Moscow in the middle of summer, as always, is intoxicating. It's graduation season again. Almost all of us on the floor are going their separate ways this summer.

Rosa was the first to leave, and we decided to throw a party in the event room to see her off.

The party was very lively, but everyone's mood was a little heavy. It's a sad thing for everyone to say goodbye to the familiar campus.

During the dinner, Adris asked Rosa to sing a song. This suggestion was warmly welcomed by everyone. Rosa stood up and said, "We are separated here today, and we don't know when we will meet again." I will never forget my time studying abroad in Moscow, and I will never forget this dormitory, the people, and everything here...... She wanted to sing "Auld Lang Syne" to commemorate our friendship.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot

and never brought to mind.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot

And days of auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne.

my friends

For auld lang syne.

We'll take a cup of kindness yet，

For auld lang syne.

twa acquaintance be forgot.

And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot

And days of auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne.

my friends

For auld lang syne.

We'll take a cup of kindness yet，

For auld lang syne.

How can you forget your old friends,

Can I not laugh in my heart.

How can old friends forget,

Friendship lasts forever.

Long live friendship, long live friendship.

Raise a glass and drink together, sing the praises of friendship for a long time.

We used to be like-minded.

Let's shake hands.

Let's raise a glass and drink,

Friendship lasts forever.

Long live friendship, long live friendship.

Raise a glass and drink together, sing the praises of friendship for a long time.

Raise a glass and drink together, sing the praises of friendship for a long time.

Rosa's loud and beautiful singing echoed through our floor. I looked around: Marie Sauer, Figor, Basha, Edris, Xiang and Song, all looking at her with full attention, and Basha and Mary were singing softly.

Along with this beautiful melody, I suddenly had a hallucination, and found that there were several more people in the seat:

Li Bailing was smiling and shaking her head to the melody of the song; Jin Li sat next to her, looking at Rosa with her hand on her chin and admiration; His husband Zhang Yunpeng stood behind Jin Li and smiled; Daric hugged Qiu Si and hummed softly...... When I looked back, I saw André sitting behind me in his black round-necked half-sleeved shirt, looking at me dotingly. I leaned into his arms and looked at Rosa, who was singing......

I don't know if this famous song is too sensational, or if everyone is very excited at the moment, I see that almost everyone's eyes seem to be flashing with tears.

Rosa was even more choked up and couldn't sing anymore.

Basha turned to me and said:

- "Linna, if André is here, he can sing a song for everyone too." ”

I couldn't speak, I just felt that tears had blurred my eyes at the moment.

I wiped away my tears and saw Mary, who was also teary-eyed, said to us

- "Yes! There are Andre, as well as Qiu Si, Li Bailing, Darik, Jin Li, ......"

On Sunday evenings, I was alone and leisurely walking around our quiet campus.

I passed by the parking lot, where I had barely been since Andrey's car was sold.

Looking at the security room, I remembered the security guard who laughed at Andrei. I walked straight over there, and I stopped not far from the security room, and the door opened, and out came a very young security guard I had never met. He saw that I didn't say anything and walked into the parking lot.

Not seeing the security guard we knew was a sense of loss in my heart.

Leaving the parking lot, I walked in the direction of the sports field. At that intersection, I sat on the same bench where I had met Akira and the children.

Perhaps due to the holidays, the stadium was also empty.

I think of Ming, of Xiaoxing, and even of Miao Miao and Danya, of the gray suit that Danya brought, of the wedding of the sea, and of Andre calling me "Mrs. Perran".

I was thinking about it when I looked up and saw a skinny boy with curly blond hair standing in front of me:

- "Are you resting here?" Linna," Figol asked.

- "yes, it's cool here," I said.

Figol sat down beside me, put his arms open on the back of the bench, looked around, and said with emotion:

- "I've walked around the campus twice, and I don't usually feel that I really want to leave, and I'm a little reluctant!" ”

Looking at Figor's dazzling blue eyes, I wondered, is there too many places in this campus for this emotional boy to make him feel emotional, see things and think about people?

Suddenly, a particularly curious question made me blurt out:

- "Figor, which of those girlfriends do you like the most?" Have you ever thought about marrying her? ”

Figol looked at me, and after a while, smiled coyly and said:

- "I will go back to Turkey and find a Turkish girl to marry." It's like my brother said, and the girls here are not suitable for wives. ”

- "Aren't they all suitable?" I asked

- "Yes," Figor replied calmly.

- "Do you like Turkish girls?" So why find a girlfriend here? "I'm puzzled

- "My brothers said that this would give me peace of mind after I got married, and I would no longer be tempted by women outside. Figor said

- "You still like Turkish girls in your bones, don't you?" I asked

- "I think so, even though Russian girls are beautiful, they are really not suitable for human wives!" Family is too important for a man, so I will marry a girl who is suitable for starting a family," Figor replied.

Figor returned to Turkey, where it seemed logical to find a suitable girl to marry. Perhaps his emotional experience in Moscow would have allowed him to manage his family's happiness with peace of mind, as his brothers had hoped.