Volume 1 Chapter 76 The Dispersing Movie Scene

  An Junli sent Yan back home last night and then returned to the bar, after which everyone drank a lot of wine together until they were unconscious.

  Qing Chen An Jun Li woke up in the morning feeling like his head was going to crack open, he didn't have the strength to get up, so he closed his eyes and endured the pain. Xi Jue was still leaning on his shoulder, his hand still holding the empty wine bottle.

  The whole room was in a mess, but with just the six of them, they could create a chaotic scene that was like a battlefield.

  In the sweltering room, the smell of wine lingered and couldn't be dissipated. The sky was a dull gray, like it had just rained in the late afternoon, but it was only two thirty. At this moment, An Junli closed his eyes, knowing that another farewell in life was approaching, and Meng Wei's departure might be forever. What made several brothers even more worried was that Meng Wei had never gone out alone without family support, and it was hard for him to find a job outside. Moreover, he wanted to travel all over the place and complete his studies, everything wasn't easy.

  Meng Wei's father once said that if Meng Wei chose to be a painter, he would not be able to get along with himself. Either he would become famous when he was old and about to die, or he would only become famous after his death. The suffering he would have to endure for the rest of his life was absolutely unbearable for ordinary people. A lifetime spent wandering in the name of painting, now considered glorious, would later be seen as a shackle, from which he could never escape again.

  An Jun let out a silent sigh, and as if it was contagious, Xi Zai, Da Zi and the others got up one after another to rub their eyes. Su Qi'er stood up at the same time, feeling her legs go soft, and after staggering for a moment, she rushed to the bathroom to take care of her physiological needs.

  Meng Wei was the last to sit up, and as he did, a domino effect occurred on the table in front of him. The beer bottles, startled by the sudden movement, fell one after another, crashing into a deafening death. They didn't just stop at dying, but also managed to cut Mo Xiao's fingers with their sharp edges, staining the glass shards and blue floor with bright red blood.

  "I was originally dizzy, but now I'm thoroughly awake. People, sometimes when we're in a state of half-asleep and half-awake, it's good to give ourselves some pain. On the one hand, it tells us that we're still alive. On the other hand, it tells us that this little pain is nothing. Let's go, Meng Wei, we'll see you off." Mo Xiao was full of poetic feeling from early morning.

  "Yes, since you've made your choice, no matter what happens in the future, whether you succeed or fall behind, remember to come back, we're all waiting for you. The latest chapter of Xinhai's great hero." Dazhi cleared his throat a few times before walking over and patting Meng Wei on the shoulder.

  "Good brother, promise us if things don't go well you'll tell us." An Junli said.

  "Even if I see you next time standing on the street begging, I will still walk over and hug you, and you can't not recognize me." Su Qi'er ran over crying and hugged Meng Wei tightly, still hanging all over him like a monkey who didn't get a banana.

  "Hey, I originally thought Xiǎo Jī was a kid, how come now I still have to spend time coaxing you? Wipe away your tears and don't go out and embarrass me." Meng Wei didn't push Su Qi'er away from him, but he pretended to be angry and scolded her.

  "I'm not a kid either, I didn't cry, I didn't." Xiǎo's tears had been welling up in her eyes all along, but at this moment she was trying to be strong.

  "Alright, our group of friends will definitely have the chance to meet again. If you're really struggling financially and can't make ends meet, give me a call." Mo Xiao was always the most generous when it came to money.

  "Yes, Meng Wei, you still have us, you're not alone on the road. Whenever something is difficult for you to get through, just make a phone call and no matter how far away we are, we'll all rush to your side." An Junli said with his back turned, desperately swallowing back tears.

  The last few people walked swaggeringly on the road, at this time they didn't care about red lights or green lights, anyway there was no one on the road. A night of drinking made their feet a bit soft now, walking on the hard asphalt road felt like treading on clouds without any boundaries.

  Arrived at the train station, the sky was still dull and gloomy, as if it had a severe cold, the time was five thirty.

  They walked for an hour and sat down early in the desolate train station. A few people who had previously talked endlessly were now either silent or hesitant to speak. The air seemed to be filled with some inexplicable emotions, like loss, reluctance, and sadness, which settled on their shoulders or heads.

  True friends are like that, usually joking and teasing without being serious, but when it comes to parting ways, they don't know what words to use to express their feelings without desecrating the friendship.

  At this moment, their mood is like scattered rain, sparse but dripping onto their faces. They haven't even parted ways yet, but they've already started to miss each other, their emotions so saturated that they could be wrung out like water.

  Life sometimes seems like a scattered movie, people are either moved or unmoved, after walking out of the cinema, they can still see the bright sunshine, the sky is still so blue, everything is still so delightful.

  But they saw Meng Wei off, the sky was still raining, so small, can't be caught, can't hide, but little by little wet their thoughts.

  An Jun Lei tightly wrapped his clothes, putting the painting Meng Wei left for them inside to protect it, close to his skin. With that painting there, he felt they would one day gather together again, even if someone got lost, they could find their way back.

  It's not why, but An Junli felt that this was just the beginning. One day they would be like an onion, peeled away layer by layer. They would disperse one by one, lose their way on the road they had walked together, and search desperately until even heaven itself would shed tears.

  Life's road is so winding, maybe it really turned a corner and couldn't be seen again. At this time, An Junli took out his mobile phone, pressed a password to open a photo, and at this moment, Mo Xiao also opened his mobile phone, looking at the photos that appeared on the phone screen.

  But they didn't know that Fang Lei was also getting rained on, only she was in her dreams. She dreamed of An Jun Li getting rained on, with tears streaming down his eyes, and so Fang Lei's heart ached and ached until she woke up. Tears flowed from the dream to reality.

  Willing to get one's heart, white hair does not separate. Fang Li wrote such words on her palm and grasped them tightly, she had the same thoughts every day, and also followed by the same self-blame.

  She and An Junli were like two people separated by a wall, able to hear each other's news and feel each other's pain. But the wall was an ocean, and in the vast waves they could hear each other's heartbeat, but their hands would drown in the turbulent waters. (Download this book by entering or searching for "book name + Ha Shi Ba") You can search for "Youthful Ode Ha Shi Ba" on Baidu to find the latest updates of this book!