Arsenal Military Academy

Near the end of the year, the train station was very lively. The students studying abroad and the coolies who went out to work were all crowded here, whether it was the hustle and bustle of the train station or the crowded people on the train. , Can't stop the joyful atmosphere that will follow because of the upcoming Chinese New Year.

Xie Xiang was squeezed into the carriage all the way, picked up the suitcase and placed it on the overhead luggage rack, found a seat, and sat down next to the window. The green-skin train made a roar, Xie Xiang remembered something, and leaned out the window to look around the crowd. The train drove away from the platform, and the crowd outside the window passed by. She seemed to see Xie Yan's frame without a smile on her face. Before he could tear it apart, he gave him a flustered look. Unfortunately, in a blink of an eye, the man was left behind. In the end, even Shunyuan was invisible.

The sky became more and more gloomy, and black clouds piled up together. Those clouds seemed to fall down, but if they couldn't fall, they turned into pieces of snowflakes in mid-air.

Snowflakes fell one after another, and the sky and the earth were quickly connected into a vast expanse of whiteness.

Inside and outside the window were completely different temperatures, and soon a thin layer of frost formed on the glass. Xie Xiang approached the window and breathed hard, reaching out his fingers and smearing it twice in a funny way.

The car came to a slow halt at the platform. The people in the car walked sparsely for nearly half of the time. For a while, new passengers came again. A group of people in student uniforms got on the car and looked at the whole car. They were all filled, the dark blue student uniforms were really beautiful, setting off the vigorous energy peculiar to the scholars, Xie Xiang tilted his head to look at them, and there was no lack of envy in his eyes.

A painting tube fell from the overhead luggage rack and hit Xie Xiang's feet.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The owner of the painting tube was shocked, and hurriedly squeezed from the crowd.

Xie Xiang is naturally not the kind of unreasonable person, comforting and smiling: "It's okay."

With that said, she wanted to pick up the painting tube and hand it back to the person. Xie Xiang bent over. The painting tube had already been picked up. The dark brown painting tube was wrapped with a few thick parchment papers. This time the person He hugged the painting tube tightly in his arms, as if he was holding a baby, and he refused to put it on the shelf again.

Are you a student of painting? Xie Xiang couldn't help being a little funny.

The person in front of me is dressed in a student uniform, with glasses on his face, and looks like a weak scholar with serious scriptures. He wears a Japanese-made Seiko watch on his wrist, but wears a pair of worn leather shoes on his feet. It can be heard from the few syllables just now. The remaining Japanese accent, with a serious childishness.

Is he a Japanese student?

The country is precarious and in danger. At this time, I must come back from Japan to participate in the parade. It's a pity that the Fire Military Academy is no better than anywhere else. The students of this school are explicitly prohibited from participating in the parade. Therefore, Xie Xiang has never participated in the parade, but he often hears people talk about it.

The so-called 21-article treaty that Japan has brought up to lose power and humiliate the country is undoubtedly a great shame. The Peking government kept silent, and the rumors in the market became more and more serious. The remarks about subjugation of the country and species are all over the newspapers. Most people in the world are quick to speak. When it comes to foresight, one is better than the other, but the real action is very few.

If the students in this carriage really returned from studying abroad, it would be for the country to give up their studies. Thinking of this, Xie Xiang couldn't help but admire them a little bit more in his heart.

Once the thought floats on the current world, my heart will follow it and become dull. She felt a little bit cold, so she leaned against the window with her shoulders closed, she closed her eyes and listened quietly to the students' talk.

"This classmate, I have an egg, eat one?"

Opening his eyes, the student holding the painting tube just handed an egg to Xie Xiang, with a smile on his face, a clear and sincere smile, Xie Xiang thought about it, took it, and returned with a smile.

The student seemed to be stunned for a moment, quickly sorted his mind, and quickly introduced himself to her: "My name is Lin, Lin Xianwei, I was embarrassed just now."

"It's really okay. My name is Xie Liangchen." Xie Xiang raised the egg in his hand and smiled unabatedly: "Thank you for the egg."

Probably because she thought she was easy to talk about, Lin Xianwei breathed a sigh of relief, and asked politely, "Xie also went to Peking?"

Xie Xiang nodded and said, "Yes, my home is in Peking."

Lin Xianwei listened, and then nodded, seeing Xie Xiang dressed, he guessed that Xie Xiang was also a student, and said with a little enthusiasm: "That's really great. We are going to Beijing this time to hold parties with students from various schools." And activities, if Xie is interested, welcome to participate."

Sure enough, he was a patriotic and progressive young man. Xie Xiang's heart moved, and his admiration for Lin Xianwei and others fell into reality.

A character like him is very worthy of friendship.

