The melodious piano sound, the boy's voice, and the lyrics seem to interpret the word youth.

The originally noisy box gradually became silent, and only Han Yuan's singing and guitar were left.

In 2003, they hadn't heard the song yet, but it seemed to bring back some memories.

Lin Miaoyu bit the straw of the coconut water and looked at Han Yuan in a daze.

This song is very good, much better than the songs she has heard before.

It's like reminiscing about your youth, and it's like you're in it.

After a long time, until Han Yuan put away the guitar, everyone still didn't come back to their senses.

Seeing this situation, Lin Miaoyu suddenly felt a little proud.

Han Yuan sang such a beautiful song, wasn't it just for her?

Yao Wenhao also quickly came back to his senses and hurriedly stepped forward to hand the roses to Han Yuan.

Han Yuan was stunned, he didn't want to confess, why did this kid bring the flowers?

Looking around, the students were all looking forward to it, obviously misunderstanding something.

Han Yuan sighed lightly, a little helpless.

Now how can he resolve the embarrassment?

Just as everyone was about to coax, Han Yuan suddenly opened the roses.

Everyone was stunned, including Lin Miaoyu and Zhou Yao.

I saw Han Yuan take out more than a dozen bunches of roses and hand them to the students in turn.

"Come, Wen Hao, this is yours."

"Squad Leader Xu, you take it too."

"And ...... Whisper, this is your share. ”

Han Yuan seemed to be handing out leaflets, handing bunches of roses to his classmates.

The squad leader Xu Sheng was stunned and asked, "Han Yuan, what are you doing here?" ”

Han Yuan coughed dryly twice and said perfunctorily: "These flowers are given to everyone, I wish you all a bright future." ”

Yao Wenhao's eyelids jumped, he didn't expect that he could also have a bouquet of roses.

Qin Tianyou, who came back from going to the toilet, was also stunned, could it be that he misunderstood Han Yuan, there was an event today where everyone took a bouquet of roses?

Lin Miaoyu's expression stiffened, as if she hadn't reacted yet.

Looking down at the only bouquet of roses in her hand, she was a little embarrassed and inexplicably lonely.

It turns out that the song was not given to me?

"Yaoyao, why do you think he did this?"

"Yes, I think I don't think I'm hopeless, right?"

Zhou Yao's face was confused, and he couldn't find a reason for Han Yuan.

Han Yuan bought a bouquet of roses, brought his guitar, and came over fully armed for this play?

After this, the vibe gets a little quirky.

The students looked at each other and felt that the roses in their hands were a little hot.

Han Yuan didn't seem to notice Lin Miaoyu's strangeness, and chatted with a few boys who had a good relationship before.

Although it was difficult for them to understand Han Yuan, this was a graduation party after all, and it would be too embarrassing to continue like this, and they all echoed Han Yuan's lively atmosphere.

After a while, the singing of the students sounded in the box again.

In the afternoon, the party finally came to an end.

Han Yuan put his arm around Yao Wenhao's shoulders and pushed the door away, completely ignoring Lin Miaoyu in the corner.

Lin Miaoyu was entangled in her heart, but she still chased after her.

Although she had no intention of agreeing, for some reason, she was a little difficult to accept Han Yuan's actions today.

It was as if what should have belonged to me slipped silently through my fingers.

"Han Yuan, wait a minute."

Han Yuan looked back and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"You... Why would you do that? ”

Lin Miaoyu looked up at Han Yuan, as if she wanted to see something in his eyes.

Han Yuan wanted to be perfunctory, but after thinking about it, he still replied truthfully: "Xiaoyu, I graduated from high school, let's stop here." ”

Twenty years have passed, why Lin Miaoyu didn't agree to himself at the beginning, and why he wanted to go abroad later, he has long had no intention of pursuing it.

It's a young youth anyway, so it's better to answer seriously and save trouble.

Lin Miaoyu clutched the corner of her clothes, and there was some stinging pain in her heart.

Call it a day?

After three years of love, is there only one sentence left to end here?

She didn't believe that Han Yuan could be so free and easy.

"Han Yuan, if you do this if you feel that there is no hope, then you disappoint me, obviously I thought about giving you a chance."

"Good, good, your opportunity love to whomever you want."

Han Yuan waved his hand and turned to leave.

Now let him do it all over again, maybe he can really catch up with this cute girl, the problem is that he has no idea of falling in love now.

Finding a way to make money is the most important thing.

"Han Yuan! Do you know you're naïve? ”

Seeing his perfunctory attitude of not caring, Lin Miaoyu was suddenly angry.

In her opinion, Han Yuan was just hiding his emotions and trying to make her care.

Such an old-fashioned trick is really childish and boring.

Han Yuan was a little annoyed, so he simply pretended not to hear and left.

"Bastard Han Yuan! I remember you! ”

Lin Miaoyu stomped her foot, turned around and trotted away.

Since you like to pretend, it's better to keep pretending, and it's best never to ask her to admit your mistakes.

On the bus, Yao Wenhao looked at Han Yuan with strange eyes, with an expression that wanted to speak and stopped.

"What are you looking at, boy?"

Han Yuan's face darkened, and he suddenly felt an urge to hit him.

"Brother Yuan, you shouldn't be, what if you succeed today?"

"Successful banana watermelon rind."

Han Yuan was a little impatient, whether he succeeded today or not, would he not be clear?

And now he is like an arrow, how can he be in the mood to talk about one more Lin Miaoyu.

Yao Wenhao, who heard the new vocabulary, was stunned for a moment, and asked curiously: "Banana watermelon peel?" What is that? ”

Han Yuan really couldn't hold back, and gave him a brain crash with his backhand.

.......

Not long after, Han Yuan stood in front of a dilapidated house with a complicated face.

The unpainted walls were covered with moss, and the windows were stained with rust.

This is his home, located at the junction of urban and rural areas in Yancheng, a long way from Yancheng No. 1 Middle School.

Han Yuan came to the third floor, pushed open the old wooden door, and the familiar environment appeared in front of him.

An old mahogany wardrobe, a small mirror hanging on the wall, a small TV that always went wrong, and a few wooden chairs made by hand by grandpa.

There are too many old objects, and he can bring up many memories just by looking at them.

"Coming back? What are you doing today, and taking your guitar out? ”

Father Han Liheng sat in the living room watching TV, fanning a very old pu fan in his hand.

At this time, his body was still very healthy, with black and bright hair, and his skin was quite white.

Wisps of fragrance wafted from the kitchen, and the sound of stir-frying could be heard, it must be that my mother Qi Hongxiang was cooking dinner.

Seeing this scene again, Han Yuan couldn't help but have mixed feelings.

He sat down beside his father and said earnestly: "Dad, in the future, smoke less, pay more attention to your body, and don't go to work on construction sites or other places." ”

Listening to Han Yuan's unclear words, Han Liheng was stunned for a moment.

"You kid, you're short of money, aren't you?"

"Well, that's true."