In the evening, the three of them talked about it very late, talking about the things they had been busy with recently, sharing interesting things, and complaining about unhappy worries, which seemed familiar.

Han Yi was relieved when he saw that Bai Xue was not as serious as Keiko said, and he planned to go back to school the next day, because there were still a lot of things waiting for him.

Appearing in front of Bai Xue this time cannot be said to be a whim, to be precise, it can be regarded as freewheeling. After being willful, you still have to return to your daily life.

I slept on the sofa for a night, and then got up early and took out a piece of letter paper from my school bag, to be precise, it should be an A4 colored paper removed from the notebook similar to stationery, and wrote something, and then left without saying goodbye, as if he came without warning, and left quietly. It may be that he himself is afraid of that kind of farewell scene, or it may be for Bai Xue's consideration, after all, the delicate relationship between them has not been sublimated so quickly.

"Where's you?" Keiko called.

"I'm in the waiting hall, I still have a lot of things to deal with at school, and I have to go back." Even at this time of the morning, there were still a lot of people at the station, and the noise made Han Yi unconsciously raise the volume when he spoke.

"Why don't you let me send you! What the hell! Keiko was a little angry and blamed him for saying goodbye like this.

"It's a little noisy, let's talk about it in WeChat." After speaking, Han Yi hung up the phone.

"It's so troublesome to send it back and forth, it's okay, I'm leaving, I'll come back when I'm free." Han Yi sent a message to Keiko and then sent another message to Bai Xue: "I wrote a note and put it on the coffee table in front of the sofa." ”

Keiko replied to Han Yi, "Then you pay attention to safety on the way back, and reply to a message when you arrive." "After that, it's time to go out and get busy. No way, although she is studying, she is now a small boss, last month she asked Han Yi to help her sort out the information to get a plan book and start the road of entrepreneurship, she wanted to pull Han Yi along, but Han Yi refused. He just said, "No time!" In fact, Han Yi just felt that he was not the material for business, and Keiko didn't force him on the surface. She got a Taobao store four years ago, and now there are overseas buyers' stores, clothing stores, and skin care products, all of which are impressive, and she doesn't have to worry about it at all, no wonder the vacated room is like a small warehouse, full of cardboard boxes. Recently, she has taken live broadcast as a career, and in Han Yi's eyes, she is a strong woman and a woman.

"It should be almost better now, right? I have to go and do something in the morning, you stay at home, and I'll accompany you to the hospital in the afternoon······" Keiko always behaves in a hurry when she goes out, and says with a smile to Shirayuki before closing the door.

At this moment, Bai Xue was also looking at a text written by Han Yi to her.

"Bai Xue, I don't know why I came to look for you, I just suddenly want to see you. I wanted to do something for you when you were sick, and along the way, I imagined myself as you, imagining the loneliness when you were neglected, and imagining the discomfort when you hid your feelings. Then I suddenly found that you are me, I am you, but I am hurt because of others, and you are hurt because of me. I haven't figured out how I feel about you in my heart, and I'll admit that I often think of you inadvertently, want to hear your voice, want to see your face, and even want to hold your hand at some point. If at this moment I say I like you, I beg you to refuse! So that I can continue this feeling, so that I can make up for all these years of neglect and neglect of you. If you want, you can treat me the same way, and I will gladly accept it. But I hope you don't keep missing out on the beauty around me like I do, I'm glad that the beauty is still there waiting for me when I get lost and want to go back to square one! If you're willing to stay there, trust me, I'll find my way back. By the time I have completed these ninety-nine steps, I hope you will take the last step and make a landscape that moves only for me. If you are not willing to take that step, then I will dust myself one step away, and then I will never encounter any other scenery, and I will only stay with you at a near-perfect distance for the rest of my life. ”

Bai Xue looked at this short paragraph, and there was an indescribable feeling in her heart. She didn't think as much as Han Yi, and she didn't think it was painful to like someone silently, she just simply followed her inner feelings, and simply liked Han Yi's feelings, she didn't feel that Han Yi owed her anything, and she didn't want him to make up for anything.

"If this is a confessional love letter, I will not hesitate to agree to you." Bai Xue thought so in her heart, but she hoped that Han Yi would take the initiative to choose herself, she didn't want to hint at him, and she didn't interfere with his choice. Just wait for him to stand in front of him and say to her, "I like you, let's be together!" In this way, he happily agreed to him with tears in his eyes.

After Han Yi got on the train, he took out the diary and notepad he carried with him, this notebook was specially prepared for the novel, as soon as he thought of something, he would immediately write it down if he had any good inspiration, what kind of imaginative and unrealistic things as long as he could think of a logic to support it, it would be real in the world under this one. When he writes, he always thinks of himself as a character in his pen, and he enters a whole new world. When he finishes writing a story, he will be excited for a long time.

