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If you were a woman of the south of the river, I would be the one you missed under your arm; if you were the boy who fled from school, I would be the new marble that fell from your bag, and I would watch you go away without knowing it; if you were a monk with a face to the wall, I would be the incense in front of the temple, burning and accompanying you for a quiet time.

As a result, when they met in this life, they always felt that some of their former paths had not been fulfilled, yet they were still in a trance, unable to be carefully distinguished and could not be described to you one by one. If I have to separate, I should also say goodbye properly. I should also keep in mind my thanks for the memory that you gave me.

If it is so, if you must know. If you still must know, then go back slowly and look carefully. On that young night, there was something, something, that struck our delicate and sensitive hearts. How clear the moon had been that young night, clear and clean as water. I always wanted to walk that beautiful path with you.

There is a gentle wind, there are white clouds, there is you beside me, listening to my happy and grateful heart. My request was actually very small, as long as there was such a summer day, as long as I walked through it, like that once. And to me, day after day and night, but only some unexpected arrangements, and so many trivial mistakes, we slowly separated, let me tonight, finally understand. All the sadness has been turned into ashes. I can't walk with you on that path in the world. Whether I'm going to cry or smile goodbye to you, life is a sad show, and when the lights come on, I have to sing the hardest act of all.

Zhang Song left the place he thought he would protect for the rest of his life.

The sun was setting, sweeping across the city's red, unadorned roofs, casting long shadows on the old flagstones, making the strollers feel as if they were passing through medieval time and space.

"What should we do? There are still three days until the deadline. We have to think of something."

"Only three days left?" Zhang Jun was deep in thought.

"Three days later, if Zhang Song still hasn't appeared, then no one can stop the fate of being expelled, what should we do?" Su Xiang had a face full of worry. He had been a soldier for many years, but in front of his good friend, he did not pretend at all. He would smile whenever he was happy and cry whenever he felt sad.

"Can't wait any longer. We still have three days. We'll wait and see." Zhang Fei was also a little worried, but he did not reveal it like Su Xiang, Bao Hanyong and the others did. He remained as calm and collected as Zhang Jun, but everyone did not know that at that moment, his heart was the same as everyone else, anxious and uneasy.

"No, no matter what, I can't let the school expel Zhang Song. As long as it can prevent Zhang Song from being expelled, I don't mind having a few ghosts in my hands." Zhou Xinmin's eyes were ice-cold, his expression definite.

"Count me in." Su Xiang said.

"Count me in too." Following after Su Xiang, Bao Hanyong continued.

"And me." Zuo Zhixing said.

"Since we are all brothers, how can you leave me behind?" Zhang Han also joined everyone's decision.

A bloody battle plan was formed amidst everyone's agreement. After this, all they had to do was wait patiently.

Seeing everyone's gaze that seemed to spew fire at him, Zhang Jun smiled sweetly in his heart, but he did not reveal it. Instead, he shouted angrily at the crowd, "Have you all thought of the consequences of doing this? Let me tell you, if you do this, you will only harm him, and instead push him towards the edge of the cliff, becoming the target of public criticism. " I assure you, he will definitely appear in front of you within three days. If he does not appear, if the school dares to expel him, I will flatten this school to the ground. " Zhang Jun stared at the crowd, his eyes determined.

In a room under the same sky.

"He still hasn't come? Could it be that I did something wrong this time? I didn't think he loved her so much. "There are only three days left, looks like I have to step in." A young man in a white robe looked up at the stars in the sky and said something that others couldn't understand.

The night silently engulfed the land. Around ten in the evening, the train heading to North Anhui led the people there as they slowly left the boundaries of the ancient city's Anqing. In the middle of the night, what welcomed them was the ancient battlefield at Huai River.

Life is like a trip, on a train, no one knows the end. But in the middle of the process, there would be many people coming and going from the car to and from the car. Among these people, there were their family, friends and, of course, strangers. When you realize that one of them might mean a lot to you, perhaps he's already in the other car, and when you get up and stagger to the middle of the two cars and try to sit next to him, you realize that he's already there.

Sitting on the slow train, Zhang Song was completely awake. His neck, which had been looking out of the window for a long time, was now stiff. He retrieved his gaze from the carriage and casually sized up the few people seated in front of him. All of the unfamiliar faces did not make him stop his gaze, after sizing up the few people in front of him, Zhang Song's gaze shifted to the two people seated beside him.

After his gaze landed on the two people by his side, Zhang Song's gaze never left them again. The person sitting next to him was very familiar, but he could not recall anything about him. However, he could feel that they had met before, and he must have seen this person before.

