Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life

Xia Lin stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look at him, with a calm and peaceful expression: "Song Yan, for the sake of our brotherhood of more than ten years, let me tell you a few words of truth, I hope you can listen to me seriously over."

"?" Although Song Yan looked confused, he nodded cooperatively.

"A few days ago, my attitude towards you was a bit sharp. Looking back, I thought about it carefully. You are still young, and it is normal to act impulsively without brain."

Song Yan pursed his lips slightly, the subtle feeling of being preached came up again - Xia Lin was obviously younger than him by a few months, but recently he always had the illusion that Xia Lin was standing on a high place and looking down , which made him very uncomfortable.

But in order not to interrupt Xia Lin, he forced himself to suppress this displeasure.

Now that you have decided on this path," Xia Lin's voice continued, "you must have gone through some inner struggles, maybe it was because you liked someone enough that you could muster up the courage to break the norms of the world.But Song Yan, the resistance in the future is far more than these. The more you move forward, the more problems you will encounter. These problems will come from relatives, friends, colleagues, and society. If you just keep going forward , Overcoming thorns and thorns, at the end, you will find that you have become unaccompanied, isolated and helpless, and you can’t even protect the lover you want to protect. At that time, you want to turn back, but there is no way to turn back, so Song Yan, from now on, you have to make yourself stronger, you have to learn to forbear, learn to keep a low profile, wrap your edges and corners, hide your most cherished emotions, until one day, you become enough Strong, strong enough to protect your love without relying on external forces, strong enough to those who stand on the moral high ground and have nothing to do with you even if they don't like you, then you can give everything you have without reservation. Show up and truly be yourself.Do you get me? "

Song Yan stared blankly at Xia Lin for a long time.

Although he couldn't fully understand what he said just now, he could vaguely appreciate Xia Lin's good intentions.

The orange street lamp light shone from behind Xia Lin, casting a soft warm light around his body, polishing Xia Lin's outline to perfection, so that Song Yan's heartbeat was a little irregular when he looked at it.

A vague idea suddenly popped up in his mind - even if the road is as difficult and dangerous as Xia Lin said, but if it is Xia Lin.If the person beside him is Xia Lin, no matter how hard it is to walk, he has nothing to be afraid of.

They have been with each other inseparably for more than ten years. If they can continue to be inseparably together until they grow old, it will be a great thing.

Thinking like this, he couldn't help blurting out: "Xia Lin, it's not as good as us..."

"That's the end of the story," Xia Lin suddenly ended the conversation, "This may be the last time I have such a face-to-face long conversation with you."

Song Yan's complexion changed: "What do you mean?"

"I just received a notification from the class teacher in the morning that in order to increase the enrollment rate of key undergraduates in our class, the school will transfer all the students who rank in the top [-] of our grades in the monthly exam to integrate them into a key class. So , Starting tomorrow, we will not be in the same class, and the chances of meeting each other in the future should be very few."

Song Yan's heart was suddenly empty, but he was still struggling: "Even if we are not in the same class, we can still be like before..."

"Song Yan, since you decided to go this way, we are doomed not to get along like before. Tonight is my last advice to you. From now on, we will go our separate ways and take care of ourselves."

After Xia Lin finished speaking, before Song Yan could respond, he got on his bicycle and left.

Song Yan wanted to call him to stop, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.

He stood alone under the dim streetlight for a long time, and suddenly he threw his beloved mountain bike to the ground in a fit of anger.

"It's you who said that people are divided into groups, and it's you who said that everyone goes their own way. What the hell do you want me to do?"