Campus Alliance-Never Fall North Star

As night fell, in order to celebrate Han Fengyang's birthday, Lu Yun personally went into the kitchen and prepared a table full of dishes.

Han Fengyang also called over a few good friends from the same period to celebrate his birthday together.

These young men had never seen the commander cooking in person, so they all looked very relaxed, and the expressions on their faces were no longer as serious as during training, but rather more kind.

They curiously leaned at the door, watching Lu Yan's busy back, chattering: "Wow, look at our colonel, he's handsome and he's so good at cooking!" Tang Yu said with a crazy look on his face.

Bu Shao looked at him and shook his head, saying, "What's the use of being handsome? If I had his skills, I would definitely beat you all to your knees and beg for mercy."

Lu Xun ignored the noise of the young people behind him. He cooked faster, smiled and shook his head, saying self-deprecatingly: "I am over 30 years old, I am not young anymore."

However, all these years of training were not in vain. Lu Yun’s cooking skills were so good that before long, seven or eight delicious dishes were placed on the table.

"Wow, sweet and sour pork! Braised beef! Pork rib soup! Scrambled eggs with tomatoes! All meaty!" Tang Yu was as excited as a monkey, jumping up and down and shouting, "They are all my favorites!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to stretch out his hand, wanting to steal a piece, but was stopped by Han Fengyang: "Wait a minute, the colonel hasn't come out yet!"

"Stingy!" Tang Yu shouted heartlessly.

Ling Zili, who was sitting next to him, saw Han Fengyang's face change, and quickly covered Tang Yu's mouth, saying, "Okay, okay, today is a good day, let's not think about anything else, let's eat first!"

"I don't know what you like to eat, so I just made something casually. Come sit down!" After cleaning up, Lu Yun specially cooked a big bowl of seafood noodles. The hot soup was topped with golden egg drops and plump prawns, and it was sprinkled with finely chopped green onions before serving. The aroma made several people drool.

He skipped out with the noodles in his hand and saw Han Fengyang with a stern face, seriously trying to stop others from eating secretly.

Lu Yun was amused. He knew clearly in his mind that all the delicious food on the table had not been eaten yet. It must be that Han Fengyang had intimidated these little monkeys, otherwise they would have devoured it all in a flash!

Lu Xuan casually patted Han Fengyang on the shoulder, put the noodles in front of him, put a fried egg in Han Fengyang's bowl, and then waved his hand and said, "Eat quickly, longevity noodles, they won't taste good if they get cold!"

Han Fengyang was a little dazed. He had never celebrated his birthday since he followed Lu Yan. This time was really - the first time.

In fact, he himself didn't want to celebrate his birthday. When he thought of the overwhelming disaster seven years ago, in which so many people lost their lives, so many families were torn apart, and so many people's whereabouts were unknown... he couldn't help but feel sad.

Every year at this time, he would think, if there hadn’t been that disaster, maybe his family would still be alive; if there hadn’t been that flood, Lu Yan would have been happier…

As I thought about it, tears flowed out like a flood.

Han Fengyang quickly wiped away his tears, calmed himself down, picked up the bowl and started eating the noodles in big mouthfuls, muttering: "Wow, it smells so good, this is the most delicious noodles I have ever eaten in my life!"

Those who knew Han Fengyang's past quickly changed the subject and teased him, "Little crybaby! You're still crying on your birthday! You're already a grown man!"

"Delicious food can't stop you from eating. Hurry up and eat!" Lu Yan chuckled and picked up some food for everyone. He watched them smile at each other. This scene seemed familiar, as if they had been there before.

He looked at these young men who were all under 20 years old, wolfing down the food. He suddenly recalled his past life. How could these seven years have passed so quickly?

Lu Yan glanced at Han Fengyang again, who was celebrating his birthday today, and saw that he was smiling contentedly. He couldn't help but feel relieved, just like an old father looking at his son.

son?

Yes, after all, this kid was the one he and Hai Chen risked their lives to save.

I really want to witness this scene with Xiang Haichen, it would be like my son has finally grown up.

Lu Yan quietly left the stage, leaving this world to them. When he reached the balcony, he slowly stopped, as if the whole world had stopped at this moment.

He stood there quietly, as silent as a sculpture in the night, with only the cigarette in his hand burning slightly, releasing wisps of light smoke.

He stared into the distance silently, his eyes empty and confused, as if he had lost his direction. Suddenly, as if he had made up his mind, he took a puff of cigarette, and the smoke rushed into his throat like a turbulent torrent, bringing a stinging and burning sensation.

However, he seemed not to feel the pain and continued to smoke heavily, one puff after another, as if only this could cover up the pain and sorrow in his heart.

Finally, when he took the last puff of his cigarette, tears burst out of his eyes like a flood.

It was silent crying, without any sound, only tears flowing freely down his cheeks.

His body was trembling slightly, as if he was trying hard to control his inner emotions, but he could not stop his tears, which rolled down one by one like pearls with a broken string.

At this moment, Lin Zhouqi quietly walked to his side like a ghost. He didn't say anything, but silently handed him a pack of cigarettes, and then whispered: "Brother, smoke less!"

Lu Yan turned his head and looked at Lin Zhouqi. His eyes were particularly bright in the dark night, flashing a lonely and fragile light. The light was like the stars in the night sky, faint but extremely clear.

"I miss you so much, Sun!" Lu Xun's voice was low and hoarse, as if suppressed by an invisible force.

There was no trace of sadness in his words, only deep longing and attachment.

……

After dinner, Han Fengyang and Ling Zili stood up in unison and began to clear the dishes on the table. Their movements were quick and neat, without any delay.

While cleaning up, Ling Zili suddenly sighed, and then whispered to Han Fengyang: "Tang Yu didn't mean it just now. You know how powerful his mouth is. But you have to take good care of yourself. Is your leg injured?"

Han Fengyang didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.

The origin of this injury is an open secret to them, but no one has been willing to lift the thin veil.

……

Every March, Han Fengyang would mysteriously disappear for two or three days.

No one knew where he had gone. When asked, he remained silent, leaving people puzzled. Every time he came back, Han Fengyang limped, as if he had been seriously injured and needed to rest for several days before he could slowly recover.

One year, Han Fengyang was unfortunately seriously injured while on a mission, but surprisingly, he ignored the doctor's advice and insisted on taking two or three days off.

Everyone came forward to persuade him to take good care of his illness, but Han Fengyang remained unmoved and insisted on leaving.

Helplessly, everyone could only watch him leave.

Out of concern for Han Fengyang, Ling Zili, Bu Shao and Tang Yu decided to follow him quietly to see what he was going to do.

They followed all the way and finally found Han Fengyang coming to a dam.

Han Fengyang knelt down slowly, as if he was frozen in place, unable to move.

That year, there happened to be a heavy snowfall that occurs once every four years.

White snowflakes fell from the sky and landed on Han Fengyang's body as lightly as feathers.

Before long, Han Fengyang's body was covered with a thick layer of snow. From a distance, he looked like a snowman, standing quietly beside the embankment.

For a whole day and night, Han Fengyang remained in that posture, without eating or drinking, as if he was isolated from the outside world.