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"Dong Dong …"

"Who is it?" The door opened, and a middle-aged woman opened it. She looked curiously at the sixteen to seventeen year old youth in front of her with a pretty face and a smile in her eyes. Who are you looking for? "

The young man politely smiled and greeted her, "Hello, Auntie! I am Su Xiang's class monitor, here is my student card. It's like this, it's almost the final exam. In order to help those students who are struggling with their studies, the teacher specifically asked me to come and help up Su Xiang. "

The middle-aged woman looked at the student token in the young man's hand and was pleasantly surprised. She greeted the young man enthusiastically. Hurry, hurry, aiya, it's really great of you to thank me. My family's Su Xiang has always been disobedient, causing you, the class monitor, so much trouble. Come on, please come in. Su Xiang is in that room, you go take a seat first, I'll get you some fruits. "

The youth stopped the woman as he walked, "Auntie, don't trouble yourself. I still have to go to the next house. I'll stay here for an hour. Don't be busy." As he said that, he opened the door that the woman had pointed to, smiled at her, and lightly closed the door, locking it behind him.

In the room, a tall and skinny youth who was playing crossing the line of fire beside his computer mumbled in annoyance, "What are you doing again? I'll read after I finish playing this round. Are you tired of me playing over and over again?"

The corner of the young man's mouth slowly curled up into a faint smile. He walked to the computer and gently called out, "It's me, you stinking brat."

The teenager, who was having fun, frowned. "It's you? I thought it was my mom again." How about it? Is everything done? "

The youth who had just entered the room casually sat down beside the young man who was playing computer. He said in a leisurely tone, "Yes, it's all settled. You still have the mood to play games."

He took a cigarette and lit it up himself, then said with a smile: "I say, boss, am I easy? As soon as I went home, I was forced to read and write by mom, it's not like you don't know that I have a headache as soon as I see a book, so I hid in my room to play and vent. Please forgive me."

The teenager rolled his eyes at Su Xiang and said, "I don't care about how you play. As long as you give me a satisfactory result in the college entrance exam, I won't be able to pass the exam. I must take down the college entrance exam."

Su Xiang Xie laughed: "We don't even want to get an undergraduate degree, but don't worry. Even if we fail the exam, Old Bao and I will ask our uncle from that university to bring us in. At that time, we can be together again, hehe."

The young man did not make a sound. He puffed on the cigarette that was about to burn down, as if he was thinking about something. Seeing this scene, Su Xiang could only sigh lightly. He handed the young man an unlit cigarette and asked: "You're still thinking about her? Why are you suffering? It's not all your fault. You've done well enough. Besides, she has already left. Even if she did not leave, would you guys still be together? Impossible, now that a relationship has passed away, it's impossible to come back. It looked like a perfect vase, but once it was broken, no matter how well it was mended, there would still be cracks. Emotions were like a vase. Once it broke, as time passed, the crack would slowly grow bigger and eventually push the person further away. "You must think of something. Remember, you are the one and only Zhang Song. No one can knock you down."

It turned out that the youth who visited Su Xiang's home late at night was Su Xiang's classmate, Zhang Song. Because of an unforgettable first love, he was unable to extricate himself from Su Xiang's youth. It was because of this young and innocent love that he had paid all the love he could give. However, fate had played a huge joke on him. Before he could reach the end, the pair of blissful little lovers had to separate for some reason. After he lost his first love, he didn't have a shred of passion for life, nor did he have any interest in other people's affairs. Just like an outsider giving him an evaluation, it was "cold", "tug", "act tough".

Indeed, the most direct feeling he gave others was that he was extremely cold and unapproachable. Not to mention interacting with him, even outsiders would not dare to interact with him lightly. Of course, there were exceptions to everything. Although he was a repulsive person, he still had his own circle of friends and friends. He still had a group of very good friends. In their words, they were best friends, even brothers. Su Xiang was one of them.

The youth called Zhang Song smiled miserably, putting away his lost feelings and slowly opened his mouth as if talking to himself, "What is past no longer comes, the beginning and the end can never change, maybe I should believe that it is fate, the lover will never come again after parting, the flowers will wilt but still bloom, and the love of my life can only drift outside the white clouds.

Su Xiang looked at his brother who was about the same age as him. Suddenly, he had an illusion. How could a sixteen or seventeen year old boy display such an vicissitudes of life that only an old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life could. He silently stared at his best brother. He didn't know what he should say at this moment. Perhaps silence was the best way to interpret it. Comfort him? Although they were about the same age, Su Xiang felt that he was not as mature as them.

"Is your hand fully healed?" After shaking off the complicated emotions from his mind, Su Xiang suddenly thought of something and asked with a concerned expression.

"Yeah, it's almost ready. We'll be able to extract the steel bars in a few days." Zhang Song's lips curled up as he waved his left hand at Su Xiang, indicating that his left hand would soon be able to move normally like before.

