Chapter 451 Ending (6)

"Where is Qiao Liang?"

As the words fell, someone pushed open the store door.

An Ting and others looked over at the same time and saw a golden shadow coming from the sunset.

“Hi~”

Qiao Liang is already a super lady with long hair that reaches her waist and is parted in the middle. She has dyed her hair blonde and her clothing style is still so casual. , spring sportswear + basketball shoes, carrying two bags of cat dolls.

Seeing this, everyone knew what she was doing.

The owner of the claw machine upstairs must have fainted on the floor from crying.

An Ting smiled slightly and said: "Good afternoon, wild cat."

"Oh~"

While responding, Qiao Liang noticed Xiao An Song, and quickly threw the cat doll at her. The little girl couldn't stop laughing. She likes cats and dogs.

“Sister Qiao Liang.”

Hmm.

I have to talk about Qiao Liang’s current situation.

She is unemployed and still studying.

Currently studying as a graduate student at a university in City B.

Things in the world are unpredictable. Song Yuxun, the most idiotic, becomes the teacher, while Qiao Liang, the most restless, continues his studies.

When everyone gathered together, they naturally talked about what was about to happen.

Time Tips.

Bao Weiwei looked forward to it: "It'll be tomorrow..."

"Well, it's been ten years in the blink of an eye." Gao Fei was deeply touched. He didn't expect that he was in junior high school. That careless self has now married and started a business.

Then.

Zhu Jiajun mentioned: "I wonder if Song Ci will come back?"

Upon hearing this name, everyone looked nostalgic.

Since studying abroad, Song Ci did not come back for more than two years. On the one hand, he was busy with his studies, and on the other hand, he probably gave himself some time to relax.

Song Ci’s goal is to be a top scientific researcher.

On the one hand, he is pursuing his life goals, and on the other hand, he is competing with Qiao Liang for Anting.

That person is already tired of this kind of pulling, and while staying away, he tries to let go.

It’s half past eight in the evening.

Anting asked Bao Weiwei to send Xiao Ansong back to the town, while he sent Qiao Liang back to Guihua Community.

Guihua Community isQiao Liang's family bought a house on the old Osmanthus Road. Although Anting failed to stop the demolition, the osmanthus tree remained.

There is no arcade style anymore, but there is still a faint scent of osmanthus.

Qiao Liang was as restless as ever, originally just holding hands, he suddenly jumped behind Anting.

　“You are obviously older than me, but you are like a child who will never grow up.”

　“It’s not okay, I hope you can too. You will always be young." Qiao Liang chuckled, smiled, looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree not far away, and said nostalgically: "I miss my cat a little bit."

"Ah, since you recovered from your illness Then, the cat disappeared."

Sometimes, when I look back, I wonder if the female cat named "An Ting" was Anting in her previous life.

The scene in those cat pupils should not be the same as the big screen that the middle-aged man in the movie theater is staring at.

Just when Qiao Liang was puzzled, his bright eyes wandered and he noticed the convenience store in the community. He simply gave up thinking and said, "An Ting, do you want to eat a Wuyang cone?"

“Didn’t you just have dinner?”

“It’s different, I’m the cutest omnivore on earth!”

“Yes. Yes, taro flavor, right?”

“Yeah.”

There was only one taro-flavored Wuyang cone left in the convenience store, and Anting didn’t want to eat anything else. Because of the taste, he didn’t buy his own; Qiao Liang said with a smile: “Then let’s eat one.” An ice cream is a small thing.

Then.

Two people were sitting on a bench in the community.

Qiao Liang licked the cone on his hand and said, "Will Song Ci come back?"

An Ting shook his head and said, "She said not necessarily..."

　“She said not sure every time in the past two years, but never came back.”

　“Well, she is a very stubborn person.”

Speaking of this, Anting couldn’t help but look at the night sky, feeling a little lonely.

With his ability, it would be easy for him to go abroad to meet Song Ci, but he didn't do it. He always felt that he didn't know how to face her.

Just when Anting fell into a trance, his lips were blocked.

Kiss deeply for a moment.

Qiao Liang smiled as carelessly as ever, but there was something hidden in his eyes.With the thought that I know everything, she stroked her golden hair and said softly: "An Ting, I know you are different from others... I love you, I love you more than anyone else, even if the opponent is Song Ci, I support you You do anything.”

In this world, I know you better than anyone else, you have two souls.

In this world, I love you more than anyone else, both souls.

　"Well..."

　……

The next day.

　Three thirty in the afternoon.

The sun is no longer fierce and gradually becomes warmer.

The junior high school campus in the town is full of people, and today is the day to dig out time treasures.

Although it was nominally a treasure trove of time, it was actually dug out a year after it was buried and placed in a storage room.

Time tips are taken out from the storage room, rather than actually dug out.

An Ting, Gao Fei, Bao Weiwei, Zhu Jiajun and Qiao Liang made an appointment to come back together.

Due to Anting’s special status, it still caused a huge commotion as soon as he entered the door. He was helpless. Fortunately, they were all his junior high school classmates, all of whom were adults around 25 years old. More sensible.

Everyone accepted it as soon as they were happy, took photos, asked for autographs, and left with satisfaction.

