Many years later, when he thought of today's scene, the old instructor's figure was stooped and his steps were staggering, but he recalled the young man's firm eyes at that time, and he could not suppress the emotion in his heart.
Han Baihang looked at the certificate in his hand carefully, with excitement on his face, and even the joints of the hands holding the certificate turned slightly white.
It is just a simple piece of white paper, but it is very heavy to Han Baihang.
This contains his ambitions and ideals.
Han Baihang was sitting on his bed. He was about to go to Japan. Suddenly, a charming figure appeared in his mind. His excitement slowly receded. He looked at the certificate in his hand and made a decision.
He is going to find Zhang Yingxue.
It was a straight night, the dusk on the horizon was getting farther and farther away, the orange light gradually disappeared on the horizon, and night officially fell.
The dim street lights on both sides of the street kept reflecting a figure. The figure was slender, but no longer taller than before.
The figure keeps moving forward, and the dim light stretches him time and time again, never getting tired of it.
Han Baihang felt like he had walked for a long time. How long was that time? One day, one year, one century?
Han Baihang always did things straightforwardly, but only when he met Zhang Yingxue, his heart seemed to pounce on her and become parasitic on her.
When she hurts, so does he. When she laughs, he is also happy. There is no reason or any sustenance, just thoughts in the heart, and it has become like this.
The sky was already filled with stars, but Han Baihang was not in the mood to appreciate them. He looked at the dark alley, struggling whether to go in or not.
Finally, he took a step forward. He knew that at this time, she must be doing something in the yard, writing or admiring the moon.
The heavy wooden door was like Han Baihang's heavy heart. Even with all kinds of thoughts, he had to open it and muster the courage to face him.
With a creaking sound, the wooden door opened. Han Baihang raised his head and met another sight, a look of joy.
"Baihang, why are you here?"
The owner of the sight was very happy, he was happy because he saw Han Baihang.
Zhang Yingxue was wearing a floral dress, and her slender calves were swaying on the swing, showing the owner's joyful mood.
Her eyes were curved when she smiled, as beautiful as crescent moons. Her small cherry mouth looked fuller under the moonlight, and her teeth were slightly exposed, which made Han Baihang's heart feel soft.
"What are you doing standing around? Come in."
Zhang Yingxue quickly greeted Han Baihang to come in, her jade arms looking so white and tender on the black swing rope.
Han Baihang looked at her tenderly, rubbed her head lovingly, arousing her resistance, then stopped and helped her swing the swing.
Zhang Yingxue was sitting on the swing. The breeze blew by, blowing up her skirt and flying her hair. The young man behind him was as gentle as jade, pushing her swing unhurriedly and looking at her lovingly.
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After a while, Zhang Yingxue finally noticed something strange about Han Baihang. Different from the past, he did not tell her interesting things about Baoding Military Academy. Instead, he wholeheartedly laughed with her and made trouble with her.
Han Baihang's abnormality made her feel a little panicked, and she quickly asked.
Han Baihang was silent, took out the notebook that the old instructor Tian Tian had given him from behind him, and handed it to Zhang Yingxue.
Zhang Yingxue was so smart. She had a vague guess in her heart. She slowly took a deep breath and prepared herself. Then she took the notebook from Han Baihang's hand and opened it slowly.
Zhang Yingxue didn't know how long she had been watching, and she didn't know when her tears fell. She only knew that Han Baihang was leaving here and going to a distant place, and she didn't know when he would come back.
She was reluctant to give up.
"Xueer, be good, stop crying."
Han Baihang watched Zhang Yingxue cry non-stop, and his heart was about to break. He held her tightly in his arms, feeling her body sobbing non-stop.
"Baihang, do you want to leave?"
Zhang Yingxue said in a voice as loud as a mosquito. Her tears wet the clothes on Han Baihang's chest. At this time, she was already sobbing.
Han Baihang held her body, and slowly patted Zhang Yingxue's back with his calloused hands, as if he would hurt her if he exerted enough force.
"Well, I won the competition with Shoichi Ito, and the senior management decided to send me to the Japanese Military Academy for exchange and study."
Although Zhang Yingxue had already seen the certificate, Han Baihang still told the whole story.
Zhang Yingxue slowly stopped crying and poked her head out of Han Baihang's arms. Her small face was like a pear blossom wet by rain, delicate and endearing.
"Baihang, I know that the Japanese Military Academy is a place you have longed for for a long time. I will not stop you from studying, but,"
Zhang Yingxue spoke with sobs and tears at the end, but nothing happened for a long time.
The tip of her nose was red, and her eyes were also red, resembling a little rabbit, which made Han Baihang feel soft in his heart.
"But what?"
Han Baihang put his arm around her waist and stretched out his hand to scratch Zhang Yingxue's small nose. Zhang Yingxue's soft little hand patted the back of his hand.
"But you can't forget me."
Zhang Yingxue inserted her small waist and pouted, her face still twitching, which made Han Baihang's heart itch.
"Okay, I promise you, but here, with so many handsome guys around you, will you just forget about me?" Han Baihang saw Zhang Yingxue's mood gradually returning, and immediately bought a good boy, covering his chest with one hand.
, deliberately made a painful expression, which immediately made Zhang Yingxue burst into tears and laugh.
"You're bad."
Zhang Yingxue punched Han Baihang's chest with a pair of pink fists, but it had no real effect.
Han Baihang pulled out his hand and grabbed one of her troubled little hands. He slowly came closer to her handsome face and felt Zhang Yingxue's sweet breath spraying on his chest.
Those red lips made him want to hold them and taste them.
In fact, he did.
The breaths of the two people blended together, and under the moonlight, the two shadows continued to merge. Everything was so beautiful.
Panting, Zhang Yingxue put her head on Han Baihang's chest, holding the corners of his clothes tightly with her small hands, as if they would fall off if she was not careful.
Her little face turned red, as if she was saying to herself or to Han Baihang, "Then we have agreed that we will never forget each other. When you get to Japan, you must contact me and write me a letter."
At the end of the sentence, she raised her head, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with tears. Han Baihang nodded heavily and looked down at Zhang Yingxue with a smile like a flower.
