Campus Alliance-Never Fall North Star

Xiang Haichen half-lay in his arms, stroking his face, quietly looking at his current appearance, and then touched his hair, and asked distressedly: "What's wrong with your hair?"

"It's a little gray, isn't it?" Lu Xuan also touched his hair, smiled and said, "I thought about you and looked for you, so it slowly became like this! But fortunately, God treats me well, and you're back again!"

Xiang Haichen moved his body and held Lu Yan in his arms: "Brother, I'm sorry."

"Because I'm stubborn, I like to save face, and I like to say the opposite. I always tell you to get lost. I feel like I've missed a lot. I'm sorry. But I don't regret it. I don't regret meeting you, I don't regret saving that child. Even if I have to do it all over again, I will still make the same choice."

At night, Han Fengyang knelt at the door, huddled into a small ball in the shadow of the corridor.

When Lu Yan opened the door, he saw him wiping his face with his hand, sobbing from between his fingers. This child is still the same child as before!

Over the years, he always said "I didn't think highly of Brother Haichen", which was like a thorn in his heart.

"Get up." Lu Yan squatted down and patted his back. "If he knew you were like this, he would call you stupid."

Han Fengyang raised his head suddenly, his eyes red like a rabbit: "Captain Lu, if I had tried harder back then..."

"It doesn't matter what happened in the past." Lu Yan interrupted him, his voice was very deep, "His return is better than anything else."

Han Fengyang bit his lip and kowtowed three times, his forehead hitting the floor with a "dong dong" sound.

When he stood up, he wiped his face and smiled, but tears were streaming down his eyes: "I'm going to buy Brother Haichen the candy cakes he used to love. He will definitely love them when he wakes up."

Watching his back running away, Lu Yan sighed. Some debts can only be repaid on the day they meet again. Just like himself, he owed Xiang Haichen seven years of stability, which he had to make up for little by little in the rest of his life.

Before leaving the hospital, a uniformed man came to question him, his tone was scrutinizing: "Comrade Xiang Haichen, regarding the mission report seven years ago, there are some details that need you to verify..."

Xiang Haichen's face turned pale instantly, and his hands clutching the quilt trembled slightly.

He looked at Lu Yan, the panic in his eyes like a lost child.

Lu Yan took a step forward and stood in front of him calmly, his eyes as cold as ice: "He just woke up, the doctor said he can't be stimulated. If you have anything, ask me."

"Can……"

"No buts." Lu Yan's voice was filled with unquestionable pressure. "He is my lover. His business is my business. Wasn't the previous report complete enough? Do you need me to ask for instructions again?"

The man was intimidated by his aura, opened his mouth, but finally retreated.

Xiang Haichen grabbed the corner of his clothes, his fingertips turning white: "Was there someone behind my accident?"

Lu Yan turned around and hugged him, patting his back gently with his palm, as if comforting a frightened kitten: "Don't worry about these, it's all in the past! Those people and those things are all in the past..."

He lowered his head and placed a kiss on the top of his head. "If anyone dares to say anything bad about you, I will tear his mouth apart!"

Xiang Haichen buried himself in his arms and said sullenly, "But I don't remember anything..."

"It doesn't matter whether you remember or not." Lu Xun tightened his arms and hugged him tighter, "It's okay if I remember. I will remember everything for you and remember how good you are."

The car drove very slowly on the return trip.

Xiang Haichen leaned on the passenger seat, holding a new mobile phone in his hand. The screen was on, and Lu Yan's number was saved under the note "Sun" - he entered it himself and said "it sounds warm."

"Take a nap if you're tired." Lu Yan turned down the air conditioner, took off his coat and covered his legs with it, "I'll call you when we get there."

Xiang Haichen shook his head and looked at the shadows of the trees passing by the window: "I want to watch."

He turned his head, his eyes sparkling, "I always felt I couldn't go far before, but now that you're here, it seems like I can go to the horizon."

Lu Xuan tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his Adam's apple rolling: "Well, let's go home first, there are people waiting for you at home. You will definitely be very happy when you see them!"

Xiang Haichen smiled, the tears in the corners of his eyes were blown away by the wind: "Okay."

The sunlight outside the car window was just right, falling on the two people's clasped hands.

The cell phone felt slightly warm in Xiang Haichen's palm, like a small sun, reflecting the long road ahead without any more haze.

