Next Stop, Jiahe Wanggang

On the eve of the 2010 Asian Games, at the Jiahe Wanggang Station that had just opened, I held the employment notice from the Suijian Testing Center and ran into Yang Jie. She stood under the sign "Go to the North Airport, go to the South-South Station", twirling the test report with her fingertips, and her profile was soft. I am deeply involved in the power struggle between Gan Sen and Luo Rong, and I can only find peace by meeting Yang Jie on the platform. We waited side by side for the bus, chatting about work complications and workplace disputes. The rumors about Jiahe Wanggang were the secret background. On a rainy night, I held an umbrella and asked, "Would you like to go to the next stop?" We often date secretly in the transfer corridor, and she always has hot milk tea waiting for me. She was looking forward to saying goodbye to her underground love, and I promised to take her to escape after standing firm, but she didn't know that there were countless forks in this platform. I met An Zhiran during disaster relief in Wenchuan. Although we were bound, we still kept our agreement with Yangjie, but she gradually climbed up the ladder, and finally I saw her holding Luorong to accept the gift box. I waited for her at Jiahewanggang all night. She smelled of alcohol and said she wanted to take a shortcut, then turned around and disappeared on the southbound platform. As the song goes: "At the next stop, we will go our separate ways and break up at night in Jiahe Wanggang." My eyes are red and I let love go away. Later, I found out about the subway test fraud and decided to support Zhong Ji in reporting it. An Zhiran accompanied her to collect evidence, but found out that the man behind the scenes was her father, Liao Changqing. After a lucky escape, I met An Zhiran again at Jiahe Wanggang. She begged for forgiveness with tears in her eyes. I looked at her and thought of Yang Jie, and said softly: "We are all right, it's just that the wind on this platform blows us in different directions." The storm subsided, Gan Sen absconded, and the testing center changed its medicine. Before I left Guangzhou, I visited Jiahe Wanggang again. The crowd was still there, but there was no one offering hot milk tea. This bifurcated path of joy and sorrow ultimately sealed my youth and love.