"Okay, if you are free, you can also come to my house as a guest." Xie Xiang said seriously.

Soon after the conversation, music was played on the train. Xie Xiang remembered that the song was called "Farewell". At this time, the scene was very good for the students in front of them. The immature faces were full of longing for the motherland. With hope, gradually, someone slowly began to sing along with the singing, and then more and more students joined, and the singing lingered throughout the carriage.

A farewell song, full of affection, evokes endless sadness and desolation. Following the misty singing, you can see the Changting Ancient Road, the banks of Yangliu Lake, and the great rivers and mountains of the motherland in the vast twilight.

Xie Xiang’s eye sockets were a little moist. I don’t know if it was moved by the song or by the friendship of the classmates. She hummed the tune and sang along with the students. What she sang was: "Will you be here? Wandering..."

When the train arrived, the snow had stopped. After a whole day of heavy snowfall, Beiping City was covered in silver, and it was extraordinarily magnificent. As soon as the door of the car was opened, a breath of killing came to the face. On the long street, students and guards standing on the street can be seen everywhere. He is very beautiful, and the clock is smart and beautiful. Now it is precarious.

However, no matter what the chaos of the world, the home is always the same warmth in the memory. The vermilion door is full of ancient charm, and the couplet with black characters on a red background is pasted on it, which is particularly festive. Opened the door and walked in. Inside the courtyard stands an exquisite double-storey attic. The white stucco wall is covered with light red roof tiles. Two elegant carved windows are built on both sides of the door and the stone steps in front of the door. Covered with a thin layer of snow.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back!"

After all the twists and turns, I finally returned to my hometown.

The door was closed again, and the small table was full of food. The meal was fragrant. The mother greeted him, and his father put down the book and walked out of the main room. The warm yellow light fell on the blue brick floor, and Xie Xiang put down his luggage. Throw into the arms of your parents happily.

The time to go home is always lazy. For many days, Xie Xiang didn’t even want to go out. He just wanted to stay at home all day long. After a few days like this, everything at the Agni Veterans Academy was more like a dream. Had it not been for his short hair when looking in the mirror, Xie Xiang would almost have thought that he had never been out of the house.

Biting the tip of the pen, Xie Xiang looked at the book in front of him, but couldn't enter a word, and all he thought about was Yipinju's sauce duck.

"Xiangxiang, go downstairs and open the door!"

There was a knock on the door, and Xie Xiang trot all the way downstairs to open the door.

Opening the door, Xie Xiang was taken aback.

She accepted the people outside the door, but she didn't expect it to be Gu Yanjian. He was dressed in a black woolen coat and a striped scarf hung diagonally around his neck. For some reason, this ordinary dress made him wear a unique style, suave, and Xie Xiang could only think of this word to describe it.

Obviously he has such a public and warm personality, but he always likes to wear a black suit. The blackness in front of him forms the ultimate contrast with the falling snow outside. Therefore, in the vast white snow, all Xie Xiang sees is the ultimate blackness in front of him.

"Hi." Gu Yan framed her hand and said hello to her.

Xie Xiang hurriedly closed the door tightly, clutching his chest and leaning against the door, feeling a little frightened. Isn't this person in Shunyuan? Why come to Peiping again? If you let him see what his parents don't know and would say something silly, he must not be allowed in.

"Who is it?" Xie Zhipei sat on the sofa holding the newspaper and looked at Xie Xiang questioningly: "Why don't you let people come in."

"No one, admit the wrong door."

The knock on the door sounded again, and it hit Xie Xiang's heart with a thud, like a series of reminders. Xie Zhipei looked at her suspiciously and walked over, this time it was replaced by him to open the door.

"Hello, uncle! I'm Xie Xiang's classmate in Shunyuan." The person outside said hello politely.

Gu Yan's frame changed from the inconsistent style of the past, and became more stable, and there was really a hint of grace in the conversation between the words. When Xie Zhipei heard that he was Xie Xiang's friend, he quickly invited him in.

Xie Xiang would actually know such a male classmate.

There was a strange feeling in her mother's heart, and she was dragged to the kitchen for questioning, and Xie Xiang was flustered.

"Xiangxiang, tell the truth, are you in love? The reason why you don't want to return to Peking is because of him."

When Xie Xiang heard that she would guess this, he shook his head and denied: "Why, no, even if I am blind, I won't look at him, it's really just a classmate, a classmate."

"Classmates? You are in Xinhua Girls' School, where are the male classmates from?"

"this…"

Speechless, Xie Xiang was very annoyed, the kettle on the stove made a beep, she quickly took the opportunity to take the kettle, and panicked to find an excuse.

"I'm going to make tea!"

After speaking, he quickly slipped away with the tea tray.