought that Elder Xia was more reasonable, and with Xia Yu here, Xia Zhiye should have a better life than him.

But it doesn't.

In that year, it wasn't just him who was suffering alone, Xia Zhiye was also suffering. He just chose to hide those difficulties, and only showed him his gentle and powerful side, giving him hope and strength.

So much so that he forgot that Xia Zhiye was just like him, a powerless teenager.

So that whenever he thought that Xia Zhiye was good enough, he never realized that Xia Zhiye was better than he thought.

How can you be yourself.

Song Yan looked down at the light and moon shadow reflected in the wine glass, holding her fingertips lightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Xiao Pang was keenly aware of his mood changes, and realized that he was talking too much because of the spirit of the wine, so he hurriedly said, "Why did I say this, it's all in the past, you all have it now. You are an adult with money, housing, and ability, but if your parents can’t control you, you can do whatever you want, and the good days are still to come! Right?”

"Yes, it's all over, and there are only good days left." Kong Xiaoxiao quickly agreed, "Although I know that when the two of you were talking, the hearts of girls in our grade were broken, but after thinking about it, you two are a good match. So all of you have changed from girlfriend fans to CP fans. You have so many blessings, and it will definitely last a long time in the future, and you will grow old."

"That's right, and Xia Zhiye is good for our family, isn't it bad? In order to make Xia Zhiye feel more comfortable, he sold all his favorite watches, so it was a mutual love and mutual love. Let's go! In the future, I will take some money for the wedding!" Shen Jiayan felt that Song Yan was worthy of Xia Zhiye's love, and he had to protect the calf like a maiden's family.

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 at Zhou Ziqiu's shirt with a guilty conscience, and said in a low voice, "Oh, today is a special day, I will break up with him tomorrow."

Zhou Ziqiu couldn't help but chuckle, then raised the cup to Song Yan: "Blessings."

"Yes! Blessings!" Zhao Ruiwen also raised his cup upon seeing this, "Let's wish Master Xia and Brother Yan for a hundred years of marriage, and have a son early... oh!"

After speaking, Kong Xiaoxiao stepped on his foot again, only to realize that these two cannot have children, and quickly changed his words: "Let us wish Xia Ye and Brother Yan will never be forced to separate again from now on! A lifetime of happiness and freedom in Together!"

"Not only Master Xia and Brother Yan, I wish all of us the freedom to pursue our dreams and do what we want to do in the future." Shang Huai on stage held the microphone and shouted loudly, "Long live forever young! Long live forever!"

"Long live young forever! Long live us forever!"

All raised their cups, touched them violently, and shouted out their deepest longings as they were about to embark on the real journey of life.

They won't live forever.

Nor are they forever young.

They don't even know when they will drift apart because of their respective lives, until they completely disappear from each other's lives and become a passer-by in a thorough life.

But in the end they had accompanied each other through the best years.

Witnessed that the most pure, ardent and sincere young emotions bloomed amazingly in the years.

It also witnessed the tempering and transformation brought to them by those powerless and helpless obstacles.

Even if they will eventually go away, when they think of their youth, they will always remember the smiles that passed by with laughter and scolding, and when they think of those smiles, they will think of their ordinary but different 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 the vows full of good expectations.

Shang Huai on the stage sang Pu Shu's "Those Flowers" in a timely manner.

The sad voice fainted in the night and wine.

He sang: "Forget some stories before they are finished, those feelings are difficult to distinguish true and false in the years, and now the grass is overgrown with no flowers. Fortunately, they used to have your spring, autumn and winter and summer, they are all old. Are they still driving, we just go to the end of the world like this..."

And the people in the audience sang along with him, and their eyes were gradually reddened.

Some stories are not finished yet.

Let's go to the world separately.

Although they don't know if they will ever meet such a friendship that unconditionally trusts each other, forgives each other, understands each other, does not have any interests, and does not have any other purpose, they also don't know when their youth will be completely gone.

But no matter what the future holds, it's enough that they once had the best friendship and youth together. If they are destined, they will meet again on the same road.

Thinking of these sad feelings, everyone got 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 suddenly discovered that his painting was no longer a black and white painting, but a splendid and lively scene that was so rich and colorful that it would never be forgotten in a lifetime.

So he was so fortunate that he could meet Xia Zhiye when he was at his weakest and palest, and when he met this group of lovely people, he was able to walk through wind and rain, embrace the best people, and walk through this gentle life.

Thinking of this, he suddenly wanted to hug Xia Zhiye at this time, and made a call: "Where are you."

The voice on the other end of the phone was a slouchy, low smile as always: "When you go out, turn left, and remember to bring your luggage."

Song Yan was too lazy to think about what tricks Xia Zhiye had, and did as he was told.

Carrying the suitcase, he walked out of the courtyard gate and went straight forward, walking through this narrow and long alley where they witnessed their first encounter and love.

Then at the other end of the alley, under the moonlight, saw Xia Zhiye leaning against the car door, standing at the end of his field of vision.

It's a brand new Hummer off-road, Song Yan's favorite model ever said.

And Xia Zhiye leaned against the car door, with two long legs sloppy, smiling lazily and flamboyantly.

Song Yan walked over and looked up at him.

He stretched out his hand and made an invitation, his eyebrows were 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 jaw arrogantly, his eyes arrogant and arrogant: "This indecent 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, I will take you wherever you want to go."

Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan with a determined and gentle smile.

Song Yan met his gaze and watched for a long time.

Then finally took his hand: "Okay."

No matter how long the road is, how many obstacles, and how uncertain the future is, I will take you to wherever you want to go, even if the mountains and rivers are long and there is no return.

They were driving on the old street where the off-road vehicle disappeared under the moonlight, and no one knew how far, high mountains and high roads they had embarked on, and they had to travel through trials and tribulations.

Maybe it was to the farthest town, maybe it was just to see a flower blooming one night, or maybe it was just galloping on the highway, enjoying the free evening wind that swept across the night.

But it doesn't matter.

Because after all, there is where they want to go, and no one can stop it, and no one can break it up.

They were all powerless, but they will be free.

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