Brother Xia's favorite

Even after a few years, Song Chen didn't want to think about how he suffered alone in the years when Xia Yifeng left home.Song Chen forcibly suppressed the urge to search for Xia Yifeng at the ends of the earth, only because of the line Xia Yifeng left crookedly on the letter paper: Song Chenchen, I handed over my home to you, you have to take good care of it for me.

Song Chen didn't dare to leave lightly anymore. Xia Jianguo and Yang Shuzhen were already distraught. Apart from shouldering the heavy responsibility of companionship and comfort, Song Chen also had to study hard in his grief. Xia Yifeng's expectations for him, Song Chen dare not forget , Song Chen didn't want to see a disappointed expression on Xia Yifeng's face when Xia Yifeng came back in high spirits one day.

What replaces Xia Yifeng's body at night is the music box of the Ferris wheel that Xia Yifeng left for Song Chen.Song Chen always hugged the music box tightly and listened to the music many times before he could barely fall asleep slowly. Before, he only thought that the tune was simple and quiet, but now he realized that it was actually a little sad and lonely.Song Chen's tears could only flow in the night, and in the dead of night, he hugged his knees and curled up into a ball, crying uncontrollably.

As for Xia Yifeng, apart from the phone calls from the bank card left to Song Chen one after another, he has no other contact.Song Chen went to the bank to check the remittance records, and he could only know that the city Xia Yifeng was in was a coastal special economic zone. Song Chen couldn't imagine how Xia Yifeng, who only had a high school diploma and had just grown up, struggled to survive in such a city.Song Chen thought of looking for Xia Yifeng in the past, but Xia Yifeng didn't send much money, and Xia Jianguo's illness was waiting to use the money. Song Chen didn't dare to act rashly, as every penny and cent is very important to this family.

Song Chen could only wait, waited for autumn, survived winter, ushered in spring, then faced summer, took the college entrance examination, and attended the graduation ceremony, Xia Yifeng still did not come back.Song Chen's longing is like an old cellar, getting deeper and richer.

Song Chen never saw Zhou Xiaoguo again until he graduated from school.Song Chen heard from Yang Shuzhen that Zhou Xiaoguo had already transferred to a school far away from home, just to avoid the rumors here.For Zhou Xiaoguo, Song Chen only had deep regrets and sighs. The once quiet and delicate little girl disappeared into the sea of ​​people without a sound.

Song Chen didn't dare to ask Zhou Xiaoguo how his life was. Instead of remembering some things, it was better to forget them completely. On the contrary, it was a kind of respect for the person concerned.Occasionally, Zhou Mao would sit downstairs in Xia Yifeng's house and lose his mind for a while, and was bumped into by Song Chen two or three times.Every time Zhou Mao simply asked Song Chen: "Have you heard anything about your brother?"

Song Chen lowered his eyes and shook his head. Xia Yifeng will always be a needle deeply buried in Song Chen's heart, and the slightest movement can cause heart-piercing pain.

Zhou Mao stood up and said flatly, "Your brother is also doing it for your own good."

Song Chen didn't know how to answer, if Xia Yifeng's departure was for himself, Song Chen would rather he never appeared in Xia Yifeng's life.The elder brother who always had a bright smile had already endured too much weight and hardship that he shouldn't have at his age. Song Chen only wished to exchange his life for Xia Yifeng's peace for the rest of his life.

Everything is changing, everything is moving forward, the past is only kept in memory, and what we are facing is always tomorrow.Zeng Huan has been away for a long time, Song Chen has never heard a single word about Zeng Huan, and Fu Jie, who once caused a sensation, has gradually disappeared in people's topics. The past is like a dream Song Chen had, and the memory is deep In the end, there was no trace.Zhou Mao was like a different person, he lived reclusively, his face was stern, his body that was full of flesh before had become emaciated, so thin that Song Chen could barely recognize him.Song Chen has gotten used to the cold bed and the long lonely night, the music box has become a part of Song Chen's body, and he is closely dependent on Song Chen, just like Xia Yifeng back then.

The school asked Song Chen to give a speech at the graduation ceremony as an outstanding graduate. Song Chen didn't want to go to the playground without Xia Yifeng, and Song Chen didn't have the desire to talk.The homeroom teacher persuaded Song Chen with a smile: "Why don't you want to go? After taking a picture, I can hang it on the bulletin board for you, so that everyone can see it in the future."

Song Chen's heart was moved. If one day Xia Yifeng came back here, would he see his face for the first time, and then he would be reluctant to leave again.

Song Chen's speech was short but profound, starting from admission and ending with graduation.Song Chen stared down at the dark crowd below, his mood was calm and complicated, Song Chen felt for a moment that he seemed to see Xia Yifeng's figure in the vast crowd, Xia Yifeng still had that youthful face, grinning His mouth showed a mouthful of white teeth towards Song Chen.

"I have a lot of people to thank in this life." Song Chen's voice was clear and clean, "My family, my friends, my mentor and my classmates, it is because of your company that I can go so far."

Song Chen paused, then looked at the quiet crowd below and said without fear: "But I would like to thank two people in particular. These two people have extraordinary meaning to me. The first one is that I once The homeroom teacher, Fu Jie, Teacher Fu."

The crowd below suddenly became agitated, Song Chen raised his hand to press down, and then continued calmly and calmly: "Maybe many people think that he is wrong and that his crime is unforgivable, but for me, Teacher Fu is a good teacher. , is also a good friend, the person who made me face my heart. Mr. Fu has dedicated a lot to his students and his career, and he is a person worthy of my respect all my life. As for his choice of love, he is just loyal to his heart and himself If you want to say that the only fault of Teacher Fu is that he once missed someone, but this cannot conceal the credit for Teacher Fu's devotion to his duties and teaching. "

Meng Fei sat on pins and needles below, Song Chen's words pierced Meng Fei's heart like a knife, it's not that Meng Fei didn't feel guilty, but Meng Fei didn't have the courage to face the truth and admit the truth.Fu Jie shouldered everything and went on the road alone, leaving his favorite career and the person he loved deeply. Fu Jie's affection and fulfillment made Meng Fei feel ashamed all his life.

The school leaders below couldn't sit still any longer, someone had already gestured at Song Chen on the rostrum to tell Song Chen to stop immediately.Song Chen took a deep breath, picked up the microphone before the school cut off the power and said loudly and firmly: "And this second person is the one who gave me the light of life. Without him, there would be no Song Chen today, let alone There will be a glorious future for Song Chen. Xia Yifeng! Thank you!"

As Song Chen's voice fell, the noisy sound finally calmed down.The school officials pulled out the plug in a hurry, and the students below had already exploded.No one would have thought that Song Chen would be able to stand on the rostrum and openly express his gratitude to a foreigner in the eyes of everyone and a poor student who did not get into college. Song Chen's once well-behaved and sensible image was destroyed in an instant, but Song Chen had no regrets .Song Chen stared at the far east without moving, with tears welling up in his eyes, Song Chen thought, one day, Xia Yifeng and Fu Jie would be able to hear what he said here today.

What Song Chen didn't see was the smile on the face of the tall man standing behind the banyan tree outside the school gate.The man's face has faded from the youthfulness and stubbornness of the past, and there is a trace of vicissitudes and fatigue in the corners of his eyes.But the man's gaze was soft and peaceful, standing there straight, in a place where Song Chen couldn't easily detect, staring deeply at the person standing on the rostrum.It wasn't until the crowd dispersed and the campus became calm again that Song Chen, who was riding a bicycle, flew past the man's eyes, and the man lowered his head, took a step and disappeared on the horizon again.