"Dialects, long time no see!"

On a spring day, the sun was shining, and Fang Yan took Luo Qiao's hand and walked off the aircraft, and he heard the sighs and greetings of this old friend from afar.

"Long time no see!" Fang Yan smiled, walked up and hugged Li Jie,

"Lojo, you're still as pretty as ever." Fu Di, Li Jie's wife next to her, took Luo Qiao's hand and said, then smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's not like me, I'm getting old fast." ”

"Okay......" Obviously a little absent-minded, Locho stared at Fang Yan closely, as if he was afraid that he would disappear directly in the next moment.

"Look at the wrinkles on your face, tell me quickly, what do you use......"

Fang Yan turned back to Luo Qiao and nodded with a smile, his eyes were mixed, but he didn't know what to say, because everyone knew what he was coming back for this time.

"Tongues, let my daughter-in-law come." Li Jie next to him said softly, then patted Fang Yan's shoulder and walked out of the airport.

Six years on, prosperity has appeared in every corner of the city, the children have reached the age of high school, and the streets are filled with students with school bags one after another.

It is full of vitality and hope.

"Here, you put it away!"

The owner of the breakfast shop next to him handed over the packaged breakfast and change to the customer, and then continued to get busy with a smile, revealing a thriving scene all the time.

"How long will it take?" Li Jie next to him asked abruptly.

"Evening, tonight." Fang Yan replied silently, looking at this city that is completely different from when he first arrived, orderly, economic, but faintly revealing a 21st century flavor.

"In such a hurry?"

"Aren't you ready?" Fang Yan turned his head and asked Li Jie, who was stunned on the side, this old friend from his youth was already covered with traces of time.

"The preparation is ready, but I didn't expect it to be so urgent." Li Jie replied, with a wry smile on his face.

"I don't dare to wait, I'm afraid I won't want to leave if I wait." Fang Yan sighed, looked at the red light on the opposite side and smiled, stopping at this intersection, "To be honest, I really don't want to go ......"

The red light turned green, and Fang Yan stepped out, but there was a hint of hesitation, a hint of hesitation......

"We're all too old to think about it......"

An exclamation seems to be a summary of the two of them at the moment, a strange and familiar city, a plain and warm place, but always with sentimentality at the end......

……

As the shadows of the street lamps on the street continue to change, from west to east, as the students step on the school bell to fill the streets and alleys again, as the sun on the horizon spreads a trace of twilight, with a little ruddy and slowly falls......

The night gradually spread throughout the world, and as before, the sky was filled with two moons, but one was not as bright and the other as it was before, because today it was a kind of haggard, lonely and desolate......

"Ramon, long time no see!"

When Fang Yan put on this power armor again, what appeared in his mind was Ramons's elegant tone, too long, but still profound......

"Sir, it's a pleasure to serve you again, Ramon has checked all the systems and there are no anomalies, 99% energy remaining, 99% oxygen remaining." Ramon replied.

Opening the mask, Fang Yan loaded the accessory equipment next to him onto his body in the same way, slowly and heavily but very carefully, he looked up at the upstairs window, and then sighed silently.

"Why don't you take a look?"

Li Jie on the side was silent for a moment and asked,

Fang Yan's hand movement paused obviously, and he forcibly controlled his gaze looking up at the window, he glanced up at Li Jie, and the movements in his hand returned to normal, and said in a low voice, "I don't dare, I'm afraid I'm soft-hearted......"

Behind the upstairs window, Locho stared blankly at the wall and said nothing......

"Locho, take a look twice." Fu Di couldn't bear to open her mouth and said, looking at Luo Qiao's godless appearance, "If you don't go, you won't be able to see ......"

"I'm afraid I'm soft-hearted...... " replied Locho blankly, his voice trembling, his hands clenched tightly, never letting go.

"He's leaving." Fu Di watched Luo Qiao cruelly say this fact that no one had ever mentioned, and she clearly saw Luo Qiao's body trembling, "Don't go ...... again"

Locho stood up and staggered down.

"Click!"

When Fang Yan finished loading the last piece of equipment on his body, the iron door connecting the first and second floors also opened instantly, covering his mouth, Luo Qiao, who had already cried into tears, stood at the door, watching Fang Yan come over step by step.

"Smack!"

The backpack in his hand fell to the ground, and he looked at Locho, blinking as if he was being lost in the sand, raising his head and then lowering it again, looking at her getting closer and closer, and stretched out his hands as usual.

It's like a moth to a fire, but this flame is fleeting......

"Don't cry, it's not beautiful if you cry, it's like a little flower cat......"

Fang Yan kept blinking and resting his head on Locho's shoulder, but tears still couldn't help but overflow from his eyes......

He still cried.

"Woo......"

"I'll be back, little Joe, I will......" Fang Yan said softly, calling her by her nickname......

"Tongues, you have to remember, woo...... When you get there, you have to remember, woo...... Wear more clothes when it's cold, don't catch a cold again, if you catch a cold again, no one will take care of you......" Luo Qiao trembled, and whispered in the ears of the dialect, with a sobbing voice,

"I'll remember, I'll keep it in my heart, I can't forget......," Fang Yan replied softly, as if there was more and more sand in his eyes, he sniffed, looked up at the incandescent light above, blinked, blinked......

"And don't take risks, remember to put your life first and live a good ......"

"You have to remember ......"

"Tongues, will you kiss me again?"

Locho murmured, as if pleading, as she leaned on the shoulders of the dialect, which was still the warmest place even though it was separated by steel.

Just like the first time Luo Qiao's desperation, Fang Yan looked at it and kissed it slowly, in this hall, under an incandescent lamp.

Bitter, with the taste of tears, there is also a pain that cannot be described in words......

For a long time, the lips parted ......

"Click!"

A slight sound, a mask made of steel, became a Berlin Wall standing in front of the two of them......

The wrapped hands were let go by Fang Yan, he looked at Luo Qiao, who was crying in front of him and couldn't stand steadily, silently bent down to pick up the backpack that fell next to him, and then turned around and walked behind him, step by step......

"Tongues, remember ......"

It's like a dream, and when you wake up from the dream, you still have to face reality, the last word, the dialect still didn't hear it in the end, and Luo Qiao's outstretched hand still didn't catch anything in the end......

He was gone, just like the meteor they had seen on the top of the mountain that night, fleeting, leaving only a little starlight, and slowly drifting away......