"No wonder you don't want to pay for medical expenses. It turns out that I am counting on others to promise you!"

Hupok teased.

Li Yan was anxious: "Don't talk nonsense, I've given me the medical expenses long ago!"

"Oh!" Hu Yang spread his hands, "Since you have cleared the two, it means you have been eliminated."

"Damn... the dog's mouth can't spit out ivory. Wen Shen, forget it, I won't ask you, you are not as good as me."

Wen Liang's face is a little dark.

Huyang raised his hands, raised his head and chest, and put on a stance of mastery: "I can give you advice on love in our dormitory."

Li Yan waved his hand: "Let it go!"

"Look at your attitude. Are you the attitude you should have for advice? Do you know what Cheng Men Lixue is?"

"In ancient times, Chengmen Lixue was not ashamed to ask me. There is nothing wrong with me. What's wrong with me? I'm not afraid of asking. Is there anything wrong? I'll let you go quickly and I'll give you two more minutes."

Poplar’s ​​suggestions are very simple, and in summary, there are only five words: Let’s talk about them next semester.

His original words were: "The holiday is about to start, and it's too late for you to act now. After the summer vacation, if you still miss someone, it's not too late to chase him."

Li Yan didn't know where to start and happily adopted Poplar's suggestion.

At the end of July, just as the primary school semester was about to end, Zhu Keying released the new song "Broken String", which was as popular as ever. Even the poplar who was on campus often rang in his ears.

On the same afternoon, Huyang received a call from Tang Xuanyan.

When the ringtone rang, Hu Yang was watching a new TV series in the dormitory, while Wen Liang was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

He walked to the balcony with his cell phone and picked it up.

Tang Xuanyan said concisely: "Are you free in the evening? Let's have dinner together, Dumpling Garden, I'll treat you."

Hu Yang knew that Tang Xuanyan had successfully switched to the second campus in the past two days. I am afraid it will be difficult to see him again in the future. This meal is considered to have a breakup meal in advance.

Hu Yang thought that he, the old senior, was still very competent. Over the past year, he has given a lot of help from junior Tang, and it is reasonable to invite him to a meal before leaving.

However, when choosing the dumpling garden for a breakup, Junior Tang is also a little stingy.

Hu Yang tactfully did not mention Wen Liang, nor did he mention this matter in front of Wen Liang. After answering the phone, he went back to the dormitory and continued to watch the show without showing any abnormality.

...

Tang Xuanyan was packing her luggage.

She eventually transferred to the German department of the School of Foreign Languages ​​and will move to the second campus tomorrow.

Meng Qingqiu, Xiaowu and others knew about this very early. They had a breakup meal last night, but when they saw her ready, they still felt a little sad.

"Sister Xuanyan, you're leaving. Who will I ask for help me check in in the future!"

Xiao Wu wailed.

Meng Qingqiu glared at her: "This is what you are worried about, it's so unfaithful!"

Xiao Wu did not show any weakness and replied, "Aren't you the card that Sister Xuanyan also called for you, and you said to me?"

"At least I'm not as selfish as you."

"It means you are hypocritical!"

Tang Xuanyan shook her head gently. It was not a matter of one day or two that Meng Qingqiu and Xiaowu disliked each other. She had been accustomed to it for a long time.

She put the dried clothes into the dormitory and sat on the lower bunk and folded them meticulously. She stroked every wrinkle in a flat manner, put them in the trunk, and was neatly scribbled.

Generally speaking, the amount of clothes for girls is proportional to the size of their wardrobe. Even in the dormitory and storage space are extremely limited, girls wish they could stuff each cabinet with clothes, bags and shoes.

Tang Xuanyan is an exception.

She has very few clothes but many books.

Her storage cabinet is almost full of books. In addition to textbooks, she is more of the various novels and poetry collections she has bought over the past year.

Tang Xuanyan never throws away books, even if it is an exercise collection, she keeps it intact.

She stretched her waist, took a break, and then packed up her books.

Meng Qingqiu was amazed: "Look at these books, they are taller than me when stacked. No wonder Xuanyan can change majors, but we can only float by low altitude."

Tang Xuanyan smiled and said nothing, and classified the books. Some were taken to the second campus, and some were sent home...

One afternoon passed during the collection and picking up.

"call……"

She sat down and breathed a sigh of relief.

Most of the things were packed up, and there was still a last drawer left, and a locked drawer.

Of course she knew what was in the drawer. She hadn't opened it for a long time. If it weren't for this time, she might not have remembered it.

It's going to be dealt with after all.

Tang Xuanyan took the key and unscrewed the lock.

The drawer was filled with miscellaneous items, gifts and greeting cards she received every year on her birthday, an eraser she borrowed but did not return it on purpose, an old test paper with scribbled handwriting full of annotations and problem-solving ideas, a small mirror the size of a palm and a small bag of colorful headbands...

And at the bottom of this drawer, there is a collection of poems about the moon.

She rubbed the smooth moon-white cover of the collection of poems.

A light golden glow sprinkled from the blinds, shaking up the bright spots of stars.

Tang Xuanyan sat by the window and opened the poetry collection. It was a chapter written by a girl in tender language.

It is not her who appears on every page of her Psalm.

She looked over the last page calmly, and a ginkgo leaf made by her as a bookmark slipped down the page.

The ginkgo leaves that had been floating in the air for several years finally fell to the ground.

She bent down, picked it up, and put it back to the end of the poem.

At the end, someone wrote it in beautiful handwriting:

"You are my entire youth, and I am just a fallen leaf in your youth."

This is a sentence she wrote when she graduated from junior high school. At that time, she thought that she and him would not see each other again, so she was inspired, but unexpectedly, her words came true.

Tang Xuanyan's gaze moved away from the poetry collection and looked out the window. Jiangda Campus was shrouded in the midsummer sunshine, with the heat swelling, and a hazy fog.

She felt that she had a long dream, and now that the dream had woken up, she should embark on her own journey.

"I understand that leaves that leave trees belong to the world on the ground, withering..."

The singing pulled her back to reality.

She asked Xiaowu: "What song?"

Xiao Wu brushed his phone and said without raising his head: ""Broken String", Zhu Keying's new song, is quite nice."

Tang Xuanyan found this song, put on her headphones, and played a slightly sad melody with her piano and violin:

"The broken string, no matter how much you connect

I feel, you can't hear it

Your transformation is like a broken string

No matter how you answer the sound, it's wrong

I can tell what you have changed..."

Tang Xuanyan was stunned and was filled with lyrics with Zhu Keying's clear pronunciation in her ears, and every word seemed to be typing on her heart.

She was silent for a long time, then picked up the pen and added a line of small words to the end of the poem.

She closed the poetry collection and called Huyang: "Are you free in the evening? Let's have dinner together, dumpling garden, I'll treat you."

...

When Poplar Hulu arrived at the dumpling garden, Tang Xuanyan had been waiting for a while.

"Congratulations, I've successfully transferred to the outer courtyard."

Huyang sat down opposite her and greeted casually.

"When will I move to bed?"

“Tomorrow morning.”

"Then I'll help tomorrow morning."

Tang Xuanyan said politely: "No need, there is not much."

Hu Yang smiled and said, "I sent you to the dormitory when I entered the school. Now I am leaving, so of course I should send you away, there is a beginning and an end."

After hearing what he said, Tang Xuanyan stopped insisting and nodded.

Huyang hesitated for a moment and said tactfully: "Wen Liang has nothing to do tomorrow--"

"Don't take him." Tang Xuanyan interrupted.
To be continued...