Fu Sinian couldn't understand what they were saying, so he could only lower his head and eat hard. After finishing the meal, he packed up his food and put it in the trash can, and then went to the bathroom to wash his hands. After coming out, Yangyang and the others had not come out yet. Fu Sinian was embarrassed to knock on the door, so he could only sit on a chair and wait blankly.

Fortunately, Yangyang came out soon. Fu Sinian walked into the room, carried his backpack, picked up his cell phone, and walked out with Yangyang's hand.

Because she was afraid that there were many people during the Spring Festival, Fu Sinian had already bought a return ticket when she came. This is why Yangyang urged Fu Sinian to get up.

Yangyang waved to stop the taxi, got on the bus, and went to the station, neither of them said a word.

Walking into the bright waiting hall, there was a ticket gate in front of it, and Fu Sinian stopped.

"Yangyang, I'm leaving." Fu Sinian seemed to be trying to muster up the courage, and his face turned red when he spoke.

Yangyang pursed his lips but did not smile. Lala Fu Sinian's open windbreaker, "It's cold outside."

At this time, silence is better than sound.

Fu Si gently kissed Yangyang's lips, and when he loosened, he was already in tears.

"Yangyang, I don't want to leave." Fu Sinian whispered, his voice so low that he was afraid that he could hear it.

Yangyang still heard it, and she smiled, "Sinian, I'll go see you."

Fu Sinian shook his head, and it was a long journey, with trains and cars, making people dizzy. He couldn't bear to work so hard.

"Yangyang, have you read Xu Zhimo's "Farewell to Cambridge"?" Fu Sinian remembered a night many years ago when he read Xu Zhimo's "Farewell to Cambridge". The faint longing now he wants to be a water plant growing in the East Lake of Wuhan, accompanying Yangyang.

"No."

Fu Sinian slowly recited this poem that he could not forget for many years in a low voice.

"Yangyang, I am willing to be a water plant and hide in the East Lake in Wuhan." Fu Sinian said affectionately.

Yangyang smiled, "I just like you to coax me."

"Yangyang, wait for me under the cherry blossom tree."

Yangyang nodded, "Let's go, it's too late."

Fu Sinian looked at his cell phone and pushed him. Fu Sinian lifted his foot and left, passed the ticket gate, stopped at the corner, turned around, waved his hand and smiled at him, he nodded, and rushed onto the train in one breath.

The train was galloping, and the scenery outside the window flashed by. The train was facing south and the heart was facing north. Fu Sinian sat numbly in his seat. His heart had been left in Wuhan, in the cottage with the fragrance of osmanthus.

A high-legged wine glass and cheap red wine, Fu Sinian felt the sweetness of red wine for the first time. That night, he was like a water snake, wandering in a river filled with red wine. This river is called love, and above love is the beautiful and sacred Goddess Peak.

The young and beautiful water snake, with a shyness that was so drunk, was tightly wrapped around his body. He was like an open Pandora's box, full of energy. His happiest thing was to hear the moans and panting with blushing faces. He wanted to be a superman, or a clockwork machine, or even a wooden ox and flowing horse that did not need any energy to be added, as long as she felt happiness and satisfaction.

The happiness I could give her was actually in the bed. Fu Sinian felt a little sad. After leaving the bed, what he did would always make her feel sad and melancholy.

I like love with a little sadness. Fu Sinian remembers Yangyang's words, tears instantly blurred his vision, and the window was hazy.

I know you like romance. Fu Sinian smiled. A woman created romance for a man, and her love for him was already deeply rooted in her heart.

After shed tears, she laughed again, and after she laughed again, I don’t know how long it took, but Fu Sinian walked out of her sentimentality, and the train stopped at a station, Changsha Station.

It should be halfway through Changsha. The first time I took the high-speed train, when I left Wuhan, Fu Sinian took an ordinary train.

The high-speed rail is much faster. Fu Sinian thought that people are always shortened by these fast means of transportation.

Alas, what is life worth thinking about? Everything is destined. Fu Sinian smiled bitterly. Recalling the phoenix since June last year, it was like a dream, really like a dream, beautiful and sad.

Am I pursuing this kind of love? Am I not pursuing this kind of life?

Fu Sinian thought blankly, on that long summer night, the rain hit the banana leaves, Fu Sinian held modern love poems, and the girl like lilac in "Rain Alley", holding an oil-paper umbrella, floated into Fu Sinian's dream, and he could never get out of this beautiful fantasy.

However, he met a girl dancing in the same lonely alley with a faint fragrance like lilac.

She was not sad or sad at all. Her smile drowned him in the lonely alley.

Why am I sad again? Fu Sinian heard the sound of the wheels hitting the rails, and the train had already left Changsha Station.

Fu Sinian wiped his eyes. The trees flashed past the window made him feel a little dizzy. He hurriedly withdrew his gaze that was placed outside the window.

Fu Sinian suddenly felt a little thirsty. He ate steamed buns and soy milk for breakfast. He had never drunk boiled water after getting up, and it felt a little dry.

The bag was a little heavy, and Fu Sinian didn't pay attention to the backpack until now, which was much bulging than when he first came.

Fu Sinian opened his backpack and found that it was stuffed with mineral water, bread sold in the bakery, and a blue gift bag containing a gift box. Fu Sinian opened it and saw a transparent sailing model inside.

There is also a transparent glass bottle, the size of a milk bottle containing fresh milk. There is a thin ribbon tied on the outside, and the inside is half a bottle of sand. On the sand are 6 lucky stars.

The sailing boat is for Haiqing. Fu Sinian knows, where is the glass bottle?

Fu Sinian took out the glass bottle, put it in his hand, and looked at it carefully.

"So beautiful." said a girl opposite.

Fu Sinian smiled and handed the glass bottle over. The girl took it over and kept rubbing it. "I also have one, which my boyfriend brought back to me when he went to Qingdao. It contained the sea sand of Qingdao. There was no lucky star on the bottle of sand. It was probably your girlfriend gave it to you." The girl said, "A good-handed girl."

She forgot that she was still a little girl, and Fu Sinian thought she was at most 18 years old. According to the name of a netizen from Shandong, she should call me uncle. Fu Sinian smiled in her heart.

The girl looked at it for a while and handed it back to Fu Sinian. Fu Sinian already knew that this gift was for him.

"My boyfriend said, this is wishing sand."

"Wishing sand?" Fu Sinian was shocked, "Yangyang, what wish did she make?"

"Brother, I guess right, you just separated, are you?"

Fu Sinian nodded.

"As soon as you get in the car, you're like a fool." The girl giggled.

Fu Sinian felt a little embarrassed. A man was actually read out of his mind by a little girl.

"I'm going to see my boyfriend, he works in Shenzhen." The girl is very talkative.

Fu Sinian could only listen carefully.
Chapter completed!