Xue Yanjing braved the heavy rain outside his eyebrows to go to Qianyang's house. The rain was pouring down, and the weather was gloomy and breathless, and the clouds were very low.

Yanjing said to himself:

"I ..... Is there no problem for me to go there? ”

As he spoke, a figure emerged from the rain and mist, holding an umbrella, and stood in place with a solemn expression.

"Xue Yanjing, our county magistrate Xutian asked you to go!"

Yan Jing knew that the person in front of him was Huang Zhu and Gao Deyu. She also had a premonition, nodded, and walked to the door of the county government with the two secretaries without saying anything.

She stood in the doorway, thinking:

Only after experiencing more will we understand, cherish, experience the various states of life, know the attitude that life should have, read life, and read life.

She didn't go straight through the door, but stood in the wind and rain, staring. Smiling......

Deyu pulled Yanjing's clothes and motioned for her to go in. The wind blows on his cheeks, just like another sentence in "Remembering My Friend Xu Qianyang".

"Then the wind was blowing again, and it was not so soft, but it was very hard.

That's in the heart, and it can't be dissolved. On the contrary, the more it is solved, the more chaotic it becomes, and people's thoughts fly into the green smoke. ”

But the words were still slow, and his face was pale and he walked forward, which seemed to be a stark contrast to the flushed face of a year ago.

Yan Jing pushed open the door and saw Xu Tian sitting, looking at something in his hand, and no one else knew except Huohua.

"I've been waiting for you, I've been waiting, I've been waiting for a long time."

It seemed to be a slightly weak voice, and it seemed to look old.

"What are you waiting for me for?"

There was a hint of doubt in his sad tone.

"Here's it for you." He paused, "This is the journal he wrote, and quite a few of them were written about you. He paused again, "Thank you for giving him an abundant life." ”

"Don't you keep it for yourselves?"

"No, we have an electronic card, and before we see him off, we want to give him a book called "Qianyang Diary".

Tian handed the diary to Yan Jing and asked her to go back and change her clothes and come tomorrow to attend his son's send-off ceremony.

Yan Jing returned to Zhou Xinming's small island, turned a few pages casually, and let me show you:

"My beloved Yanjing, when I parted with her and said goodbye, looked at her back, and it seemed very deep. I stepped forward to deliver a few more things before I was satisfied. Looking at her quiet face, I couldn't help but be secretly happy. For some reason, it made me willing to do everything for her. ”

Looking at it, Yan Jing couldn't help but burst into tears.

The next morning, Yanjing wanted to forget about her troubles, but she couldn't do it.

Coming to the send-off team, it was not as easy as usual, and in between, there was nothing to talk about. All the people were very sad.

Yan Jing saw Wang Huohua unexpectedly. As a young writer, although he was sad for Qianyang, he was also busy writing the essay "Remembering My Friend Xu Qianyang". Yan Jing couldn't see him through, so he was about to go up, but when he saw that Huohua's book was soaked with tears, he couldn't bear it.

After the last trip to Qianyang, there was a notice from the school on the mobile phone.

She took a taxi and slowly walked to the bus station.

The scenery outside the window seemed so gray, and when the window was opened, the gust of wind blew in again.

She returned to that lovely campus, but she could no longer find the shadow of Qianyang.

The only thing left for Yan Jing was the diary and the clothes and quilts

children and some small objects. Yan Jing silently recited in his heart:

"Don't! Qianyang. ”

However, the spirit of Qianyang has always become a topic of conversation in this county.

Aren't countless people in the shadows crying?