The young man sitting beside Zhang Song had short hair, but he was different from the others. His hair was slightly curly, and from the looks of it, it was not specially made for the day after tomorrow. This man's skin was a little dark compared to Zhang Song's. He was shorter than Zhang Song and was about 1.65 meters.

Although it was already late in the night, he still hadn't fallen asleep like Zhang Song. When Zhang Song threw him a doubtful glance, he merely smiled at Zhang Song, but did not say a word.

Although Zhang Song did not laugh, he still nodded politely towards him, and then asked: "Have we met before?"

The man nodded his head and helped Zhang Song out from his confusion. Then he said to Zhang Song indifferently: "Actually, I noticed you when I first got on the car. Your back gave me a familiar feeling, it's just that you were staring out the window in a daze, I never saw your face, so I'm not sure."

Zhang Song continued to ask: "What is your name?"

The person gave a mysterious smile, and replied in a calm and simple manner: "Tan Bin."

"Tan Bin?" Zhang Song muttered softly. At the moment, he was flipping through the memories in his mind, trying to find a face that matched the name Tan Bin.

Seeing Zhang Song thinking this, Tan Bin knew that Zhang Song might not be able to remember him, so he reminded him: "Do you remember the time when your cousin Zhang Jian was beaten up, the youth that informed you?" Saying that, Tan Bin stared at Zhang Song.

"He … It's you, you're that young man. No wonder I felt that you were so familiar. I vaguely remember you, but since that time, I didn't meet you again. I almost couldn't recognize you. I'm really sorry." Zhang Song was clearly a little sorry towards Tan Bin.

"Nothing, it's been so long since I last saw you. If it was anyone else, I would have almost forgotten about it. Just like before, I'm not sure if it was you." By the way, where are you going on this late train? " Tan Bin asked.

The same train, the same carriage, two seats side by side, coincidentally meeting two people they had met before, it seemed to be fate. Indeed, sometimes we have to marvel at the magic of fate, which, though we cannot touch it, is real enough to bring people together in two different places, to let two like-minded people meet and know each other. At the moment, what Zhang Song and Tan Bin did not know was that just because they met each other on the train today, they would become close friends and good brothers in the future. Of course, that was something that would happen in the future.

Hearing Tan Bin's question, Zhang Song said casually, "I am going to report for work."

"Report?" It's already been a month since the start of school, why would they only report it now? " Tan Bin was a little doubtful as he stared at Zhang Song in disbelief.

Zhang Song laughed miserably, then said: "What, is it too late to report now?" He changed the topic, because if Zhang Song thought about it, his heart would ache, and he would be sad.

Zhang Song had also successfully changed the topic. Tan Bin, who was at the side, slightly shrugged his shoulders and said in embarrassment: "About this, I'm really not too clear about it, because I've never heard of anyone reporting in at school after such a long time. Today, you're the first one."

"What about you? "It's reasonable to say that the school should be having lessons right now, so why did you get on the train?" Seeing that Tan Bin could not get the answer, Zhang Song decided to give up and changed the topic.

Tan Bin smacked his lips and said a little helplessly: "Isn't the school making some sort of grant money? I went home to apply. I rushed back yesterday and still have to rush back to school today. I have to hand it over to the instructor tomorrow morning."

After Tan Bin finished speaking, Zhang Song and Tan Bin no longer had any topic to talk about, the two of them suddenly became quiet for a moment.

The silent Tan Bin seemed to have thought of something, as she turned to look at Zhang Song, and asked: "Zhang Song, you just said you were going to register at a school, which university are you studying in?"

Zhang Song looked back at Tan Bin, and indifferently answered: "North Anhui University."

Although his voice was soft, Tan Bin still heard it. He was shocked, but immediately after, a smile appeared on his face. He laughed and said, "Hehe, I really did not expect that we were actually alumni. I'm at North Anhui University Academy of Fine Arts, and you, which school are you in?" Tan Bin asked a little impatiently.

Seeing Tan Bin's anxious look, Zhang Song felt a little helpless towards his personality, but he still answered Tan Bin's question: "En, I think it should be the computer academy."

"Oh, what a coincidence. The Computer Academy is very close to our Academy of Fine Arts and the Music Academy. When we arrive, you can come and play with me whenever you're free." Tan Bin said excitedly.

"Of course, of course." Although Zhang Song expressed his affirmation, there was still a slight perfunctory intent behind it.

After that, Zhang Song and Tan Bin started to casually chat about interesting and boring topics, and spent the long and hard night. Just as the male chickens were crowing, and as the train entered the train's final stop, those who were sleeping soundly woke up, and without bothering to wash up, they picked up their luggage and rushed out of the train. Zhang Song and Tan Bin got off the train with the others, and under Tan Bin's lead, they got into a taxi that was about to enter their ideal university, heading towards their North Anhui University.