The campus in late December always looks very bleak.

The leaves fell, and the green of the school was left with sparse pine trees. The wind was strong in the southern suburbs. The classmates always lowered their heads and wrapped their clothes tightly. They walked in a hurry and didn't want to stay outdoors for an extra second.

Song Fei had been squatting at the entrance of Zhiyuan Tower for half an hour.

He didn't want to come so early, but there was no one in the dormitory - Xiangyang, Ren Zhedu, like Qi Yan, was taking the exam here - the empty dormitory, especially on today's day, which always makes people reluctant to stay for a long time.

Although it is cold outside, you can see classmates passing by the road from time to time, at least it is less tense.

I don’t know if it was the sequelae of the disaster, but he likes places with a lot of people now.

The ringtone finally rang.

Soon, some classmates came out one after another.

Song Fei stood up and came to a tree. This was where Qi Yan was waiting for during the exam in the morning. The difference was that Qi Yan stood upright, but he insisted on leaning against the tree to create the illusion of "I didn't wait very seriously."

Qi Yan came out.

Even though he was mixed in the crowd, Song Fei still grabbed him at first sight.

As if he had a premonition, Qi Yan looked straight in this direction, and met Song Fei's gaze through the crowd and smiled faintly.

Song Fei was very glad that he had leaned on the tree, otherwise he might have been electrocuted now.

"How do you feel?" When Qi Yan walked in front of him, Song Fei hurriedly asked with concern.

"Good."

"What a good way to do it? Can you pass it or not?"

"Give your best to fate."

“…”

Song Fei swore that this guy definitely did it on purpose.

Because this conversation is a complete copy morning!

But at that time, it was me who took the exam and Qi Yan who was waiting for it.

"Okay, I'll correct it, I think I can pass this time." It's not too late to fix the problem.

Qi Yan was finally satisfied, and then he put his neck on his movements, and his movements were so calm that from outsiders, he looked like a pure brother.

"I'll treat you to something delicious after waiting."

"No more play?" Song Fei was stunned. Xiaoqing was not her boyfriend's style.

"I won't be seasick when I'm full."

"..." He knew he had to be ruthless!

The phone suddenly rang, and the caller ID - Qiao Siqi.

"Where?" As soon as the phone was connected, classmate Qiao asked bluntly, without any polite greetings.

"Zhiyuan Tower."

"Don't you take the morning exam?"

"When I wait for Qi Yan, we have just met."

"Then stop being too slow and come over quickly, there are all people here."

“Ok.”

At 5:30 pm, the sky was getting darker and the lights were just on.

Today is the first anniversary of the disaster. The monument in the city center has been completed during the day and at night it is an open-air literary and artistic commemoration event.

Due to the examination restrictions, the friends in the martial arts class can only make an appointment to go to the city after the CET-6 ends.

As soon as he walked to the back of Houde Building, Song Fei saw thirteen friends standing at the door of the sunroom not far away, pushing me, and urging you, unrestrainedly contacting comrades. The scene was so spectacular that it scared several teachers who wanted to go to the underground parking lot.

Wait, thirteen?

In a while of doubt, Song Fei and Qi Yan had already come to their comrades, and the former finally confirmed that it was not that they were dazzled by themselves.

"Kuang Ye?!"

"I know you want to ask me how I came here," said Kuang, who has answered several times, who is a business-style student, who is already familiar with it. "Obviously, I have already predicted your question of the small cars and many people in advance, so I brought my pony to support it."

The pony in Kuang Ye’s mouth is actually his mortgaged Mazda.

As the only graduate of the martial arts class, Kuang is doing pretty well now. After skipping the last semester of his senior year, he went directly to the top 500 in the world. Now that the internship has expired, he has successfully become a regular, and he is like a promising young man.

Fifteen people, two cars, and one locomotive, cannot be said to be insufficient, but overall planning must be carried out.

For example, Qiao Siqi's driver's position must be deprived of and handed over to Zhou Yili. For example, although Ma Weisen's motorcycle could barely be fed two people, given that Fu Xiyuan refused to obey and other friends had no experience in passengers, he could only let Ma run alone and lightning.