An Ting and others also saw many acquaintances, such as the junior high school teacher Li, who were all bald.

Li Qi and Zeng Xi are already married and returned to their alma mater with a one-year-old baby in their arms. The boy who ran around naked is now a father.

　And then.

Everyone looked around, but still could not find Song Ci. The man did not come back.

Just when everyone was feeling deeply regretful, a gust of spring breeze, mixed with the rich fragrance of redbud flowers, spread out. Anting's heart trembled at first, and then he turned his head, his pupils gradually dilated.

I saw a woman with short hair walking slowly.

If not Song Ci, who else could it be?

Song Ci had a short haircut and was almost tomboy-like. She was dressed in simple spring clothes and exuded a deserted aura. When she got close to her friends, she had a vision of blooming iron trees and melting icebergs. feel.

"Long time no see."

After speaking, Anting and others were dumbfounded. She realized that it was her hair problem and explained: "Well, It’s easier to study, so I cut it short.”

Only then did Anting and others come to their senses and gathered around her one by one, showing intimate smiles.

Song Ci hugged Bao Weiwei and Qiao Liang respectively, and then her eyes fell on Anting and said: "Sorry, I came back without prior notice."

"It doesn't matter, just come back."

After chatting for ten minutes, without further ado, let's go get the time bag.

The bottles are all gathered in one place, with student numbers on them, so you can just pick them up by yourself.

The school is very user-friendly and even provides student ID numbers from ten years ago in case everyone forgets.

Everyone quickly got their time bag.

Actually…

For others, it’s just fun because they remember what they wrote.

There is only one exception, Anting. He doesn’t remember what he wrote, but Song Ci claims to have peeked at it and even spoiled it - the above is a confession, Anting’s confession to Song Ci. .

After getting the tips bag, everyone stood under the redbud tree in the corner of the playground and opened their tips bags one by one.

Zhu Jiajun is the first one - he hopes to make a living playing games and become the protagonist.

Gao Fei is the second one——

What people didn’t expect was that this kid didn’t write some very rude words, but wrote: I hope I will never Grow up, don't graduate from junior high school.

"Hahaha, I have never told you that when I was in the third grade of junior high school, even if you looked at me as an idle person, I was actually very uneasy and quite afraid of graduation."

Everyone expressed their understanding.

Bao Weiwei is the third one - I hope we will always be friends.

As expected of her.

The fourth one was Song Ci. Before opening it, she was a little hesitant, but her friends all disclosed their time pockets, so she couldn't be too petty, so she opened it anyway.

Positive: Become a scientist like your father.

Opposite: Be a novelist.

Song Ci smiled awkwardly. He was always like this, unable to be frank and did things that went against his will.

He doesn’t mean what he says, he doesn’t mean what he says, and he can’t help himself. He is probably such a strange person.

No one was actually very surprised about Song Ci’s true wish. They knew early on that she liked to write, but no one told her and respected her obsession.

Finally.

It’s Anting’s turn.

He looked at Song Ci and said, "You didn't lie to me then, did you?"

Song Ci smiled calmly and said: "I didn't lie to you."

"Hey, I'm a little disappointed with this."

Just when everyone Curious about what Anting wrote in the time bag, he opened it and took out the paper, only to find that it was rotten.

It is buried in the soil for one year and placed in the storage room for nine years.

Paper rot is not an isolated case. In addition to Anting’s time bag, many people’s time bag will also have this problem.

There is no way.

Anting opened the tattered paper, and there was only one line of words on it - Anting OO Song Ci

The two words in the middle were rotten.

“What a pity, I didn’t see the words.”

“That’s it, Anting, what on earth did you write?”

Just when Anting was thinking about this, maybe he was borrowing something to express his feelings, but a long-dusted memory emerged in his mind.

The third grade of junior high school.

A few days before the Hundred Days Oath-taking Ceremony.

Also before Anting confessed to Song Ci.

All the students in the class are thinking hard about what they should write down in their time pockets.

Only Anting was lying on the table. He didn’t want to write anything, he just wanted to hand in a blank youth paper.

Suddenly, Song Ci, who was in the class, appeared in front of him wearing a spotless school uniform and a high ponytail. In the scorching spring sun, she was as bright as yesterday and as beautiful as ever. She complained: " Anting, hurry up and write. Don’t hand in a blank paper! At least not this time!”

“Ugh, it’s really annoying.”

In desperation, Anting looked at the swaying tall sky. Ponytail, while swiping a pen.

——An Ting hates Song Ci.

A moment later.

An Ting turned his face and stared at Song Ci, nostalgic and moved, and said with a smile: "Well, I remembered, it is indeed a confession, Anting likes Song Ci."

　Unexpectedly.

Almost at the same time, Song Ci replied: "I hate Anting, the worst!"

"I like Song Ci."

"I hate Anting."

As she repeated it over and over again, Song Ci's voice trembled a little, and her eyes gradually became moist.

The next second, I couldn't help myself, turned around and stepped forward, hugging Anting tightly.

　“I hate you.”

"I care about you."

"I like you."

"I love you."

As for Qiao Liang's time bag.

In fact, it was a painting she drew on the bulletin board in the first year of high school, a group photo of her and her friends together.

We are together.

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