The old man put the paper into his pocket and slowly stood towards the train with a crutch.

A train conductor walked up to the old man and smiled sweetly: "Grandma, give me the ticket, I'll take you there."

The old man handed the ticket over.

"Is grandma going to the capital?" The conductor took the old man's arm and led her forward.

The old man nodded.

"Go over there to see the child." The conductor asked again.

"I'll go and see the monument." The old man said softly.

"That's it...you have to be careful on the way."

"Thank you." The old man nodded.

"Hey, I said, "Why are you running around again, old man?" There were hurried footsteps behind me.

An old man wearing a blue dome hat chased after him and grabbed the old man's left hand.

Next, the old man led the old lady to sit down by the window, muttering and scolding her.

"How about we get off the car, I want to go to the platform." The old lady looked at the old man with her head tilted.

"I'm going again, why do you always do this? The ticket is not expensive." The old man muttered a little, and helped the old lady get off the train tremblingly: "It's been so many years, I'm afraid of you every day."

The camera turns, and it is the original platform of the story.

There is a bench in the middle of the camera. There are two backs on the stool, the old man and the old lady.

"Hey, the sunset is so beautiful."

"OK."

The camera is facing the distance, it is sunset.

The sun is just right, and the breeze is not dry.

The story comes to an end.

The video was less than ten minutes long, and after the broadcast, Hu Biao talked: "The platform in the story is actually the real train station that year. The two professors will basically wait there every week. The last paragraph was also taken by the past. How about it? What do you think after watching it? Do you need improvement?"

"Where is the professor living now?" Qiu Baiwei asked.

Hu Biao replied: "It's right in the family area, the small building at No. 137."

"I think it's very good." Zhao Bi nodded.

"Awesome." Baili gave a thumbs up.

"Who is this?" Hu Biao asked, looking at Baili.

Zhao Bi introduced: "My roommate Baili Xiu is thick-skinned, handsome, eloquent, and has strong execution. He has always wanted to join the Student Union, and I brought him here this time to introduce him to you."

"So amazing." Hu Biao looked up and down at Baili Xiu.

"If the student union needs to attract sponsorship in the future, he can send him to be a male public relations officer." Zhao Bi added.

"Traveling through fire and water." Baili was both modest and proud: "I was not talented, the sanitary napkin trend was led by me a few days ago."

"Oh, I hope to hear it carefully."

Seeing that Hu Biao and Baili had successfully joined the story, Zhao Bi didn't say anything more and left with Qiu Baiwei.

"Let's go to Building 137 to have a look." Qiu Baiwei suddenly said after leaving the building.

"That's the point." Zhao Bi nodded.

When he was filming yesterday, he didn't feel anything. But now he saw the sample, plus the complete story chain and background, it is undeniable that Zhao Bi has been touched by the soul.

He now understands why many celebrities in the entertainment industry fall in love with the drama. This is not just a reason for hype, but more importantly, the mood will be more or less inserted into the moment when he sees the finished product.

And the kind with a strong sense of substitution.

Zhao Bi now felt very grateful to be able to shoot such a video with Qiu Baiwei. He touched the stethoscope in his schoolbag and felt that tonight would be a wonderful evening.

The family building No. 137 was built many years ago, and most of the living people were retired teachers. The ancient trees were green tiles and red bricks were scattered, and the smell of history was floating everywhere.

Zhao Bi and Qiu Baiwei stood quietly not far from Building 137, watching. This was a three-story western-style building. The red bricks were covered with ivy and the courtyard was planted with flowers and plants.

Two professors are traveling through it.

The old lady was holding a watering can, and the old man was guiding the country with a cane.

The distance is too far to hear what they are saying, but just looking at this warm picture, it is like watching a long-lasting silent movie.

Their lives are simple.

Jiazi stayed with each other, with black hair on her shoulders covering her head.

There are many students all over the world.

Their lives were great.

A seven-foot body, Xu Guo, Xu Qing.

The years are getting late, and the years are fragrant.

Zhao Bi and Qiu Baiwei did not go over and bother them, and quietly walked away in the last afterglow of the sunset.

They are going to have supper.

Today is Mid-Autumn Festival. The two went to have a meal of clear soup and hotpot. When they returned to school, the night was already deep, and the bright moon hanging in the sky was a little rounder than yesterday.

On the Osmanthus Tree Road, Zhao Bi and Qiu Baiwei strolled in it.

"Why are you bringing me here?" Qiu Baiwei asked.

"Tonight is Mid-Autumn Festival." Zhao Bi looked up at Mingyue and said softly.

"I know." Qiu Baiwei looked at the bright moon.

Zhao Bi reached into her schoolbag with his right hand and pinched the stethoscope: "Do you miss home?"

He decided to use Baili's method, which seemed to be really effective. The main reason was that Zhao Bi himself lacked the experience of pursuing girls. Under normal circumstances, he was the passive party.

"I don't want to." Qiu Baiwei shook her head.

Zhao Bi's right hand froze slightly: "But, but this is not the first time you are not spending the Mid-Autumn Festival at home?"

"So what?" Qiu Baiwei looked at Zhao Bi strangely.

"Do you miss home?" Zhao Bi asked again.

Qiu Baiwei then shook her head and responded.

Zhao Bi was a little confused. What should I do if I do this situation? Teacher Baili didn’t say it.

"What do you want to do?" Qiu Baiwei looked puzzled.

"Oh, it's okay." Zhao Bi pulled out his right hand, then opened the transparent umbrella and came to a osmanthus tree to shake it hard.

Damn, why didn’t the osmanthus fall?

Zhao Bi stared blankly at the empty umbrella roof.

Qiu Baiwei looked at Zhao Bi like a fool: "You are in Gan Shenmo."

"you guess?"

Zhao Bi stopped shaking his left hand, held the umbrella stiffly, and looked at Qiu Baiwei.

Qiu Baiwei walked over, looked at Zhao Bi's shape carefully, and then looked at the dark night again.

After thinking for a long time, he finally said with surprise.

"Do you want to see if there are any ghosts?"

"Ah?" Zhao Bi's thoughts were not as good as Qiu Baiwei.

Qiu Baiwei said suddenly: "Did you also heard Zhang Zhen tell ghost stories in your dormitory last night?"

“…”

"I didn't expect you to be so brave." Qiu Baiwei came under the umbrella and looked nervously at the umbrella roof: "Last night, Beibei just said that a senior sister died behind Building B, so it was very evil. Should I go and have a look?"

"Do you want to go?"

"I'm a little scared."

The atmosphere of dating has been destroyed. Zhao Bi has forgotten that in 2002, Zhang Zhen's ghost accident was already popular in colleges and universities across the country.

Damn, thanks to Boss Zhang for making my romance under the moon successfully turn into a gloomy under the moon. Zhao Bi felt very sorry for her.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, there is no such thing in the world."

"Is that true?"

The voice was a little gloomy, and Zhao Bi looked down. He saw Qiu Baiwei taking out the flashlight from somewhere and shining it up from her chin, her expression was distorted and her hair was disheveled.

"Damn it."

Zhao Bi was shocked and threw the umbrella directly, jumping to the side.

"Hehehe." Seeing Zhao Bi's cowardly appearance, Qiu Baiwei put away the flashlight and pressed her hair behind her shoulders: "Are you going?"

"I...a little sleepy."
Chapter completed!