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The campus in late December always looks bleak.

The leaves are all fallen, the school is full of green, and only the sparse pines are left. The wind is strong in the southern suburbs, so the students always keep their heads down, wrap their clothes tightly, and are in a hurry. They don't want to stay outside for another second.

Song Fei has been squatting at the gate of Zhiyuan building for half an hour.

He didn't want to come so early, but there was no one in the dormitory - Xiangyang and Ren zhe were all taking the exam here, just like Qi Yan - the empty dormitory, especially on such a day today, always made people reluctant to stay for a long time.

It's cold outside, but I can see my classmates passing by from time to time. At least it's not so tense.

I don't know if it is the sequela of that disaster. Now he likes places with many people.

At last, the bell rang.

Soon, some students came out one after another.

Song Fei went up to a tree. This is the place where Qi Yan waited when he took the exam in the morning. The difference is that Qi Yan was standing in danger, but he had to lean on the tree, creating the illusion that "I didn't wait very seriously.".

Qi Yan came out.

Although mixed in the crowd, Song Fei caught him at once.

As if he had a premonition, Qi Yan looked straight in this direction, with a faint smile across the crowd's eyes on Song Fei.

Song Fei is very glad to rely on the tree, otherwise he may not be electrified now.

"How do you feel?" When Qi Yan comes to him, Song Fei is busy asking.

"Very good."

"Very good. What's a good way? Can you pass? "

"Do your best to listen to fate."

“……”

Seinfeld swears that this guy did it on purpose.

Because this conversation is the morning of full copy!

Qi Yan was just waiting for the exam.

"OK, I'll correct it. I think I can make it this time." It's not too late to mend.

Qi Yan was finally satisfied, and then he took his neck. His action was calm. From outsiders' point of view, it was like pure brothers.

"Yes, I'll treat you to something delicious."

"No play?" Song Fei is stunned. Xiao Qingxin is not a boyfriend's style.

"You don't get seasick when you're full."

“……” He knew there was more waves!

The mobile phone rings suddenly, and the caller ID is josch.

"Where?" As soon as the phone was put through, Qiao asked directly without any polite greetings.

"Zhiyuanlou."

"Didn't you take the morning exam?"

"Waiting for Qi Yan, we just got together."

"Don't dawdle. Come here quickly. There are all people here."

“OK。”

At 5:30 p.m., it was getting dark and the lights were beginning to shine.

Today is the first anniversary of the outbreak of the disaster. The monument in the center of the city has been completed in the daytime. At night, it is an open-air cultural commemoration.

Limited by the examination, the students in the martial arts class can only go to the city together after the end of CET-6.

As soon as he got to the back of Houde building, Song Fei saw 13 little friends standing at the door of the sunshine room not far away. You push me and I accept you. He was unrestrained in contact and friendship. The spectacle of the battle scared several teachers who wanted to go to the underground parking lot.

Wait, thirteen?

In doubt, Song Fei and Qi Yan have come to their comrades in arms, and the former has finally confirmed that they are not dazzled by themselves -

"Kuang ye?"

"I know you want to ask me how to get here," said Kuang, who has answered this question several times. He is a business fan and is familiar with it. "Obviously, witty, I have anticipated in advance that you have fewer cars and more people, so I brought my pony to support you."

Kuang yekou's pony is actually his mortgage Mazda.

As the only graduate of the martial arts class, Kuang is doing well now. Skipping the last semester of my senior year, I entered the Fortune 500 company directly. Now my internship has expired, and I have successfully become a full-time member, just like a promising youth.

Fifteen people, two cars and one locomotive are not enough, but we should make overall planning.

For example, Qiao Siqi's driver's position must be deprived and given to Zhou Yiren. For another example, although Ma Weisen's locomotive can barely plug two people, Fu Xiyuan can't help it, and other little friends have no passenger experience at all. In the end, he can only let Ma Tongxue go alone.

After making an appointment for the meeting place in the urban area, Ma Weisen left first, and Zhou Tongyi and Kuang Ye drivers took their seats. The remaining 12 people were five in a car and seven in a car.

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

Song Fei and Qi Yan are in Kuang Ye's car, accompanied by Lin Dilei, the co driver, and Luo Geng and Li Jingyu, who are crowded together in the back seat.

Song Fei was next to the car window, and the scenery flew past the window, so fast that there was no shadow left.The wasteland around the university town has begun to rise, surrounded by construction sites everywhere, no longer the desolation of the past.

That's good, he thought. When the old scene disappears, the pain in this scene will fade away.

The car drove all the way up the Central Avenue running through the north and south of the city.

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

The friends in the car are very quiet. Song Fei doesn't know if they are thinking the same thing as himself.

Last time I drove on this road, I was running for my life.

This time I'm driving on this road for a memorial ceremony.

It's only a year ago. It's like a world away.

The closer to the city center, the more traffic and slower the speed. When you see the ancient city wall where the commemorative activities are held, the car can no longer walk.

The friends of the wusheng class simply turn around, park the car far away, then walk back, and get on the wall from another entrance.

The wall of the open-air performance has been closed, and only the performers can enter. So the audience can only stop and watch on or under the wall of other places.

