Chapter 34 Longing for You

Time passed and it was the day of the proposal.

The weather is still bright and sunny. It is not very hot today. There is a little coolness in the breeze, which blows on people and dispels the heat.

Zhu Yanshi set out early to arrange the scene and communicated with Song Zhiyu and Yuan Qing through phone and WeChat.

Even over the phone, one could vaguely hear the hustle and bustle at the scene.

After confirming that he had obtained the key to the radio station, he finally hung up the phone.

Song Zhiyu wore a more casual outfit today, with a white T-shirt underneath with a red number "7" written on it, and a sky blue short-sleeved shirt as his outer layer.

He wore a pair of army green overalls, which made him look casual and fashionable. He got rid of his usual formal suit and white shirt, and now he looked young and lively.

He put the phone back in his pocket and turned the key to the radio station in his hand.

It took no effort at all to get the key. I just made a phone call and the station manager delivered it to me.

He also mentioned it in a flattering way.

"Just tell me if you need anything!"

For a rich and powerful person like him, this kind of thing is just a matter of lip service.

Zhu Yanshi obviously forgot to take this into account and deliberately separated the two into a group, just to let them experience a thrill together.

Instead of experiencing any fear or trepidation, the two of them waited awkwardly downstairs for a signal.

They didn't know what to say to each other, they were just playing with their own phones and answering their own calls.

As noon approached, the ringing of the school bell could be heard throughout the campus. More and more students were on the road, including young girls walking with their companions and young boys laughing and playing.

The taste of youth finally comes to you more intuitively.

When Yuan Qing received Zhu Yanshi's instructions, he raised his hand and nudged the person next to him with his elbow, his tone flat.

"Leave."

He took the first step and moved towards the radio station.

On the road leading to the radio station, you can see more and more students gathering, many of them holding a bouquet of flowers in their hands.

The flowers are bright red roses.

There was a bustling crowd in the distance, but the young man standing next to the crowd was particularly dazzling.

He held a large bouquet of yellow tulips in his hand and stood under the lush trees on the tree-lined path. The dappled light shone on his bright smiling face.

He raised his hand and waved it towards this side. The tulips in his arms swayed up and down, and the petals danced like butterflies.

The boy's outline was shrouded in a layer of brightness.

The two people walking towards the radio station were dazzled by the bright light. They stopped at the same time and stared at the boy's smiling face in a trance.

Zhu Yanshi is a beam of light, a fresh and bright light that can completely split the darkness in one's heart.

The young man noticed the pause in footsteps and waved his hands frantically to signal the two people to hurry to the radio station.

The radio station was in the multimedia building next to the path. Everyone's attention was attracted by the grand occasion downstairs. There was no one guarding the radio station, which provided an opportunity for people to sneak in.

"Let's go."

Yuan Qing withdrew his gaze, slowly lowered his head, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose.

"Let's go."

Song Zhiyu also replied in a daze.

Holding the key and observing the situation around them, they finally sneaked into the radio station. One person guarded the door while the other turned on the machine and recited the auxiliary words to play music.

The time control is very tight and the entire process must be completed within 5 minutes.

Yuan Qing was guarding the door, reporting the time information sent by Zhu Yanshi in real time.

"There are only 4 minutes left before the heroine arrives at the scene..."

"Have you found the song?"

"immediately."

Song Zhiyu was tall and it was inconvenient for him to operate the computer while sitting on a chair, so he could only stand with his back half bent and search for songs on the computer next to him.

The song has special notes, and the lyrics and singer need to be checked.

Song Zhiyu had spoken with the director of the radio station in advance and had a general idea of ​​the operation procedures.

After turning on the broadcasting channel connecting to all parts of the campus, he turned his head with a serious expression and exchanged glances with Yuan Qing.

"How long?"

The man's thick eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and a dark light floated in his inky pupils.

Yuan Qing lowered his head and stared at the message on his mobile phone, counting down along with the numbers transmitted by Zhu Yanshi.

“3…”

“2…”

“1…”

The microphone was turned on, and the man's deep voice floated in every corner of the campus.

As steady as a cello, with some gentle ups and downs.

"Today is March 16, 2037, and it is also the seventh year since you met each other. You have accompanied each other, grown together, and walked through the most difficult times."

"And now, he can fulfill the promise he once made to you. In the upcoming graduation season, in the season filled with the fragrance of flowers, while you are still young, bravely embrace the past seven years of passion and excitement."

"Thank you for your time and for meeting me."

As the last note fell, Song Zhiyu pressed the mouse next to him. The clear prelude of the song took over the gap between the last note, and the melody played by the guitar floated around in the wind.

The closed door of the radio station could no longer cover up the sudden screams from downstairs.

"Marry him..."

"Marry him!"

“Marry him!!”

The sound intermittently passed through the glass, causing the hearts of the two people in the radio station, who were originally in a very calm mood, to gradually accelerate.

Song Zhiyu opened the door of the radio station and walked out with Yuan Qing. They stood in front of the stands in the corridor and watched the hustle and bustle downstairs.

A huge heart was formed on the ground with bouquets of flowers. In the middle of the heart, the boy knelt on one knee and raised the ring that had been prepared long ago.