After Han Yi finished writing what he had thought, he looked at the passenger sitting next to him, who should be about the same age as himself, wearing glasses and dressing very casually, which reminded him of the image of the code farmer that Fu Bo told him. What caught Han Yi's attention was the sound of him quickly hitting the keyboard of his notebook.

"What language do you speak? C++? Han Yi asked curiously.

Under normal circumstances, Han Yi rarely takes the initiative to greet strangers, probably because he is very satisfied with what he has just written, he is in a good mood, and it is good to talk to someone for a long time.

“VB！” The young man replied as he tapped on the keyboard.

Han Yi said "oh", because he had only learned C++, a programming language, and he was not as powerful as Fu Bo, C language, C++, and Java were all involved, and C++ and Java were quite powerful.

Han Yi thought that the conversation was over, and looked at the programmer next to him from time to time, who was as cold as himself, of course, the programmer at the moment was just what he thought, and it was difficult to say whether it was or not.

After about four or five minutes, the man stopped to put away his notebook, then turned around slightly.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't ······ when I thought of a program in my head Hello! He kept holding his glasses with one hand, and stretched out his other hand to Han Yi.

Han Yi didn't react, and the whole person seemed to stop for a few seconds before reaching out to shake his hand.

"Hello, hello."

Han Yi felt like a prospective graduate who had just graduated or was doing an internship.

"I just accidentally glanced at what you wrote and thought you were a writer. But when you ask me about this language, I think you look like a science student, are you studying now? With such a question, Han Yi suddenly felt that he was not as cold as he imagined. Maybe in the eyes of most people, writing novels or simply writing is mostly literati or people who study liberal arts, but this is not the case, as far as Han Yi knows, many well-known writers are also studying science and engineering. In fact, there is no necessary relationship between this.

"Yes, I'm a science student, and I'll graduate around this time next year. Writing is just a hobby. ”

"No wonder they ask me such questions, and people just think we're doing it and don't know what I'm doing. Hello, my name is Feng Zhiyao. Graduation is coming this summer. ”

"Hello, Han Yi."

Han Yi actually doesn't understand very much, he hasn't gotten the second-level certificate of C++, and he is a layman at all. But he loves and respects people who can code, and watching strings of numbers and letters end up as programs or games on your computer and mobile phone, which seems to him to be a very incredible thing.

Then Han Yi listened to Feng Zhiyao talk to him about the small programs he had made, and the project content to be done for his graduation project, from VB, C language, Java, MFC, C++ to data structures and algorithms. Han Yi couldn't help but feel: He is worthy of being a pure student of Huake University!

"Are you writing a book? I look at the manuscript in this book is a little scary, it's about the same as my stack, and the handwriting is beautiful, a hundred times stronger than mine. ”

Feng Zhiyao was also very curious about Han Yi, because he saw Han Yi writing non-stop for three hours, and he estimated that Han Yi had written at least a dozen pieces of paper in these three hours, conservatively estimated to have about 10,000 words, and his concentration was very similar to when he was stacking, he was completely undisturbed by the surrounding environment.

"Sort of, it's nothing, I'm used to it, I have to write a lot of words every day, just like you type on the keyboard."

Han Yi saw that no one was talking in the entire carriage, some were wearing headphones, some were sleeping, and some were looking out the window quietly, so he spoke very quietly. And Feng Zhiyao's initiative and excitement seemed to make the carriage seem less quiet. Han Yi motioned for him to be quiet, so as not to disturb the others.

Feng Zhiyao looked around like a thief, and then whispered to Han Yi, "Can you show me?" ”

"Of course!"

Han Yi thought he was very interesting. "Are you interning in Wuhan?"

"My school is in Wuhan, and I am currently interning in Chongqing. What about you? He said as he looked at Han Yi's manuscript.

"I am also studying in Wuhan, and I came to Chongqing yesterday to see my friends."

Han Yi was looking at the text messages that Bai Xue sent her on her phone, but it was just small talk.

"Girlfriend?" Feng Zhiyao pinched his glasses with his thumb and forefinger and asked with a smile.

Han Yi felt that it was nothing, the two chatted quite well, and felt that others were not bad, and he didn't just find an excuse to end the conversation, so he must have become good friends in the future.

"Not yet."

The two talked about professionalism, and there were always endless topics. Maybe a confidant is a stranger who misses from your side, if it weren't for Han Yi's words, none of this would have happened, and the fate between friends sometimes becomes so simple.

"It's almost there, I'll leave you a number, and I'll treat you to dinner next time you go to Chongqing."

Fu Bo once told Han Yi that they are called programmed apes on the Internet, kicked (IT) dogs or code farmers, mostly straight men, otaku, wearing T-shirts, glasses, flip-flops, and messy hair. But it seems that the majority of netizens have some misunderstandings, Fu Bo is not, and Feng Zhiyao is not.

After getting off the bus, there was a feeling of scorching sun, as if Wuhan had entered the summer ahead of schedule, and another year's graduation season was coming, and he was already counting down the days of his graduation.