good luck

Chapter 178

It was already 03:30 in the morning when we came out of the cash drawer, and everyone dispersed.Park Anhao and Lu Jinnian were left.

When Xia Weiliang got into the car, she gave Lu Jinnian a strange look. Lu Jinnian smiled and waved.Pu Anhao probably understood what she meant, but he didn't know what to say, so he finally said: I wish you a happy May Day in advance.

It's a pity I don't work.Xia Weiliang said.

Then the taxi drove away.

"...Then where are you going now?" Pu Anhao asked Lu Jinnian with her head tilted.Towards dawn, the city is gradually waking up under the large gray-blue curtain.

"Are you hungry? Find a place to eat something. Then take a shower and sleep. Then I will go back in the new day. Then, well, look forward to seeing you next time." Lu Jinnian faced Pu Anhao One by one, he said that the way he narrated was completely influenced by Pu Anhao.Park Anhao always speaks so slowly and lightly.

"En. Good." Park Anhao had a lot of things to say, but he retracted them all, and finally only said two simple words.Inadvertently raised his head to look at the distant sky, and seemed to see a few sparse stars.Maybe not, it's a night flight.Who knows.

The two walked forward together, the air was quiet and serene.Many years later, when Pu Anhao thought of that scene that night again, she was always in a trance and didn't feel that it really happened.

It seemed to be just a dream, the warmth from the palm of my hand, and the whispered words in my ears.

Seems like a very distant thing.

Eat something at the supper stand, and then find a hotel to rest.

It was [-]:[-] when he woke up. Lu Jinnian went to the window and opened the curtains: It was April [-]th, and the weather in Zilin was still fine.

After lunch, we went to the train station to buy tickets. The train started at 01:30 pm.

In the spare time after lunch, I sat on the flower bed in the square of the railway station. The sun was warm, and there were always so many people at the railway station at any time.People coming and going, people returning home, people traveling far, people queuing up at the entrance, people waiting anxiously at the exit, people basking in the sun on the square, begging people, and singing people.Men and women, young and old, children, all kinds of people, everyone has different emotions, either expressionless, indifferent, or high-spirited.Every day in this bustling station, joys and sorrows are staged one after another.

The world is full of states, but so be it.Park Anhao was a little sad.

There is a large circular musical fountain at the train station, which seems to be rarely opened on weekdays, and only on weekends.But today it is spraying with joy.The sun refracted down, and the water was brilliant.The music is piano music. If you listen carefully, it should be Schubert's Serenade.

"Lu Jinnian, will you remember me when you go back?" Park Anhao asked tentatively.

"Well, of course." I will remember you all my life.It's not about this time and next time.I will remember it in this lifetime.will not forget.

"Lu Jinnian, do you know? After watching Wei Liang and the others go back last night, I thought I would see you off tomorrow." "Then I remembered a poem." Park Anhao said to herself.

"Whose?" "Mo Chou has no confidant in the future, who in the world doesn't know the king?" Lu Jinnian turned his face and asked.

"Silver candles spit out green smoke, golden cups face the banquet. Leave the hall to contemplate the harp, and leave the road to go around the mountains and rivers. The bright moon hides the tall trees, and the long river has no dawn. Take a long road to Luoyang, when will this meeting be." Pu Anhao said.

(End of this chapter)