So after making an appointment for the meeting place in the city, Ma Weisen left first, Zhou Yilu, and Kuang Ye driver took his seat, and the remaining twelve people were five in a car and seven in a car.

Overload is definitely overloaded, but each car is only overloaded by one person, so the friends are crowded and they sit down.

Song Fei and Qi Yan were riding in Kuang Ye's car, and Lin Dilee, the co-pilot, and Luo Geng and Li Jingyu, who were huddled in the back seat.

Song Fei was next to the car window, and the scenery was flying past the window, so fast that it could not even leave any afterimages.

The wasteland around the university town has begun to be built, with fenced construction sites everywhere, and the desolation of the past will no longer be seen.

This is also good, he thought that when the old scene disappears, the pain that happens in this scene will fade away.

The car drove all the way up the central avenue that ran through the north and south of the city.

There are pedestrians on both sides, with more and more cars along the way, and the lights are getting more and more brilliant.

The friends in the car were very quiet, and Song Fei didn't know if they were thinking about the same thing as him.

The last time I drove on this road was to escape.

This time I opened on this road to commemoration.

It's only a year before and after, it feels like a different life.

The closer you get to the city center, the more traffic flows, the slower the speed. When you see the ancient city wall where the commemorative event is held, the car can no longer move.

The friends of the martial arts class simply turned around, parked their cars far away, and then walked back on foot and climbed the city wall from another entrance.

The walls of the open-air literary performance have been closed and only performers can enter. Therefore, the audience can only stop and watch on or under the walls of the city in other locations.

Because I need to get tickets to climb the city wall and my vision is not the best, there are not many people in the place where Song Fei and the others are.

The performance has begun at this time. From their perspective, they cannot see the people on the stage clearly, but they can see the big screen clearly and the singing sounds coming from the speakers.

It was an old artist with a thick and powerful voice and a sonorous and exciting tune.

The friends of 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 think they should come to commemorate it no matter what method they use.

Light-colored flowers can be seen everywhere on the city walls, white and yellow, and a little 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 feel like it's been a year, it's so fast."

Qi Yan gently held his shoulder, without saying a word, just holding him in that way, 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 looked back together and found that they were a strange male classmate.

Of course, it is a different matter for both Ma Qiao.

“black?!”

The friends realized that these were the three auspicious treasures that finally made up the outer courtyard.

The male classmate didn't see Song Fei and the others, and focused all his attention on Qiao Siqi and Ma Weisen, because this scene was really a once-in-a-lifetime scene. It was worth going back and reading to the classmate who knew the inside story: "When did you have such a good relationship? Let's climb the city wall together?"

Somehow, Qiao Ma and his two men leaned shoulder to shoulder on the city wall looked at each other, unable to think of how to explain it for a moment, because the whole process of turning enemies into friends was too long and they had to find the source, so they had to start with the martial arts class deciding to escape outside the campus. To be honest, they could talk about it for three days and three nights.

Song Fei sighed and came over to help his comrades to help him: "Simply put, no matter who pried his girlfriend, it was already a past event. They are now good brothers who will never leave each other." After speaking, he stretched out his hand to the male classmate, "Hello, this classmate, I am Song Fei from the History Academy."

The male classmate held it back in a reflexive manner, and then came to his senses after holding it. He said blankly: "They don't have a girlfriend at all, who will pry whoever? Hello, I am Chi Xin from the Foreign Languages ​​School."

Song Fei: "They... don't have a girlfriend?"

Chi Xin: "No, Ji Yao, who was scrambling to chase our class, was almost fighting. In the end, no one caught up. They directly applied for foreign university exchanges... Hey, where do you two want to drag me to? I just came up and haven't watched the performance--"

Watching classmate Chi be dragged into the distance of darkness by two comrades, Song Fei turned around and looked at all comrades.

After a while, the thirteen little friends lay on the city wall again, looked at the sky in the distance, and sighed in unison: "It's so shameless."

When Qiao Siqi and Maweisen came back, Song Fei's phone rang.

The matter of criticizing the scammers had to be left to other friends for their own work. He took out his cell phone to look at the caller ID, but the result was an unknown number jumping on it.

Song Fei's first reaction was a liar, but he still pressed to answer in confusion: "Hey?"
To be continued...