Su Xiang laughed from the bottom of his heart, and joked: "En, looks like the recovery effect is not bad, you must hurry up, the annual high school third grade football tournament is going to start in half a month, we are all looking forward to riding on the battlefield with you."

When Zhang Song heard this, he frowned and did not say anything. After a full minute, he let out a long breath and said, "This hand is precisely because of football. I don't want to touch basketball for the rest of my life, and I won't be participating in this year's football tournament. You must win the championship for me, or else don't come back and see me again."

Su Xiang was surprised by Zhang Song's words and said in surprise: "What? No more football? You're not kidding, football and basketball are your favorite and best at it, how can you just leave without touching it, that's hard for me to understand. "

Zhang Song raised his long hair and said seriously: "So what if I love it the most and am good at it the most? It was just a sport, and no matter how well you played it, you couldn't eat it. "I came here tonight to tell you that after a period of time, at the earliest, half a month at the latest, I will have to go out for a period of time, until the start of next semester, when I can't be sure, but before the College Entrance Test, I will definitely come back to participate in the College Entrance Test together with all of you. While I'm away, I hope that you will work hard and not disappoint me."

Su Xiang stared intently at Zhang Song's eyes. He wanted to see something from his eyes, but he failed. Right now, other than the endless vicissitudes of life in Zhang Song's eyes, he could not find any other clues. Regarding Zhang Song's understanding, Su Xiang still figured out a few reasons. He softly said: "Are you going out to do full-time jobs and pay next semester's tuition? Didn't we agree that we will help you split the expenses? What kind of brain is this again? "

He licked his dry lips and said indifferently: "This time we can count on you, and next time we can count on you, but I can't count on you for your whole life. One year, and in less than a year, we will all have to go to university, and the fees for high school is nothing to the university, not to mention that we will have to stay for at least three to four more years. I know you're good to me, but I can't brag about your kindness to me as capital. For our friendship, I should go to work, so that I can look at you and raise my head in front of you. If you still regard me as your brother, then don't say anything more. I have already made my decision, and you know that what I have decided will not change. "

Su Xiang did not say anything, but went forward and fiercely hugged Zhang Song. After a long while, the two of them separated. Su Xiang slowly said, "We did not misjudge you. Having you as my brother is my greatest fortune in this life. I will always protect this fortune, because it is the wealth that we nine brothers have in common.

Zhang Song nodded his head affirmatively. "With this life and no afterlife, with the eight of you accompanying me, no matter how much trouble I encounter outside, I will still come back smiling and give all of you peace of mind."

"Remember to give us a call when you are free. As long as you are safe and sound outside, we will miss you." Helpless, Su Xiang could only say a few blessings that were neither painful nor itchy.

Zhang Song grinned and said, "I'm just going out for a while. It's not like I'm not coming back. I'll give you a message when we get there. I'll never forget you guys."

Su Xiang nodded his head but did not say anything else. Actually, he had too many things he wanted to say, but at this moment, his emotions had already broken his heart. He didn't know what he should say to this close friend of his. Because they knew each other so well, they knew that once Zhang Song made a decision, there would be no room for negotiation. At times like this, silence was the best expression of brotherhood and silently wishing was the best concern.

He personally went downstairs to see Zhang Song off from the neighborhood, and watched his brother, who had a miserable background, lived a short life, yet had experienced a lot, slowly walk away until he completely disappeared from the quiet and dark street. At this moment, Su Xiang, who thought that he was heartless, finally shed his precious tears. He silently prayed for the blessing of Zhang Song …

At midnight, Zhang Song returned to the dilapidated residential district that he had lived in for sixteen years. He was lying on his bed, playing with the first gift his mother had given him on his first birthday. It was also the only present he had so far. Staring at the green jade pendant, her young face revealed a bitter and self-deprecating smile.

At this moment, a pure white figure appeared in Zhang Song's mind. That frown, that smile, and that look in his eyes all caused Zhang Song to sink into deep thought.

"She's been gone for nine months. Will she come back? Did she have a good nine months? Would she still remember me? Or have you long forgotten me? " Feeling somewhat worried, Zhang Song silently thought in his heart.

His first meeting more than a year ago was on the day of his high school report. His first love was like a celestial goddess, almost luring away Zhang Song's soul.

Now that the two of them had separated, there was no news of the beauty. Although Zhang Song hated her, he declined to comment. In his heart, he loved her as always, and even though Zhang Song missed her day and night, he couldn't say it.

Night slowly slipped away as time flowed by.

Zhang Song tried his best to shake his head, trying to get rid of the complex emotions in his mind. Hatred? There must be, anyone who can face all these things and still say the words that do not hate; love? It was still going on. If he didn't love her, how could he think of her day and night?

Unknowingly, Zhang Song fell asleep in the midst of thousands of thoughts. In his hands, he was still holding the gift he planned to give to her that he deeply loved. Would that day come?

In his dream, Zhang Song was running all over the place. Was he looking for his beloved person? Or was he looking for the path of his life?