Campus Alliance-Never Fall North Star

Until the next morning, the sun slowly rose, and the golden sunlight sprinkled on the snow, reflecting a dazzling light.

At this moment, Han Fengyang seemed to come to his senses suddenly. He used all his strength to slowly prop up his body and stood up.

However, due to kneeling for too long, Han Fengyang's physical strength had already been exhausted.

His legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. He stood up and took a few steps before he fell powerlessly into the snow like a puppet without support.

Han Fengyang actually noticed a long time ago that there were a few people following him stealthily, but he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, if they wanted to know, they would find out by asking around.

Before he fainted, he subconsciously grabbed Ling Zili's sleeve and said with his last bit of strength, "Don't tell Brother Yu about kneeling down!"

When Han Fengyang woke up again in the hospital bed, two days had passed quietly.

He slowly opened his eyes, and his vision gradually became clear. The first thing that caught his eye was Ling Zili and others who were guarding the bed.

Han Fengyang stared at them, knowing in his heart that it was good for them to know some things, otherwise there would always be some knots in his heart that he couldn't untie.

His gaze slowly turned to the window, and he saw heavy snow falling as if there was no end.

There was a layer of sadness in his eyes that no one else could see through, just like the snow flying all over the sky, cold and heavy.

After a moment's silence, Han Fengyang finally spoke and told everything that had happened to him.

He recounted the thrilling disaster relief operation that year and how Xiang Haichen stepped forward without hesitation...

Ling Zili and the others listened quietly without interrupting Han Fengyang's narration.

When Han Fengyang finished speaking, Ling Zili couldn't help but sigh silently. He recalled the first time he met Han Fengyang, which was during the devil training week organized by Lu Yan.

At that time, Han Fengyang, under Lu Yan's strict training, showed extraordinary perseverance and courage. He charged forward fearlessly in the thorny jungle, as if he didn't care about the pain and fatigue in his body at all, just because of Lu Yan's words: "My soldiers must be the first to arrive!"

After winning first place, Han Fengyang's body, arms, and face were covered with fine wounds. Some of these wounds were still bleeding, while others had already formed scabs.

Although wild thorns are not very poisonous, they can still cause unbearable pain when scratched. Generally, people will treat their wounds as soon as possible after being injured to avoid infection or scarring.

However, Han Fengyang had no such idea at all.

He held the first place medal tightly, as if it was the most precious thing in his life. The medal gleamed brightly in the sun, forming a sharp contrast with the wounds on his body.

Han Fengyang held the medal and walked towards Lu Yan step by step.

His steps were a little unsteady, as if the injury affected his body balance, but his eyes were unusually firm.

When he walked in front of Lu Yan, he stopped, took a deep breath, and then said, "Brother Nan..."

As soon as he said this, Han Fengyang suddenly realized that he had called the wrong name, and he quickly changed his words: "Colonel, this is the first place you wanted!" His voice was a little hoarse, probably because of running and shouting in the wild for a long time.

Lu Yan stood there, looking at Han Fengyang expressionlessly.

He was tall and upright, and looked particularly majestic in his neat military uniform.

Facing the medal handed over by Han Fengyang, he did not reach out to take it, but just said lightly: "This is only the first place in the project, there are still several tasks to come, you... It's still too early!"

Han Fengyang did not show the slightest sign of discouragement after hearing what Lu Yan said.

On the contrary, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident smile.

He covered the wound on his body with his hands, as if he didn't want Lu Yan to see it, and then said: "I will try my best!"

Ling Zili, who was standing by, saw this scene and couldn't help but feel a little confused. He had never understood why Han Fengyang would listen to Lu Yan so much. In his impression, Han Fengyang was not someone who would easily give in to others.

Sometimes, he even felt that Han Fengyang did not tolerate his body at all when performing tasks, as if this body was not his own.

After listening to what Han Fengyang said today, he now knew his persistence and perseverance, so he didn't say anything more. Since he wanted to protect Colonel Lu, then he would protect him more from now on!

Before leaving, Lu Yan sat in the jeep, staring ahead, as if thinking about something.

He suddenly said, "As usual, let's go back to the old place before we go." His voice was calm and firm.

After receiving the order, Lin Zhouqi quickly responded, "Got it, I'll drive over right away!" His tone revealed an eager excitement. In fact, he had already prepared everything, and the car was parked not far away. He only needed to wait for Lu Yan's order, and he could set off immediately.

Along the way, Lin Zhouqi seemed extremely excited. He held the steering wheel tightly with both hands and adjusted the speed from time to time, as if he was full of expectations for the journey.

Even the other people sitting next to him noticed his abnormality. Tang Yu asked curiously: "Brother Lin, why do you go there every year? I feel like you are more excited than us!"

Lin Zhouqi was originally immersed in his own memories, but was suddenly brought back to reality by Tang Yu's question.

He paused for a moment, as if trying to calm his emotions, and then replied with a choked voice: "You will understand later!" Although this sentence is short, the emotion contained in it makes people curious.

……

The drizzle is like fine silk, and the mist is like smoke and fog, hazy and mysterious.

Whenever it rains, a thin mist always rises quietly, covering the whole world with a veil.

At the end of the path, deep in the alley, there is a bookstore that is like a treasure hidden in the world.

The bookstore in the rain seems not to belong to this real world. It perfectly combines literature and art with tranquility, and has become a must-visit place for literary young people when they go to Nanshi.

There are many rumors about this bookstore.

Some people say that the bookstore owner is a widow who opened this store to commemorate her lost love and friends. Others say that as long as you can find photos of the owner and her friends in the bookstore, you will find your own happiness.

There are even rumors that when couples go to the North Star Bookstore together, their relationship will become closer due to the magical effect of the magnetic field. Some even claim that the store owner has received enlightenment and inspiration from a high monk, and can bring hope and courage to those in trouble.

……

There is a story circulating in the forum, and no one knows whether it is true or not, but as time goes by, this store has gradually become a holy place in people's minds.

Many people passing by will go there specifically to pay their respects, and some even travel across provinces specifically to check in at the store.

When you step into this store, the first thing that catches your eye is the ten-meter-deep corridor. Both sides of the corridor are planted with hyacinths of various colors, which hang down from the branches on the wall, like a work of art from nature.

When the breeze blows, the hyacinths sway in the wind, as if nodding to you. From a distance, the white, pink and purple flowers interweave together to form a colorful sea of flowers, undulating like waves.

Walking in the corridor, petals will occasionally fall down, as light as snowflakes. However, you will not feel sorry, because these petals seem to have their own life and will, they will playfully fall on your body and hands, bringing you a surprise and pleasure.

People passing by are often attracted by the beautiful scenery and stop to appreciate it for a while.

On the roadside, there is often a long incense stick burning quietly, emitting a faint fragrance.

People on the roadside also made an exquisite shrine for this long incense stick, as if it were the patron saint of this place.

From time to time, some people passing by would worship in front of the shrine, expressing their long-cherished wishes that they had never told others. The moment they stayed would evoke endless longing and memories in their hearts!