Because the entrance ticket is needed to climb the city wall, and the vision is not the best, so there are not many people here.

At this time, the performance has already begun. From their point of view, they can't see the people on the stage clearly, but they can see the big screen clearly and hear the songs coming from the speakers better.

He was an old artist with a strong voice and a sonorous tune.

The friends of the martial arts class listened quietly. Some seemed to be thinking about something, and some didn't seem to think about anything.

In fact, it doesn't matter what is performed on the stage. It's just such a special day. They think they should commemorate it, no matter what way.

Light colored flowers can be seen everywhere on the city wall, white, yellow, some sad.

After the performance of the old artist, the host came on the stage and began to stir up emotion.

Song Fei looks at Qi Yan, who is also looking at him.

"What's the matter?" Qi Yan asked.

Song Fei shook his head and said in a trance: "I just think it's been a year. It's really fast."

Qi Yan gently embraces his shoulder, does not speak, only embraces like that, feels each other's temperature.

“Wilson…… Johns？ Why are you two here? " Suddenly, a male voice came from behind.

Martial arts class partners collective back, found a strange male classmate.

Of course, it's a different matter for Maggie and Maggie -

"black?"

My friends responded that this is the auspicious three treasures of the outer courtyard.

The male students didn't see Song Fei, and they all focused on josch and Ma Weisen, because this scene is so rare that it's worth going back to write a special book with the students who know the inside story: "when did you two have such a good relationship and climb the city wall together?"

Joe and Ma, who were leaning shoulder to shoulder on the wall, looked at each other and couldn't figure out how to explain for a moment, because the whole process of turning enemies into friends was too long. If we had to find the source, we had to start with the decision of the wusheng class to flee outside the campus. It would take three days and three nights to tell.

With a sigh, Song Fei came to help his comrades in arms out of the siege: "in short, no matter who pries his girlfriend, they are all past events. They are good brothers now." At the end of the speech, he reached out to his male classmate, "Hello, this classmate. I'm Song Fei from the history institute."

Male students reflexively back to grasp, hold back to God, Leng Leng way: "they don't have a girlfriend, who pry whose ah?"? Hello, I'm Chi Xin from the Foreign Language Institute

Song Fei: "they No girlfriends? "

Chi Xin: "no, it's almost a fight to catch up with Ji Yao in our class. In the end, no one can catch up with him. They directly apply for a foreign university exchange Ah, where are you going to drag me? I've just come up and haven't seen the performance yet - "

seeing Chi dragged to the dark distance by his two comrades in arms, Song Fei turns around and looks at his comrades in arms.

A moment later, the thirteen little friends fell on the wall again, looked at the distant sky, and sighed in unison: "it's shameless."

Seinfeld's phone rings just as Josh and mavison come back.

Criticizing the swindler had to be done by other small partners. He took out his mobile phone to see the caller ID, and the result was that the number on it was unknown.

Song Fei's first reaction was that he was a liar, but he still answered with doubts: "hello?"

"It's me." There's no name, but it's very confident.

Song Fei opened his mouth in surprise: "Wang Qingyuan?"

The friends who were criticizing JOMA were quiet and surrounded.

Sophie simply turned the receiver into a loudspeaker.

Wang Qingyuan: "well, it's me. Why are you so noisy over there?"

All the little friends: "because we are all here -"

the phone was stunned, and then happy: "wusheng class party?"

Song Fei: "we are on the wall now. Today It's the first anniversary. "Wang Qingyuan was silent for a long time.

Song Fei quickly changed the topic: "how are you?"

Without waiting for Wang Qingyuan to reply, Luo Geng came to accuse him again: "you are not interesting enough. You haven't heard from me for such a long time. You can't use your mobile phone to write us a letter."

Josch came over and said, "where are you now?"

Li Jingyu added: "is it hard to be a soldier?"

Zhou Tongyi: "haven't you been bullied?"

Little friends are full of gossip, not to mention Wang Qingyuan, Song Fei's head will explode: "can you come one by one?"

I don't want to be slow on the phone, so I began to answer one by one: "it's very good; it's troublesome to write letters, and there's nothing to write about. Every day is training; it's not hard; no one bullies me."

Josch: "well, do you think he seems to have skipped my question alone..."

Wang Qingyuan: "the army has confidentiality regulations. I can't tell you where I am."

Josch: ah, I'm sorry

Wang Qingyuan: "it's OK. But it's not totally impossible to say. "

Song Fei: "Hey, don't make mistakes --"

Wang Qingyuan: "I'm in the place where my motherland needs me."

When -

is the bell, it is ringing on the clock tower not far away.

The city wall suddenly quieted down. It was not Song Fei's side, but all the city walls, no matter the hosts, actors, audiences or passers-by on the stage.

The mobile phone is still connected, and Wang Qingyuan over there, like them, is listening carefully.

When -

Song Fei knew that soon, the bell would spread all over the ancient city.

Morning bell and evening drum, this is the continuation of thousands of years - in the bell, a new day begins, pregnant with vitality, with hope.

(Fan Wai WAN)