Campus Alliance-Never Fall North Star

The wooden bed made a slight creaking sound when I turned over, and the moonlight filtered through the screen, casting mottled shadows of bamboo on the sheets.

Cheng Huan's fingertips brushed across the corner of the quilt. She couldn't sleep a bit, so she asked softly, "Qi Qi, do you still remember what you looked like when you first entered the school that year?" She turned sideways, and her nose met the scent of lemongrass shampoo emanating from the other person. "You said a lot, and I just kept looking at you and talking. I was wondering, how could there be such a dazzling and sunny girl..."

Shen Jiaqi buried his face in the pillow, his voice trembling: "Remember, Haichen is still here... He also said a lot..."

"Also, there's the look during military training, riding a horse is so handsome! I guess Ren Qifeng must have fallen in love at first sight, I'm so rooting for you guys... I pray... I wish I were you... Brave, awesome, if I were you, would the ending be different..."

"..."

Shen Jiaqi suddenly put his arms around Cheng Huan's waist, his fingertips touching the protruding shoulder blades under her nightgown, and couldn't help but say, "Huan Huan, you are too thin, you should eat more in the future!"

Silence spread beside the pillow, with only the tireless chirping of cicadas outside the window, just like the background sound when they stayed up late in the dormitory watching TV series many years ago.

The next morning, Cheng Huan took a taxi back home. Everyone started to get busy again, and it seemed that only she felt empty inside...

Ren Qifeng and Shen Jiaqi were busy building several houses on the vacant land. They planned to transform one of the houses into a cozy coffee house for everyone to relax and have fun. The other rooms would be claimed by everyone to create their own private space.

At the same time, Lu Nan was also busy.

He was looking for a suitable wedding venue for Ren Yanlei and his biological sister Lu Li. Since he was very familiar with the process in this regard, he was able to complete the task quickly and efficiently.

In contrast, Ren Yanlei and Lu Li seem to be relatively free. They often go out for walks, relax, or travel together to enjoy each other's company.

Di Leo presented the image of an entrepreneur, promoting his new products everywhere.

In front of others, he always behaves harmlessly and leaves a good impression. However, behind the scenes, he is a young apprentice hiding in the kitchen, learning cooking skills from Ren Qifeng.

Chu Ziqian seemed to have a special fate. No matter where he went, he would meet that familiar face - the young nurse Jiang Yuning. It was as if they were destined to meet each other every time they went out on a mission.

Situ Lin, who is even more obsessed with Chinese medicine research, seems to have devoted all her energy to this field. She is immersed in the exploration and research of various Chinese medicinal materials every day, and even the basic needs of life are neglected.

At the same time, other members of the Polaris team also have their own life trajectories.

They may be pursuing different dreams, or experiencing various challenges and difficulties, but everyone is working hard to move forward.

In this quiet room, the lily of the valley ornament above the crib swayed gently in the breeze, making crisp sounds.

The little daughter lay there quietly, her pink little hand, like tender lotus root, tightly wrapped around Chenghuan's index finger.

Cheng Huan stared at his daughter, and an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

She suddenly felt as if she had been forgotten by time. Everything around her was constantly changing and moving forward, but she seemed to be still standing there.

She looked at the light brown mole on her daughter's chest, which was in the exact same location as the mole on Song Chen's chest, and her throat suddenly felt sore.

Tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably, slid down her cheeks, and dripped onto her daughter's chubby little face. The sudden tears woke up the sleeping child, who blinked her big eyes and looked at Cheng Huan curiously, as if she didn't understand why her mother was crying.

The little guy burped, rubbed his eyes with his chubby hands, and hummed in a baby voice: "Mommy...it's hot..."

Cheng Huan was wiping the tears from the child's body with a wet wipe when he heard his grandmother's call from the kitchen.

The woman in the mirror had dark circles under her eyes and drops of water still hanging on her eyelashes.

