The Young King

They were still deep in their dreams when Zhang Song walked over and shook them a few times with a snort. When Tan Wenhao woke up, he looked at Zhang Song with a headache, "Brother, what are you calling out so early in the morning?"

Zhang Song chuckled and said, "Wen Hao, it's late. It's already past 9. Why don't you go back to sleep? I'll leave first. You guys can leave by yourself later."

Hearing this, Tan Wen Hao nodded his head, then fell back into a deep sleep. Zhang Song shook his head as he watched. He had really drunk too much yesterday. Even he had a headache, not to mention them. He immediately walked out, preparing to find the manager on duty to help take care of his colleagues.

When the manager on duty saw that Zhang Song had asked him to do this, he immediately put on a professional smile and said to Zhang Song, "Don't worry, they are my guests. I will take good care of them even without you saying anything." Zhang Song looked at her and gave her an evil smile before walking out.

Zhang Song walked out of the Imperial Restaurant and looked at the bustling street outside. As the sun directly shined on him, he started to feel his body become lazy, and his mind started to recall the scene from last night. He couldn't help but shake his head with all his might to clear his mind, and then the image of a woman appeared in his mind.

If the end of parting was meeting, then would it be parting after meeting?

Under the quiet firmament, one could still see the withered flowers, the people who had left, and the years that they had failed to live up to.

Looking at the bustling crowd on the street, Zhang Song raised his head to look at the deep blue colored clouds in the sky and smiled. He was smiling because he thought of a person. A person that was very important to him. That person was none other than his pure and moving elder sister.

"It's New Year's Eve today, so I'm sure big sister will be going home. If they lose me, will they be able to blend into this happy atmosphere?" Zhang Song looked at the smiling faces of the people and could not help but talk to himself.

An hour later, Zhang Song arrived at the train station. It turned out that the reason why Zhang Song was late for the annual dinner was because he had booked a ticket online. Therefore, he had rushed to the train station to retrieve the ticket. Because it was close to the Spring Festival, every vehicle was hard to find. China is a large population country, and people working outside know that near the Spring Festival every year, China's air, rail, and passenger traffic hubs are being filled with people who wish to return to their homes, and every station is crowded with people. Although the government has put in place policies to make sure that people can return home for the new year, there are simply too many people to buy a ticket to return home. Thus, a series of strange methods, such as cycling, motorcycle, tricycle, etc., have been put on display for millions of miles, only to go home and reunite with their families.

The station has always been a meeting and parting place, so it is a contradiction between happiness and sadness. Looking at the endless stream of people shuttling back and forth inside the train station, Zhang Song found a place to sit down and quietly waited for the ticket check to enter the station.

Some people were happy while others were worried. In that far away place, there was a beauty that could not be found. She looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and her thoughts drifted to that strange city, a city, a person, and a heart. She entrusted all of her thoughts to that faint breeze, letting it bring her to that person's side, allowing him to have the warmth and aura of a home in that strange city; letting him no longer feel lonely and lonely in that strange city.

One heart, one strong, one lonely, one lonely, one loving, one vow, one waiting. Can time stay? Would a long parting bring eternal happiness? Could they keep each other's original happiness? Can the heart of a cross print not deteriorate? Could the summit of the River of Forgetfulness say something that would last until death?

When the Resurrection Lily blooms on the other side of the river, the Bridge of Helplessness will be broken.

With a dull expression, she muttered to herself, "Song, if you can hear my call, then please send a letter to me with Feng Er to resolve my worries. If, if you are also thinking about me, then please come back as soon as possible." He turned his lonely body, only leaving behind a faint fragrance and the sound of his words as they floated into the distance with Feng Er.

As the night fell, the bustling streets were now deserted and devoid of people. Every household lit up a lively lantern. The annual New Year's Eve feast was about to arrive. The adults were chatting happily, while the children were laughing nonstop. Their laughter was coming from every single house, echoing the music as they played a beautiful melody.

The empty street was cold and deserted. However, he didn't know when, but as he was walking on this desolate street, his figure gradually became longer as the moon hung in the sky. In ancient times, there was a great poet Li Bai who once described a classic saying, "Raise your goblets and invite the moon to take the shape of three people." But now, the person on the street didn't have the mood Li Taibai had once.

It was Zhang Song. Since it was New Year's Eve and people had already gone home for New Year's Eve dinner, he got off the train and couldn't find the train. So he kept running home to reunite with his family. Although there was no one on the street at the moment, all the lights in the houses were brightly lit. As if lighting up the path home for Zhang Song who had lost his way, he watched as the figure gradually disappeared under the black curtain of the sky.

"Mom, let me ignite the firecrackers." A melodious voice similar to that of a skylark suddenly came from the home of an ordinary person. Although the voice was a bit melancholy, it was unable to cover up the pleasant tone.

Are we really not going to wait? I have a feeling that Little Song will definitely return. " Zhang Guinan was in a trance. In her heart, there was a call from her blood, calling for her to wait for someone. Perhaps this was a kind of hope, but also a hope that was hidden deep within her heart.

