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Chapter 62 The Finale

When the spring of the next year came, Yuan Song's emotional loss disorder was completely cured.

The film company opened by Jiang Baizhou, Liu Ru and Huang Rui also officially opened, and they bought two floors in the most high-end office building in the city center as an office; the clothing brand company run by Yuan Song and Pei Ning is above them, and the two employees often go upstairs and downstairs Hanging around, discussing cooperation, replacing resources, and occasionally inquiring about gossip, the relationship is harmonious, like a family.

Although Jiang Baizhou and Yuan Song couldn't get the certificate, the wedding was already on the agenda, and the time was chosen last year when Yuan Song brought money into the team. It was a destined reunion after a long absence.

One day when the flowers bloomed in spring, Jiang Baizhou and Yuan Song suddenly skipped work for a day on a whim, and they drove for a stroll to the previous international middle school together.The school happened to be on a monthly holiday that day, and there were very few pedestrians on the empty campus. Occasionally, some classmates who recognized Jiang Baizhou would come to take a photo together.

Since he has quit the entertainment circle, everyone didn't overly watch, and most of them just smiled and said hello and ran away.The two walked hand in hand on the tree-lined path. The morning sun was sunny and warm on their bodies. They walked slowly from the high school where Jiang Baizhou was to the junior high school where Yuan Song was.

"Here, this is here! I've met you several times!" Yuan Song jumped onto the steps of the side door on the first floor of the junior high school, smiling so much that his eyes were crooked, he was obviously already 21 years old, but he nodded his feet excitedly on the spot He still looks like a middle school student with all emotions on his face.

The side door is the closest to the toilet, and this corner toilet is rarely visited on weekdays, Jiang Baizhou would go around a small corridor in the high school every time to go to the toilet here.

There is a silver-gray bead curtain hanging on the door. One time during class, Yuan Song went out to a small shop to buy things from here, but raised his hand and lifted the curtain, and Jiang Baizhou, who was coming to use the toilet, appeared in front of him. He walked in a hurry , almost bumped into Yuan Song, but fortunately, he reacted quickly, turned his feet immediately, and dexterously dodged with one side of his body. The movement was so fast that he didn't seem to stop, and of course he didn't notice Yuan Song.

Yuan Song was taken aback by the sudden encounter. What he felt was different from Jiang Baizhou, his eyes were full of slow motion.

The two almost collided, the tip of his nose brushed Jiang Baizhou's shoulder slightly, and he could still feel the warm body temperature and the faint fragrance of the clothes when he thought about it carefully.

It was such a short blind date, but Yuan Song felt excited again, his heart was like a balloon full of sweetness, and he was in a good mood all day long.

"Unfortunately, I also went to the high school later, so you will never go there again." Yuan Song jumped up from the steps and landed right next to Jiang Baizhou's feet. He put his arms around Jiang Baizhou's waist and shook his body to accuse him of being coquettish.A gust of warm wind blew, and her hair was soft and fluttering. As soon as she covered her eyes, she was pushed away by Jiang Baizhou's gentle palm.

"Because I changed classrooms, there is a corridor across from the newly built toilet." What Yuan Song said was true. Later, when the schoolwork became heavy, Jiang Baizhou didn't have the heart to travel so far to go to the toilet cleanly.

On the contrary, Yuan Song developed the habit of going to the bathroom there, and he didn't change it until he graduated from high school.

Every time he thought of the scene where a beaded curtain happened to meet his sweetheart, he felt so gentle and romantic.

"Also here, you saved a big magpie!"

It was winter one year, a magpie fell from a tree and was injured. During the class break, they passed by under the phoenix tree in the small square. Jiang Baizhou and his classmates, who were going to the laboratory building opposite, happened to see it. They carried the magpie to the infirmary to treat the wound. , and borrowed a ladder from the guard room to send the big magpie back to its nest.

There are also little magpies waiting to be fed in the nest, and the family of the little animals is equivalent to losing their food source.After that, Yuan Song often saw Jiang Baizhou and the others on the balcony of the classroom on the fifth floor, delivering food to the magpie family on the tree every now and then.

Yuan Song looked at Jiang Baizhou with joy and pride. The boy he liked, Sunshine, was handsome, gentle and kind. He had never heard of the smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was even more happy in his heart. At that time, just looking at a person would make him feel happy and beautiful.

There will be no substitute for those carefree days and the boy who had such an amazing time in this world.

"So, there was always an endless pile of bird food under the phoenix tree, and you gave it to me?" The two stood under the luxuriant phoenix tree, looking at the long-gone nest and reminiscing about the past.Although Jiang Baizhou was asking, his tone was very firm, and he couldn't help but tighten Yuan Song's hand.

It turned out that they met so early, Yuan Song has been squatting secretly in a place where he can't see, witnessing and recording the silhouette of his life, but helplessly turned the mime of the two into a soul-stirring one-man show.

He didn't need to ask to know why Yuan Song didn't come to him bravely.

If it wasn't for that person, maybe they would have been a perfect couple long ago.

In the world, the meaning of things is given by people.

When you see mountains are not mountains and water is not water because of the appearance of a certain person, it proves that it is not the clouds in the sky that are moving, but the heart is moving.

The youthful years that have passed away long ago, the campus daily life that I have not missed for a long time, every plant, every tree, every brick and every tile has a special meaning at this moment. They are silent, witnessing each other's most energetic and affectionate age, like a A trip through time and space, surrounded by scattered moments when two people meet each other but are not blind dated.

Scattered in the air, scattered in the memory, and finally all remain in the heart.

Before they knew it, they walked into the laboratory building together. Auntie Cleaning was mopping the floor. Looking at the photos of Jiang Baizhou after he became famous.

It was hung up by Yuan Song in his third year of high school. Every time he passed by here, he looked at Jiang Baizhou with sad eyes and couldn't be happy anymore.

He has become a well-known big star and is loved by thousands of people, but Yuan Song still can't forget his injury and darkness when he was cast aside.

There is one thing that he has always regretted, that is, he was not able to bravely go forward and hug Jiang Baizhou who needed comfort.

"I want to hug you!"

As long as he thinks of this, Yuan Song can't help but hug Jiang Baizhou hard, wishing to be his bones and backbone, so that he will no longer be sad and powerless because of the past, and they will be together forever.

"I also met you at the corner on the second floor, and accidentally stepped on your shoes."

It was summer, Yuan Song and the others temporarily transferred the computer class, and came here at the same time as Jiang Baizhou who was taking the experimental class.

It was obviously a long time ago, but he still vividly remembered it.

Jiang Baizhou held Yuan Song in his arms with one hand, domineering yet gentle, as if he had returned to the scene in a trance.In the photo, he smiled brightly and charmingly, and the person in his arms was beautiful and lovely. Everything was almost perfect, and his chest was no longer meaningless and angry.

The filth of the past dissipated slowly in the silence, as if it was just a dream, the nightmare dissipated, and the reality was happy and happy.