After trekking through the Black Mountain and White Water, it has gone through hundreds of disasters and difficulties.

I walked a long way before I came here, just to say something to you in my life, welcome to go home.

The epidemic is a protracted war, but thankfully, in March, China won the battle.

Wen Buhui was discharged from the hospital and was the last patient in South China to recover, which also means that Shanshen Hospital was officially cleared. The disease that had spread for two months, delayed the study and work for too long, was finally able to return to normal from this day.

At the gate of Shanshen Hospital, Lin Wangyuan pushed the wheelchair outward. Wen Buhui was still very weak and could not walk normally.

The group walked towards Nanhua University, not many people, and they were all friends of Wen Buhui and Lin Wangyuan. After all, although they were safely discharged from the hospital, no one could guarantee whether there were any virus molecules. Those who could take risks at this time were definitely true feelings.

They greeted each other, and Wen Buhui's eyes moved quickly, circling on several people, and finally a trace of imperceptible loss flashed.

What was she looking for? Lin Wangyuan knew very well, so he was afraid that Gong Yuhan was not one. After all, both of them were here, and the only one who did not appear but could make her care was Gong Yuhan.

There were very few people who knew the truth a few days ago, Lin Wangyuan was one. Looking at Wen Buhui's lost gaze, his heart trembled. But the memory floated back to the basketball court that day, and reason told him that since he had agreed to Gong Yuhan's agreement, he could not tell those things.

In fact, he didn't know what Gong Yuhan thought, nor did he know what he had experienced.

That day, the attending physician told Lin Wangyuan that with the treatment of the drug, Wen Buhui's immunity increased in geometric proportions. The viruses trapped in her body were almost swallowed up by the immune antibodies at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The unimaginable recovery was now close to you, and all the credit was attributed to the lotus warm sac brought back by Gong Yuhan.

With a text message, he told Gong Yuhan about Wen Buhui's situation and asked him why he left so resolutely this time. After all, love is a seed that has already taken root and sprouted. Why did his persistence in Wen Buhui's sudden dissipation?

“woaretooyoungtounderst”

This is Gong Yuhan's reply. We are too young to understand the true meaning of love. In a simple sentence, Lin Wangyuan knew that he was probably determined.

Later, when Wen Buhui asked Gong Yuhan about whereabouts some time ago, Lin Wangyuan was on duty on the service desk. Of course, she had also asked about the origin of the Lotus Warm Bag. Lin Wangyuan only said that it was approved by the hospital, but it did not arouse suspicion.

The school bus roared past and soon returned to South China University. Looking at the familiar scene in front of you, some different thoughts emerged in the hearts of the people.

Especially for Wen Buhui, the feeling of living is really a little wonderful. Only those who have experienced life and death and are wandering around the gates of hell will cherish life even more.

Lin Wangyuan flashed and went from behind her to the front. The two looked at each other and then moved away as if they were electrocuted.

Ten years of intersection and ten years of emotions, they once thought they were very close to each other, but later they found that they were so far away. At that time, after experiencing the torture of separation from life and death, the distance between the two hearts seemed so close again.

After a long time of silence, Lin Wangyuan just said affectionately to her.

"Welcome back!"

......

In the future, it would be like returning to the origin. The only difference is that they have a depression that they don’t want to mention.

Han Juan's appearance and departure were like fireworks, very beautiful, but also short-lived. On the second day after the epidemic was completely over, she applied for a leave of absence and graduated from school, and used her family's relationship to complete the procedures for studying abroad.

As for Gong Yuhan, Lin Wangyuan did not deliberately inquire about his news, and he himself did gradually fade out of sight.

It is not the same professional class, and even the departments and campuses are different. It is indeed difficult to meet the huge Nanhua University if it is not possible to meet. Although Wen Buhui occasionally contacted him, he always ended the topic indifferently. Over time, the two of them gradually drifted apart.

On this day, Lin Wangyuan, who was still in class, suddenly received a brief message. Wuxin opened his mouth, but his heart trembled suddenly.

"I'm disturbing. I'm Han Yaochan and Brother Han Juan. If it's convenient, come to the wine door to sit down and I want to talk to you!"

A strange number, but Han Juan's name is mentioned in it, which really surprised him a little. Although the possibility of a prank is not ruled out, his intuition tells him that the content on this message should be unquestionably true.

Of course, this is not the first time he has heard that the president of the student union of Nanhua University has great power in his hands, both in fame and fortune.

He has always known that Han Juan has such an elder brother, but this is the first time he has received a text message directly. Lin Wangyuan could have imagined that this trip was probably a Hongmen Banquet. If he went there, he would inevitably be questioned and made things difficult, but he also had reasons to have to go there.

He never had time to make up for the debts he owed Han Juan. Even after going abroad, Han Juan changed her mobile phone number and he lost even his only contact information.

The appearance of Han Yaochan was probably the opportunity given to him by God. No matter how difficult it was, he would still say that sorry. Even if he was settled by the autumn after the fall, he had no way out and had to go there.

......

Jiumen Qingba is the largest entertainment venue at Nanhua University, but its origin is a mystery, and no one knows who its boss is.

When Lin Wangyuan arrived, there was already a boy sitting on the agreed booth, about the same age as his, but there was a bit of maturity hidden in his pupils. The boy was wearing a casual suit, and although he did not wear a tie, he looked a mature and worldly style that was inconsistent with his age.

Most people know this face, and it is undoubtedly Han Yaochan. The current president of the Student Union of South China University, and his photos have appeared on many news and reports.

Lin Wangyuan, who has always been proud of his appearance, couldn't help but feel ashamed of this time. Just in terms of appearance, this person is not inferior to him at all. And if he combines his temperament, he even has to vaguely over him. This is something that has never happened before.

"You are here? Let's meet me. I am Han Yaochan and Han Juan's brother!"

The calm voice came, full of magnetism, and the invisible momentum made Lin Wangyuan feel a little oppressed. Of course, more pressure still comes from the guilt in his heart. He knew very well that the person in front of him was here to settle the score with him.

"Hello, I am Lin Wangyuan... Han Juan... How is she okay?" Lin Wangyuan asked a little embarrassedly.
Chapter completed!