Lu Xuan knew that in the days to come, he would have to hold this hand and slowly make up for the road that he had not completed seven years ago, step by step.

Just like Xiang Haichen said, live facing the sun.

This time, he will be the light, illuminating all the unfinished time.

The hyacinth petals were swept into a small pile, lavender and white, mixed with the morning dew, leaving tiny wet marks on the bluestone slabs.

Shen Jiaqi paused holding the broom, and his fingertips rubbed the edge of the petals.

A leaf fell from the magnolia tree in the backyard, swirling around and floating to her feet. Through the French window, she could see Ren Qifeng bending over to clean the bar, the sun shining on his head. He made coffee in the same way, with a slight twist of his wrist, and the milk foam was dense.

"Please..."

The voice behind him was very light, with a bit of hoarseness from the journey, but it was like a fine needle that pierced Shen Jiaqi's eardrum unexpectedly.

The broom in her hand fell to the ground with a clang, scaring away the sparrows under the eaves.

This voice... She turned her back to the person who came, her fingertips digging into her palms tightly, leaving four red marks from her nails.

During these seven years, she always heard hallucinations while sweeping the flowers. Sometimes it was Haichen calling her "Qiqi", and sometimes he laughed at her for being "so slow in sweeping the flowers". Every time she looked back, there was only an empty backyard and...

"We're back!"

The second cry was filled with tears, and the ending sound was trembling, just like the tone of Xiang Haichen hiding in the closet when she was a child, calling her name aggrievedly. Shen Jiaqi's shoulders shook violently, and tears welled up without warning, blurring Ren Qifeng's shadow in the glass window.

The footsteps were light, with a bit of limpness, and stopped behind her.

The next second, warm breath brushed across her neck, and someone gently leaned his head on her shoulder. Clothes rubbed against her back, bringing with them the smell of hospital disinfectant and sunshine.

"Don't be afraid, this time, I'm really back!"

The voice was as low as a whisper, but it hit my heart hard.

Shen Jiaqi turned around suddenly and bumped into a pair of familiar eyes - still the same, with the tails of his eyes slightly upturned, and they would bend into crescents when he smiled, but this time they were very red, and the dark circles under his eyes could not be covered.

"Yangyang..." She raised her hand, her fingertips suspended in front of his cheek, shaking violently.

Xiang Haichen looked at her hand hanging in the air and suddenly smiled, but tears slid down his eyes: "Why don't you touch me? Are you afraid that I'm fake?"

Finally, Shen Jiaqi's hand reached down and touched the curve of his cheekbone - sharper than before, but still the shape in her memory. She hugged him fiercely, with such force that it seemed as if she wanted to squeeze out the blankness of the past seven years. Her chin hit his shoulder, and her tears and snot all rubbed onto his white shirt.

"You've become darker... You've lost your appearance..." She choked, her fingers clutching his back, feeling the protrusion of his spine under his shirt, "Where have you been... We've been looking for you for seven years... Seven years... I'm afraid I can't wait any longer..."

Xiang Haichen felt pain from being hugged by her, but he was reluctant to break free.

He raised his hand and patted her back, his voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper: "I was wrong... I made you wait for a long time..." He lowered his head and saw the white hair at her temples, his eyes suddenly reddened, "Don't cry... Don't cry..."

"I'm waiting for you!" Shen Jiaqi hit him, but didn't use much force, and his tears fell even harder. Shen Jiaqi rubbed his head on his chest, and wiped all the tears and snot on his body.

She said in a muffled voice: "It's good that you're back! It's good that you're back!"

The longing flowed out from each other's tears.

The wind chimes in the store suddenly rang, and the clear sound spread across the colorful hyacinths in the backyard.

Shen Jiaqi looked up and saw Lu Yan standing at the door, leaning against the door frame and smiling, tears filling the fine lines at the corners of his eyes. Ren Qifeng stood beside him, the coffee cup in his hand tilted, and the brown liquid splashed on the bar, but he was unaware of it, just looking at them, his lips moving, but he didn't say anything.

We are born ordinary, but because of each other's existence, we live brighter than the stars.

The wind chimes are still ringing, and the scent of hyacinths is overflowing the threshold, as if telling passers-by:

There are people here who have waited for the wind, the flowers, and the years, and finally they have waited for the person they were waiting for.

The story continues, in the aroma of coffee, in old photos, and in every ordinary sunrise and sunset.