She took a deep breath and pressed the corners of her eyes repeatedly with her fingertips: "Huanhuan wants to be a super mom!" But when her fingertips touched the folded death certificate in her pocket, the corners of her mouth that had just raised drooped again, and she finally made a decision in her heart.

In the afternoon, the child was sent back to his grandparents' house. Cheng Huan packed some delicious food and took it with him, as if he was going on an outing as usual. He made some exquisite snacks that both Song Chen and himself liked, and went to see Song Chen.

After going out, the sunlight shone on Cheng Huan and she walked into the flower shop.

The flower shop was filled with the fragrance of various flowers, and the colorful flowers competed for beauty. Cheng Huan walked among the flowers, and his eyes finally fell on a large bunch of sunflowers.

They are golden and brilliant, like the messengers of the sun, bringing endless warmth and hope to people. Cheng Huan chose this bunch of sunflowers without hesitation, hoping that it can add a touch of color to today's trip.

The weather today is really nice, with bright sunshine and a gentle breeze.

Cheng Huan walked out of the flower shop holding a sunflower, feeling particularly happy.

However, when she got into the taxi, her good mood was instantly broken by the traffic congestion.

"Beep! Beep! Beep..." The car horns sounded one after another, and the vehicles on the road seemed to be under a spell, unable to move.

The driver complained helplessly: "It's so congested at this point, it's like this every day..." While muttering, he honked the horn from time to time, as if this would make the road smoother.

Cheng Huan sat quietly in the back seat of the taxi, looking at the scene outside the window.

There was a long queue of vehicles on the road, and the drivers were anxiously waiting for the road to be cleared. The sound of horns and engines intertwined to form a noisy symphony. Cheng Huan shook her head impatiently, hoping to reach her destination as soon as possible.

The taxi's wipers swung rhythmically from side to side, leaving fan-shaped traces of fog on the windows.

Cheng Huan's gaze followed the movement of the wipers, but his thoughts gradually drifted away.

She suddenly remembered the first time Song Chen took her for a ride.

It was a summer evening, Song Chen sat in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel nervously. He turned the air conditioner to 16 degrees, trying to calm himself down, but his palms were full of sweat.

Cheng Huan sat in the passenger seat, looking at Song Chen's profile, and a sweet feeling surged in his heart.

Memories flooded into his mind like a tide, and Cheng Huan couldn't help but smile.

She took out her earphones and put them in her ears. The driver's chatter suddenly became distant. The music rang in her ears, and she closed her eyes, immersed in her own world.

She skillfully clicked on the song in the playlist that she had listened to the most recently. A light and melodious song slowly played in her headphones. She felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her heart and she relaxed. As the car started to sway, she sat in the back seat, relaxed and limp.

The fog on the car windows grew thicker, as if a veil was covering the entire world.

Cheng Huan stared at the layer of mist, his thoughts gradually drifting away.

She gently touched the car window with her fingertips, and there was a slight "hissing" sound as her fingertips passed over the glass. The mist slowly dissipated under her fingertips, revealing the coldness of the glass.

Cheng Huan's gaze fell on the names of those people. They were lined up side by side, shoulder to shoulder, like a group of close friends.

She looked at these names and a smile appeared on her lips.

However, this smile was quickly covered by tears in the corners of his eyes.

She looked at those names quietly, but tears kept rolling down her cheeks like beads that had broken off the string.

"Song Chen Cheng Huan"

"Shen Jia prays for the wind"

"To the sea dust land"

Cheng Huan sighed softly, and the sound was particularly clear in the silent carriage. She murmured to herself: "We couples, you have to be happy!" This sentence is both a blessing to those names and an expectation for herself.

When she spoke, Cheng Huan's expression was somewhat complicated. Her face showed traces of happiness, but also seemed to hide a hint of sadness. It was an indescribable emotion, like the mist outside the window, vague but real.

When the three words "Shen Jiaqi" were surrounded by love hearts, Cheng Huan felt a sharp pain in her palm. She looked down and found that it was the amulet that Shen Jiaqi had forced on her this morning.

The three words "Happy Every Year" were embroidered on the amulet.