As the train rumbled away, its wheels screeched against the rails.
On the platform, Wang Yan waved farewell to Zhou Xiaobai, who had changed into a green military uniform aboard the train.
By then, Zhou Xiaobai's face was streaked with tears. Ignoring the biting wind, she leaned her head out the window and stared at Wang Yan standing there, smiling and waving. She simply couldn't get enough of him...
"Can you bear to let her go, Brother Yan?" Li Kuiyong, who had come along to see her off, asked with a grin.
"What's there to bear or not bear? How could there be no partings in life? Besides, how long have Xiaobai and I even known each other? I've known you, Dayong, for two years already."
"Brother Yan, that really moves me."
Wang Yan shook his head with an amused smile, his hands tucked into his sleeves. "Come on. Time to handle some real business."
"Right." Li Kuiyong grinned foolishly and tucked his hands into his sleeves as he followed.
"Hey, Brother Yan! Kuiyong!"
Just as the two were heading out, Zhong Yuemin came running over with Zheng Tong. "You two came to see someone off too?"
"Isn't that obvious? Who are you seeing off?" Li Kuiyong asked.
"Yuan Jun, and that Zhang Haiyang guy. Remember them?"
"How could I forget? Yuan Jun's got a filthy mouth, and Zhang Haiyang's full of schemes. He thinks he's so clever."
Li Kuiyong had witnessed everything from start to finish. During their first clash with Li Yuanchao, Zhang Haiyang had wanted to wrestle Wang Yan. Then, when Li Yuanchao gathered people to retaliate, that kid Zhang Haiyang had turned into a spectator again...
"So neither of you ended up joining the army after all?" Li Kuiyong laughed.
"We knew that beforehand." Zhong Yuemin