It turned out that these two people were Zhang Guinan and his daughter Zhang Fangxia. Their New Year's Eve meal had already been prepared, but it hadn't started yet. It was undoubtedly for the sake of waiting for the distant son and younger brother to return home, for their family to reunite.

Zhang Fangxia sighed helplessly. How could she not hope for her brother to come back? But it was already so late, could he still come back? In her heart, this tiny hope had already turned into despair. With a sad expression, he said, "Come back, come back, come back. Those that should come back will always come back. We'll eat while waiting for him to come back, okay?" Looking at her mother's haggard appearance, Zhang Fangxia's heart ached. She was the same as her mother, but she knew she couldn't do that. She had to hide her weakness, she didn't want to make her mother feel even worse.

"Hai." Zhang Guinan let out a long sigh and said slowly, "Alright, I hope Xiao Song can make it back in time."

Walking on the icy cold road by himself, walking along the road that he was increasingly familiar with, Zhang Song felt a burst of excitement as he saw the house getting closer and closer. He finally caught up with it and wished that he wasn't late.

Hearing her mother's words, Zhang Fangxia prepared to light up the fireworks for New Year's Eve, but at this moment, a loud and magnetic voice came from not far away, "You're not going to wait for me, so let's start eating." Seeing his cute sister preparing to light a fireworks display, Zhang Song teased her with a smile.

It was him, he finally came back, finally catching up to this important festival. Seeing the familiar figure slowly walking in, Zhang Fangxia could no longer control herself, tears gushing down her face like a waterfall. Zhang Guinan's mother behaved the same as Zhang Fangxia, but she tried her best to hold back her tears.

Zhang Song came in front of Zhang Fangxia and gave her a big hug without saying a word. Perhaps he was too excited and a little overworked, but Zhang Fangxia felt suffocated from Zhang Song's embrace. Without waiting for Zhang Fangxia to speak, Zhang Song spoke first, "I missed you so much. Did you miss me?"

A familiar aura hit her face. Zhang Fangxia cried tears of joy as she gently nodded like a little woman in Zhang Song's arms. "I'm just afraid that you won't come back."

Zhang Song gently wiped away the tears on Zhang Fangxia's cheeks. He let go of her embrace and hugged her, saying, "Mom, your son is back."

At this moment, two streams of tears flowed down from Zhang Guannan's eyes. She patted Zhang Song's back and said faintly, "It's good that you're back. It's good that you're back." As he said this, he did not forget to laugh heartily.

After a round of pleasantries, Zhang Song took over Zhang Fangxia's job. He had been doing it himself for many years. He held the lighter in his hand and lit up the firework that had been placed in front of him. The fireworks signaled the start of the new year and the coming of a new year. It also meant that everything had returned to its starting point. It symbolized the end of a year and the beginning of a year; it symbolized the end of a story and the beginning of a story; everything returned to its starting point, no end, only a beginning.

The fireworks were coming to an end. Under the happy atmosphere of the family, the brilliant fireworks gradually faded. All things in the world have an beginning and an end. This is an unchangeable natural phenomenon. No matter how beautiful a flower was, it would never be able to endure a cycle of reincarnation. There would always be a day when it withered; no matter how great a person's power was, they would eventually sink deep into the abyss and push themselves into it; no matter how brave and wise a person was, they would die in battle and eventually die on the battlefield.

On the New Year's Eve meal, the three of them drank in place of wine. You entered me, I entered him. He entered you, came in, came in, and entered happily. As he did so, he crazily swept the table full of delicious dishes that he was familiar with. The three of them were talking and laughing merrily; they were chatting about interesting things they had seen and sometimes talking about everything in the world. All of them appeared to be harmonious and happy.

Under the same sky, Mu Xinyi was looking at the distant horizon in a daze; Zhang Jun was playing the piano lightly; Cao Jia was watching the Spring Festival Gala; Zhang Fei, Su Xiang, Zhang Han, Zhou Xinmin, Zuo Zhixing, and Bao Hanyong were gathered together to gamble; Chen Hewen was lying quietly on the bed, but he had no heart to sleep; Ye Xuan was humming a lullaby while hugging his young sister; Hou Xinxuan was playing mahjong with her family; Chen Yuxin was walking alone in a deserted park; Zuo Qiang was doing physical training; Chen Fan was drinking wine in a bar; the thinning Mystery was sitting on the balcony;

He didn't have any money, so he went home to celebrate the new year. This is a phrase that every worker who goes out to work always sings when he or she is about to return home to share the New Year with his or her family. It also shows the reverence of the Chinese people for China's oldest traditional culture. Zhang Song welcomed the new. The old year was already a thing of the past, and the new year was just around the corner. In the end, Zhang Song still rushed home to reunite with his family. Going back and forth was, in a sense, an end, but it was also a beginning. Each of them had their own purpose and mission. In the distant future, what would they face? And how would they face it?

Volume II: "The beauty of the past has had many lives, leaving only the Green Tomb at dusk"