Most of the travelers on the platform were nostalgic and sad. Only the embrace of the other people in the dormitory could relieve their sadness.
…
Ye Dong didn't ask anyone to follow him. He stood on the same platform the next day with a bitter smile on his face. Yang Jing was crying so hard that her eyes were like peaches.
"Let me help you …"
Ye Dong didn't know what to say. The train whistle sounded twice, and the conductor at the door of the carriage shouted, reminding the passengers that the train was about to leave.
"No need."
Yang Jing, who had no more tears, had a premonition of their separation when she was discussing with her boyfriend about staying or leaving.
When Ye Dong applied to be a civil servant in Beijing, she closed the window of her last hope. In fact, she had been hesitating and struggling to make a choice between staying or leaving.
She also had the last hope that her boyfriend wouldn't give her the ultimatum. She hoped that he would be by her side when they went home together.
Unfortunately, the decisive Ye Dong didn't give her too much time. In the garden they often went to, he told her the road ahead.
I'm sorry, Yang Jing. I can't just throw away our relationship of many years. If you trust me, can you stay with me?
Maybe it won't be so fast, maybe everything won't be smooth sailing, but I have a man's heart, and I can bear the responsibility of loving you.
I'm sorry, Ye Dong. My parents are getting old in my hometown. We were the pillars of the family. I'm not like you, who are rooted and steady like a pine tree. I'm not like your parents, who cut off all means of retreat.
The black land is the nostalgia of the elderly, and also the place of my dreams. In this cold city full of concrete buildings, I can't smell the fragrance of rice, and I can't hear the chirping of autumn cicadas.
Maybe when we were young, we came together because of love. Because we have each other, we cherish each other. But reality makes people grow up, and then we know what separation is.
Maybe I will get married in a small town, and gradually grow old with my parents. But my youth, love, and first love are all dedicated to you, the person I love the most.
Yang Jing smiled. She was still the girl from Beijing at night. Her face, which made Ye Dong's heart beat faster, became blurry in front of him.
Men don't cry easily, but only when they are deeply hurt.
"You must take care of yourself …"
Without any words or tears, Yang Jing picked up her luggage and left Ye Dong alone. Goodbye, my love.
The mist twisted, blurring Yang Jing's silhouette as she got on the car. This burly man from the Northeast was crying like a child.
The sound of the whistle was a farewell song. It carried with it the feelings of bitterness and the experiences of a young man. Just like that, it left.
Ye Dong covered his eyes with his hands, trying to stop the tears from flowing, but it only brought more hopeless sobs …..
May all the lovers in the world have a little more luck … and a little less regret.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were the first to return. They wanted to inform their relatives and friends in their hometown and enjoy their long-lost family affection.
In this rare summer, she accompanied her parents to spend the last summer in China.
His grandparents gathered together to see him off before he left China for a country he had never known.
Qin Guan's mother seemed to be worried about him. She had never worried about him during the years he had been studying alone, but that holiday seemed to break out all at once.
Medicine, tools, cleaning products, clothes, kitchen utensils, local specialties … She bought everything she could find. She felt like a refugee camp in Somalia.
Qin Guan's mother had wanted to see him off in the capital. Even though Qin Guan was going back early, her parents were still worried about him.
Cong Nianwei's father, on the other hand, had almost resigned and gone to the United States to accompany her to study.
If Cong Nianwei's mother hadn't forcefully suppressed his idea, Cong Nianwei's father would have done it. He had even started to draft his resignation letter.
"Dad! I still have Qin Guan by my side. What are you worried about? "
"Hmph! I'm worried about Qin Guan. Who knows if my grandson will be one and a half years old by the time I return home?
The worries of the two families could not stop the days from passing by. The small house in the capital became the temporary residence of the two families. Everyone hurriedly checked their luggage and passports. After confirming that there were no mistakes, they prepared to go downstairs and leave.
"Qin Guan, why didn't you listen to me? Put on your clothes! I don't know if my luggage will be overweight, and if I will be fined a large sum of money. "
"Mom, you asked me to wear three sets of long johns in August. Are you my mother?" “
I heard that people abroad don't wear long johns. It's winter in New York, and it's not warm there. I wonder if there's heating in the residential area. What if you get a cold in your legs? "
Qin Guan ran away like a rat under his mother's nagging. Liu Xiaoyang, who was driving, didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The MPV had a lot of space in the back, so it was more than enough to send off the whole family.
"Thank you! You look good!"
Cong Nianwei's father praised Qin Guan as he got into the car. He touched his chin in satisfaction. My girl has such bad taste.
She only cares about his looks. I think he's a good driver. He's thin and has a good temper. At least he'll be able to beat him in the future.
Cong Nianwei didn't care about her father's affection for Liu Xiaoyang. If she knew, she would just sneer at him.
His family was reluctant to part with him at the airport security checkpoint. The unknown future was on the other side of the gate. Even a carefree boy like Qin Guan felt reluctant to part with them.
Liu Xiaoyang, who was the closest friend to Qin Guan, was so calm. He was not as crazy as he had been when he had seen Mu Lejiang off.
Qin Guan felt relieved. He had grown up after all. Parting was a necessary part of his life.
"Come on, let's hug each other. I'm leaving. Take care!"
Qin Guan opened his arms and smiled warmly at him.
"Woah … You guys are all gone, I'm the only one left here …"
Liu Xiaoyang, who was in a worse state than he had been at the train station, finally jumped out.
This child was crying on his back, not caring about the strange gazes of the people around him. He was howling unscrupulously. What would the other people in the dormitory who were still studying and working in Beijing think?
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