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On the public screen outside, many students who hadn't had time to enter the auditorium stopped to watch.

The male host held the microphone and said in a slightly magnetic voice: "The next show will be Bi Nianhai, a classmate from the Conservatory of Music, who brought us that song that everyone will never forget—please enjoy "got windy"."

Bi Nianhai sat on a round stool with a guitar in his hand.

"I stopped and stopped along the way, following the traces of the boy's drifting, the moment before I stepped out of the station, I was a little hesitant."

"I can't help laughing at the feeling of being close to home, it is still inevitable, and the sky in Nagano is still so warm, the wind blows from the past..."

The song that Yang Xue was thinking about finally started, and the familiar melody resounded over the entire school.

Bi Nianhai is a special student of the Conservatory of Music, and has won a national award. His voice is deep and full of vicissitudes, which complements this song perfectly, and it is even better than the girl Yang Xue heard singing on the lawn before.

But at this moment, Yang Xue has no intention of listening to the song.

All she wanted was to find him.

"Excuse me, classmate, did you see a boy in a black windbreaker? He came from over there. He's about this tall. Yes, his figure is relatively well-proportioned—really?! Good! Thank you!"

Yang Xue asked all the way, but she didn't hold out hope at first, because it was too late. On this New Year's Eve, who would pay attention to an insignificant person, but what she didn't expect was that some classmates said they saw it.

Following the student's guidance, she ran all the way to the school cafeteria.

University canteens usually close late. Although not every stall is open, there are always one or two waiting for students who are hungry from playing games or studying to have supper.

Tomorrow is New Year's Day, and students will have a three-day holiday. At this time, only one shop in the cafeteria is still open.

As soon as Yang Xue walked into the cafeteria gate, she saw the back of the man in the black windbreaker.

He looked down and seemed to be eating.

Yang Xue took a deep breath.

Walk towards him step by step.

As the distance between the two gradually narrowed, Yang Xue's heart jumped into her throat.

She stopped at a position about five meters behind him, not daring to go any further.

"Boss, have another serving, add a fried egg."

A slightly thicker voice came.

While Yang Xue was hesitating, the man in the black windbreaker had already left his seat, walked to the shop, and asked the boss for another bowl of noodles.

He turned around slowly, Yang Xue looked at his face.

Four eyes facing each other.

After a while, Yang Xue turned her eyes away.

not him……

Yang Xue's shoulders slumped.

All the energy of the whole person was withdrawn at that moment.

It's like turning into a walking dead.

She left the cafeteria step by step and walked aimlessly on the corridor of the school.

Ben was sick, and had exhausted all his strength just now.

After dissipating in one breath, she couldn't run anymore.

She came to the bishop's door and sat down on the steps, clasping her knees with her hands.

At this moment, the 5-minute song just reached its climax.

"I used to be unable to extricate myself from the size of the world, and I was also addicted to it in my dreams. I couldn't tell the truth, I didn't struggle, and I wasn't afraid of jokes."

"I once turned my youth into her, and I once popped out the midsummer with my fingertips. My heart is moved, so let's go with the fate—"

The song is beautiful and touching.

The melody is also catchy, and many students can't help singing along.

Yang Xue hid in a corner, buried her head deeply in her knees.

Eye sockets involuntarily turned red.

She misses him so much.

I can't control myself at all.

It's okay if you don't have those dreams.

But I can dream of him every day.

From hope to disappointment.

There is nothing more painful than this in the world.

She rubbed her eyes with her sleeve.

Stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

He hasn't come back yet.

She can't cry.

She must become strong and protect everything about him.

But I really miss him.

Miss his warm embrace.

Miss his slightly husky voice.

miss his bad smile...

"Dr. Yang?"

I don't know if it's an illusion.

Yang Xue seemed to hear someone calling her.

It seemed to be his voice.

She looked up suddenly.

"Walking around when you're sick is really easy for me to find."

Not far away, under the light, a young man smiled at her with two cups of milk tea in his hand.

Although there was a little teasing in the words, the tenderness in the deep eyes could not be hidden.

Yang Xue rubbed her eyes vigorously.

He's still there.

Smiling badly.

Not a hallucination.

He is back!

"The evening wind blows the white hair on your temples and smoothes the scars left by memories. In your eyes, light and dark are mixed, and a smile blooms."

"The twilight covered your staggering steps, walked into the painting hidden by the bedside, you in the painting, lowered your head and talked—"

Yang Xue supported the ground with one hand, slowly stood up from the steps, never leaving his eyes for a moment, she was afraid that if she turned around, he would disappear again.

But this time, he was there all the time.

Yang Xue covered her mouth, tears fell from her eyes.

But she is smiling.

The young man looked at her, sucked his nose, and then slowly opened his arms.

Yang Xue also raised her hands slightly, and rushed forward suddenly. Under the astonished eyes of many students, she jumped up and threw herself into his arms.

Like a goose returning to its nest.

"I finally returned my youth to her, together with the midsummer that popped out from my fingertips, I just went with the wind when my heart moved."

"In the name of love, are you still willing to—"

……

"Hey, Mrs., you've smashed the old monk."

A million-word summary

This should be the last single chapter before the closing speech.

In fact, the author is not a hypocritical person, but most of the readers who have been following the book know that this book encounters a lot of situations.

Changed the title of the book, changed the introduction, changed the content, and finally got blocked by various chapters.

Really tired.

I'm about to reach 100 million words, and it coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I want to chat with everyone.

Now the number of subscriptions per day is only one or two hundred, which is about a few dollars in conversion.

The poor results are partly due to poor level, but the main reason is that the website traffic is limited, and there are no new readers at all.

In fact, the book was originally estimated to be about 300 million words, but it is estimated to be unlikely, and the book may not be kept if it is written down, so I can only survive with broken arms and reluctantly castrate some stories.

But fortunately, some cute and hateful characters did not have the opportunity to appear on the stage, which did not affect the integrity of the story.

Readers who have read the book carefully should know that I like the writing style of grass snake and gray line, and I have dug a lot of pits.

Some of them have already been filled in, and some of them I don’t say that everyone doesn’t know.

The next focus will be on these things that have already been prepared.

Zhang Jue returned, and from this point on, he was ready to start pulling up.

Note that it is a thread take-up, not an unfinished one.

As long as the book is still there, there will be no rush to throw out an ending to fool everyone.

It will be a gradual process, like a downhill.

Wait until everyone feels that this book should be over.

I will try my best to give everyone an acceptable ending within my ability.

Of course, readers cannot explain themselves, and I will not explain everything clearly in detail.

Please fill in some details by yourself.

After all, it’s meaningless if you say it too clearly, right?

Well, it's too late, it's time to go to bed, so let's stop here.

Thank you for your continued support.

Thank you guys for your rewards.

Happy Mid-autumn Festival.

Yours sincerely.

salute.

Walnuts again.

At 21:[-] am on September [-], [-].

……

PS: Do a small survey, the author is going to double open, does anyone support it, leave a paw.

Chapter 352

On the school bench, Zhang Jue hugged Yang Xue, and the two of them listened to the music behind them.