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This day came as scheduled.

Su Yanxian changed into casual clothes early and withdrew from the work uniform that was no longer yesterday. After packing your bags and accounting for the rest, you're ready to go.

In the room alone, she stood in front of a table with a mirror, looking at her haggard appearance in distraction, and her eyes that were already red and swollen from crying, and sighed silently. Let all the troubles and anguish of the past few days be turned into gas and spit out; Release; Regain your freedom.

Finally, she mustered up the last courage in her heart, pulled up her suitcase and opened the door to the room. After that, he left here and never came back, and he never participated in the World Tree Organization (WTO) again. It's all zero for her, but it's a fresh beginning, isn't it?

Click.

Opening the door, a person standing outside the door suddenly broke into Su Yanxian's sight, and all the dreamlike fantasy journeys it had just made were awakened in an instant.

It's Jia Lingye.

He kept his head down, and looked a little evasive and submissive, as if some words were difficult to say now.

Jia Ling also ...... Are your wounds healed? Su Yanxian felt that it was nothing, so she naturally brushed away the broken hair around her ears, looked at him and asked with concern.

"Okay, it's ......" Jia Ling also replied in a low voice. Judging from his behavior, he clearly meant that he was reluctant to let her go.

"Well," At this time, Su Yanxian didn't know what to say to him, anyway, he was no longer his superior, so let's think of what to say...... "Don't forget to strengthen your training on weekdays, I believe that as a Yuanneng warrior, you can protect Qingfeng Town, don't let me down." ”

"President." Jia Ling also raised his head, and his trembling lips caused the words to tremble.

"Also, don't call me president in the future, just call me by my name Su Yanxian." Su Yanxian said lightly.

I can't say it, at that moment, Jia Ling also felt that his heart instantly fell to the bottom of the abyss, and he couldn't climb up again. He pursed his lips and looked at her and said word by word: "Anyway, you will always be my president in my heart." ”

"No......" Su Yanxian turned his face away. Although she denied it, when she recalled what happened when she was president, tears always crowded under her eyes.

"You are." Unexpectedly, as soon as her voice fell, Jia Ling immediately bared his big white teeth and smiled. He smiled more than ever, and tears flowed from his eyes.

Her departure is like a farewell!

"In the future, you have to follow the new president and listen to him-Jia Lingye, hurry up and remember your own identity!" Su Yanxian took out her finger and touched the badge hanging on Jia Lingye's chest, deliberately reminding him.

"Yes, President. Woo......"

"What do you do? Say! Su Yanxian asked him in a forced tone, and her heart was like a knife.

"I'm ...... Defense Force Soldiers, Protection, Aomine Town, Woo, Yes, Woo, My ...... Responsibility, woo woo ......"

"(You) what are you crying about when a big man is crying? Wipe my tears away! Su Yanxian raised her ethereal eyes, glanced at him at the speed of light, and immediately moved to look elsewhere.

"Uh......h Will I never see you again? ”

"yes, so you're crying about this?" Tears welled up under Su Yanxian's eyes. She tried her best to squeeze her eyebrows, and forced a calm attitude on the outside, but in fact, her heart had already been soaked with salty tears.

"What is it! Are you so willing? Yes? I am a soldier you have cultivated, and I have been with you for five years, five years! How can you just walk away at the end of the day! Woo woo woo woo ......" Jia Ling also wiped his tears, and his words were almost choked up.

Su Yanxian bit her lower lip hard, staring at the blank wall, and fell silent for a while. The tears could no longer control her vision, was it too late to regret it now?

"There are some things that are not the time to talk about now, but you will ...... later I'll figure it out for myself. She said slowly, in a somewhat angry tone.

"Woo woo, I, I don't want you to go! President ......" Jia Ling also said sincerely, and his words were full of infinite regret.

"Jia Lingye." Su Yanxian stood stupidly, crying and breathing rapidly, and the crystal salty tears fell vertically down her cheeks to the ground, shattering, but they couldn't shake her determination at all.

She let go of the hand carrying the suitcase, turned to face Jia Lingye, and suddenly a big, obviously parting hug pounced on her.

They hugged each other tightly, snuggled up to each other, and stood in the corridor full of whining and crying, feeling the painful taste of reluctance to part......

Isn't this exactly the arrangement of fate, the trick of time?

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The setting sun sank into the building, leaving only a large orange-red glow in the sky.

Miyato sat on a backlit bench with a withered flowerbed pond in front of him, which was visibly filled with garbage bags of all colors. His eyes wandered over the garbage bags, wandering and guessing what they were for.

Xianshi hadn't been in touch with him all day, and he couldn't get through to her phone.

Soon, a bad premonition came to mind. Although Miyato tried his best to get rid of it, the truth was to no avail, and the end result would only cause him to become more unbearable and let the pain grow.

Bao Bao, Bao Bao, Bao Bao, Bao Bao......

The sound of small footsteps broke the silence of this atmosphere, but Miyato didn't bother to look at who it was, because he knew that it wasn't a poem anyway. Whoever comes, it has nothing to do with him.

"Hey! Then. The figure of the comer, too, was in the backlight, and as he spoke, he threw the beer can he was holding forward.

"Huh?" Gong Tu was stunned, I don't know what's going on, this voice sounds almost exactly the same as his own? He subconsciously reached out to stop the beer cans flying in mid-air, turned his head to look, and his nerves suddenly jumped as if they had been pricked by pins and needles.

Click.

The other man leaned his back back on the wooden bench, pulled the buckle on the beer can, and threw his head up and took a few sips as if he hadn't drunk it in a long time.

In the backlight, in addition to the silhouette of the grass and the long wooden chair, only the sitting palace soil remained, and the man who had just walked over next to him. They create a striking color contrast with the orange-red skyline, and the beauty is turned upside down.

There was a cold wind blowing in the air, making it difficult to open your eyes, and your palms and cheeks were cold.

"Why are you here?" Gong Tu glanced at his back a few times, and simply asked in surprise.

[-To be continued-]