The wedding of Han Yaochan and Luo Ling was scheduled for the tenth day after Lin Wangyuan left, and it probably meant to be happy.

When Yin Hao received the call, he was not sleeping all night. There were more things happening these days, which made him, who was already a little mildly depressed, even more anxious. He hurriedly finished the bizarre fantasy novel. He suddenly wanted to write a story of his own, but when he opened the album of his mobile phone, he found that the traces of the past had been wiped out by the years.

From Liu Zixin's departure to Lin Wangyuan and Wen Buhui's farewell, everyone was separated inadvertently, and his youth had long been desolate and disaster.

The electronic invitation printed in the fax machine and the familiar handwriting made him stunned. He walked around and stumbled, but he never thought that they were the only two people who had gained a happy ending.

In a dazed moment, Yin Hao suddenly wanted to give them a special gift, a gift that carries their stories and commemorates their past. He didn't happen to have the idea of ​​writing a new book, and he spent his time by focusing on other things, and perhaps he could find good inspiration.

After buying the green train ticket, Yin Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief and fell asleep.

He knew that tomorrow would be another long journey, and his destination would go straight to Nanhua University. It was the place where he first met and began. Only when he returned there could he remember every little bit of the story, and only when he returned there could he draw an exquisite gift for the two people.

......

——Wedge·Tears and Lake

You are like the dewdrop that I stole the kiss from a young man.

From then on, the mountains and rivers are far away, and we come here to go.

It is both my tears and my lake water.

Nanhua University in 2011 was as usual, full of a faint fragrance of books, and the osmanthus and camphor trees were intertwined, adding a bit of deepness.

At the South China Railway Station, the buses for welcome to the new year are arranged neatly, and are usually led by teachers and senior volunteers.

Of course, they don’t really receive many freshmen, and there are only a few cars every year. Because the reputation of South China University is mainly concentrated in South China, and with inconvenient transportation, very few students from other provinces come here to study.

This time, Han Yaochan walked onto the bus lazily, narrowing her eyes and did not say hello to the volunteers.

He is an exception among freshmen. After all, he is a native of South China. He only went to another province with his parents in high school and became a student of another province. It can be said that he knew more about South China University than many volunteers present, so he was not as interested as other freshmen.

The teacher who led the team, named Gao, once saw this person on the official website of South China University. He is in charge of politics and education and has a bit of prestige.

After asking Teacher Gao, Han Yaochan lay on his back on the seat and took a nap. The Bluetooth headset was filled with JJ Lin's singing, which made him hum unconsciously. The surroundings were full of longing and joy of yearning. These people and things were like dreams and fantasy, and they could not disturb his inner peace.

The bus slowly and relaxes, and wherever it passes, there are green mountains and clear waters. South China is indeed a beautiful place with outstanding people and beautiful places.

But in a daze, Han Yaochan came back to his senses and suddenly found that there was a girl standing in front of him at some point, with the expression on his face similar to that on his. If you take a closer look, you will find that it was not a lack of interest like him, but a completely reluctant expression, which was quite sad.

Looking around, Han Yaochan realized that the seats in the car were full, and this girl should be the last one to come.

"Uh, classmate, come and sit down!"

Han Yaochan stood up, touched the girl's shoulder gently, and then asked gentlemanly. As a boy, this kind of demeanor was his duty, but he was secretly wondering why so many male classmates around him took the initiative to give up their seats.

However, he immediately understood the reason. After the words fell, the girl didn't even look at him. His standing posture was stiff for a few seconds and he received no response. However, the classmates around him turned to look, which made him particularly embarrassed. In the end, he sat in his original position and didn't say much.

I took a sneak peek at the girl. Her long black hair was almost as big as her waist, and her melon-shaped face was decorated with delicate facial features.

This girl is definitely not the most beautiful among the girls he knows, but she can't help but reveal a cute aura all over her body. She seems to be natural and cute. Even with the rude response just now, it does not weaken the pity that makes people lovely at all.

However, Han Yaochan just praised in her heart, and glanced at her eyes and then moved her eyes back to her phone.

Time slipped away quietly. Just as he was still immersed in the singing, he unexpectedly caught the girl standing sobbing gently. Her shoulders were shaking regularly, and her cheeks were like pear blossoms, and big tears fell one after another.

In an instant, Han Yaochan was stunned. He didn't know what had happened just now, and he didn't understand why the girl suddenly started crying.

It was so close that he should have made some moves, but out of the lessons just now, he suppressed the gentlemanly heart. Although the other freshmen next to him stopped talking, they just looked at her quietly, and no one took the initiative to ask.

On the contrary, the team leader Mr. Gao came over this time and asked with concern, "Student, what's wrong with you? What happened? Why did you suddenly cry!"

"Woooooo!"

Hearing Teacher Gao’s inquiry, the girl’s crying became even more intense. After sobbing for three or five minutes, she said choking and sobbing.

"Teacher, I... can I still modify my volunteers? Woooo... I miss home... This is not the university I want!"

The aggrieved voice makes people feel pity, but it finally makes Teacher Gao understand why. This happens every year. Many students leave home for the first time and come so far, so it is inevitable to think about their homes.

However, as a teacher, he could not solve such a problem. He could only sigh helplessly, pat the girl on the shoulder, and then walked back to his original seat to sit down. College life itself is a process of self-adaptation, and no one can give him any help except himself.

......

The scenes in front of him made Han Yaochan speechless. He really couldn't figure out what he was going to make a fuss?

"Hey, let me sit for you in this seat? I'll stand for a while!" Han Yaochan stood up and said lightly to the girl, but this time her tone was full of laziness, and she had long lost the politeness she had before.

"Woooooo!"

Obviously, the girl was still the same as before, not ready to pay attention to him, and was just crying on her own.

"Don't you sit down? It doesn't matter, I'll stand with you!" Han Yaochan said with a slight joke, "But there are obviously seats in the car, but we, the man and the woman, have to stand, which is a bit suspicious of showing love, right? At that time, the rumor-monger may gossip!"

"you!!!"

The girl was stunned, then her beautiful eyes were raised and she rolled her eyes to him.

She never expected that the boy in front of her would be so hateful. Seeing her crying so pitifully, she was still in a joking mood. But after thinking about it carefully, she was also right. If the two stood together, they would be afraid that they would really attract a lot of rumors by then, which would be a bad thing.

"Hmph!" Without waiting for Han Yaochan to say anything more, the girl snorted and finally sat in his position.

"Cry if you want to cry? When I left my hometown, I didn't feel very good!" Han Yaochan followed the tone of the elder and continued to joke, "Don't worry, the photos you cried like a little cat. I will keep secretly. When you find a partner in the future, I will send them to him to make fun of you!"

As he said that, he shook his phone, although everyone knew that he had not taken a secret photo of her just now.

"Why are you so annoying? Can't you give in to a little girl?"

"I gave in, right? I gave this seat to you!" He only heard him chuckling, "My name is Han Yaochan, where are you?"

"Hey, it's rude to ask the girl's name, okay? Humph, let's talk about it, why should I tell you!"

"You have to let me know what the name of this girl who cried in front of me for ten minutes is, right? If I don't say it, I'll post the photo I just did in the post bar!" Han Yaochan shook her phone again, pretending to threaten.

"You are really annoying!" The girl snorted and pouted, but in the end she still murmured in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "My name is Luo Ling."
Chapter completed!