The girl held a variety of flowers in her hands, surrounded by applause and blessings.

The song that has accompanied them for the longest time echoed in their ears.

The students who were cheering nearby also formed a huge heart, wrapping the two people in it, and cheers and screams rang out one after another.

Zhu Yanshi stood outside the crowd, holding a mobile phone in his hand to record the proposal.

The young man had a smile on his face, and the light happened to fall between his slightly curved eyebrows. The bouquet in his hand changed and turned into a large bunch of bright roses.

He seemed to notice the gaze above his head, looked up and smiled widely.

The boy's cheeks were flushed, perhaps because he was too busy and hot. Against the backdrop of his fair skin, his lips were red and his teeth were white, making him look like a soft and sweet snow mermaid.

The picture freezes at this point.

You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery.

People watching the scenery are watching you on the bridge...

Song Zhiyu's gaze fell on that dazzling cluster, and was absorbed into the boy's pupils with curved eyebrows and smiling eyes.

Suddenly, he could hear his own violent heartbeat very clearly.

thump…

thump……

There was a lot of noise and bustle all around him, and a lot of people flashed by his eyes, but he could only see the boy who made his heart beat.

The sudden emotion replaced his previous conservativeness, causing his heart to swell and ferment, and finally, it exploded in a vigorous confession.

Song Zhiyu's belated discovery.

He seems to have fallen in love with Zhu Yanshi.

This made him feel incredible, it broke his worldview and was even hard to accept.

But the brightness below was too dazzling, forcing him to look past it in this complexity and entanglement.

Watching my own heartbeat, ups and downs, restless ups and downs...

Next to him, Yuan Qing's gaze was also quietly cast on the young man downstairs.

Shrouded in the boy's smile, brighter than flowers.

The light fell between the boy's eyebrows and eyes, and instantly dimmed. Zhu Yanshi was the light, the light that split the countless darkness around him.

The light that belongs to him.

The young man downstairs had no idea that the object of this carefully created romantic scene that would leave a deep impression on both parties had changed.

He became the most brilliant color frozen in the minds of the two people.

It is buried deep in my memory, and I will savor it from time to time, and it will be hard to forget it for the rest of my life...

After the event was over, the teacher in charge of the school rushed to the scene, but he was obviously too late and the place was already empty.

The petals on the tree-lined path were cleared away, leaving nothing behind, not even any garbage.

The after-sales service was very good and there was nothing wrong to find.

The door of the radio station was locked tightly and the key was taken away. I only found out after calling that the key had been returned.

The teacher in charge was preparing to hold a meeting to impose severe punishment. When the phone call was made to the dean's office, they informed him that the planner had taken the initiative to admit his mistake and submitted a 10,000-word self-criticism.

This matter is not a big deal, but it is not a small one either. In addition, the student admitted his mistake very sincerely, posted his apology on the bulletin board for public display, and was also required to sweep the toilet for a week.

Coming out of the office, Zhu Yanshi was still humming a song and patted his chest with his hand.

"I'll take care of the toilet for this week!"

Upon learning that they were punished, the male client specially transferred 1,000 yuan in consolation money. The school toilets were not that dirty, so Zhu Yanshi could still bear this little hardship.

After receiving the final payment, Zhu Yanshi treated everyone to a meal to celebrate. As it happened to be approaching evening, he dragged Young Master Yuan and President Song to a roadside stall to eat skewers.

Chicken feet, pork loin slices, pig's trotters, beef tendons, coriander beef, and small meat skewers are grilled until they are greasy and covered with barbecue ingredients, green onions and coriander, with a lot of onions hanging on them. The fragrance fills your mouth with every bite.

Song Zhiyu had never eaten at this kind of roadside stall. Sometimes he disliked the greasy and dirty table top, and sometimes he disliked the dim light and the smell of fireworks everywhere.

Until a skewer of beef was stuffed into the chattering mouth, the taste buds were stimulated and the pupils contracted slightly.

Who doesn't love barbecue!

Even President Song, who is used to eating in five-star restaurants, is no exception!

Yuan Qing had eaten it once before with Zhu Yan, and could accept the taste. As a young man full of vigor and vitality, he was sweating all over and his lips were red while eating.

Zhu Yanshi also drank a few bottles of beer, gulping them down one after another. Soon, two red spots appeared on his cheeks, and his lips were red from the barbecue, and with the stains of wine, the color was bright and attractive.

The only sounds around the table were his boasting mixed with his hearty laughter.

The wind brought the smell of barbecue, and the boy's eyes became more and more hazy. He stretched out his tongue and licked his lips.

He leaned against Yuan Qing in a daze.

"You really don't want to drink something?"

As soon as the voice fell, my thoughts were diverted.

He squinted his eyes and looked up at the moths circling around the light under the street lamp.

Counting them one by one, he raised his finger and tapped the empty air.

"One... two... three..."

"Why bother? Yearning for the light, you're so reckless, only to end up dead in the end. Why bother..."

Yuan Qing raised his hand, but his fingers grasped the boy's fingertips.

"You don't understand how much those in the darkness long for the light."

Just like I long for you.

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