If God Has Love

Chapter 2

The first time they met more than a year ago was when he was in high school. His first love was so beautiful that she almost took Zhang Song's soul away. From then on, he had no appetite. Love was deeply rooted in his heart.

Now that the two had separated, there was no news of his beautiful girlfriend. Although Zhang Song hated her, he did not deny it. He still loved her deeply as always. Zhang Song missed her day and night, but he could not say it out loud.

The night slowly slipped away and time shuttled back and forth.

Zhang Song shook his head hard to drive away the complex emotions in his mind. Hatred? It should be. Who could say anything that hated him? Love? It continued. If she did not love, how could she think about it every day and night?

Unconsciously, Zhang Song fell asleep in a myriad of thoughts. He was still holding a gift for his beloved girl. Would that day come?

In the dream, Zhang Song ran around. Was he looking for his beloved person? Or was he looking for the road of his life?

###Chapter2,The Love of Mu Xinle

In the early morning, when a ray of soft sunshine shone into the house from the window, the birds began to sing for the whole day. Zhang Song woke up in the chirping of the birds. He began to do housework almost every day.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he went to the kitchen to make a fire and finish all the housework. Zhang Song and his mother were having simple breakfast together.

After breakfast, he cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, said goodbye to his mother, and got a suitable bicycle from the outside house to the school quickly. Zhang Song lived in a remote location, and he had to help his mother do some housework in the morning, so he got up an hour earlier than others every day, so that he could go to school without being late.

When he arrived at the university, he parked his car and went straight to his class, as cold as he was.

"Little Jiu, you came very early today." A long-faced man, who was neither fat nor thin about 1.6 meters tall, greeted Zhang Song, who was walking to his seat.

Sitting on the seat, Zhang Song said with a cold face, "Qihan Yong, this is the 67th warning I will give you. Call me Zhang Song. Don't call me Xiao Jiu. I'll turn against you." The man who looked for Zhang Song was called Bao Hanyong. Like Su Xiang, he was one of Zhang Song's sworn brothers.

That day, the eight of them became sworn brothers in front of the second master of the Guan family, the Buddha statue. To be fair, they lined up according to their age. In this way, no one had any reason to say that it was unfair. To be angry? Who made you born late? Therefore, the big brother's seat was undoubtedly taken by the 'Youngerness' Zhang Fei, who was 19. The second eldest brother Zhang Jun, the third, the fourth, the fifth, Zuo Zhixing. Among them, Su Xiang ranked the eighth, and Bai Hanyong ranked the seventh, while Zhang Song ranked the last. There were nine people who got married this time, but because Tang Yanwen transferred school because of moving, he failed. However, the eight people included him. Therefore, the title of the sixth brother belonged to Tang Yanwen, who did not show up this time.

The man named Bao Hanyong, who was called Zhang Song, knew that Zhang Song was joking with him, but he did not continue to call Xiao Jiu, "Zhang Song, I heard from Su Xiang that you are going out recently, is that true?"

Zhang Song did not deny it, but he did not answer Ai Hanyong. He just tilted his head and stared at Su Xiang with cold eyes. If his eyes could turn into knives, Zhang Song would have killed Su Xiang hundreds of times. "Stop talking nonsense. There's no secret when it comes to you. Just wait and see how I can make trouble for you after school."

Su Xiang, who had been watching Zhang Song and Bao Hanyong's fight, was sweating on his forehead. Not for Zhang Song's words, but for Zhang Song's cold and sharp eyes at the moment.

Before Su Xiang could explain, Zhang Song said seriously, "That's right. If there's no accident, I'll be there in the next two weeks."

At this time, the big brother Zhang Fei, who had been focused on reading the novel, suddenly said, "Is it because of the fee problem? But you also know that the outside world is not as simple as you think. Without interpersonal relations, education, qualifications, it is difficult to establish a foothold in the society. It is even very easy to be sent into the media. The recent news often reports."

Zhang Jun and the others also nodded, indicating that what Zhang Fei said was right.

Zhang Song smiled knowingly and said faintly, "I know you're worried about me, but I'm not young anymore. It's time for me to go outside and have a look. The stage here is too small, and the Vast Thousand Worlds outside is our real stage. Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself. I just have a favor to ask you to help me solve. After I leave, you should take care of my mother as much as possible."

Everyone knew that Zhang Song was ready to leave. Without any words, they all silently prayed for this sensible and filial brother in their hearts.

What was brotherhood? It was a boundless blessing and concern. Although there was no words, the tacit understanding of the heart was the best way to express it.

"Don't worry, take good care of yourself outside. We are at home." At this moment, Zhang Fei and his seven fellows made a promise to Zhang Song in one voice.

Zhang Song did not say anything else. He knew that gratitude was unnecessary and foreign to the eight of them. What was friendship? What was brotherhood? This was friendship. This was brotherhood. There was no need for decorations. Everything was done naturally.

With the ringing of the bell, they worked day after day—study, and started from their conversation.

They repeated their daily life, studied, and played games.

The sun was setting, and a day's time was about to pass.

At this time, it was already the last class in the afternoon. According to the rules of the school, there would be a class meeting on Monday afternoon every week, but in order to improve the school's learning rate, the headmaster would improve the school's fame and special principles. If nothing serious happened, the students would change the classes into self-study.

In the self-study class, Zhang Fei spent a whole day and finally finished reading a neither thin nor thick novel. Closing the book, Zhang Fei suddenly said, "The football league starts today. Today seems to be Class One against Class Six, and tomorrow is Class Seven. Are you ready?"

Zhang Jun said confidently, "Seventh Class? I can guarantee that before the end of the half, Class Seven will be completely defeated. The champion of the football league will only be our Class Two."

Zhang Han and others also agreed. They talked a lot. However, they did not notice that Zhang Song left his seat with the book and came to the last empty seat in the classroom at this time. They did not know what he said to the girl sitting in the room. After listening, the girl moved inside. Zhang Song sat down by the chance and put down the book. He slept without hesitation and stopped talking to the girl beside him. The girl looked at him from time to time and wanted to say something, but she stopped when she was about to say it. It seemed that she did not want to disturb his peace at the moment. Was she caring? Or did she hate him making use of class time to sleep? Only she knew, but who could she talk to?

It was not until Zhang Fei and others talked about Zhang Song that they found he was not in their seats. They looked up and found Zhang Song sleeping in the front corner. They did not wake him up, but let him continue to sleep. They sighed and continued their conversation. But this time, their voices were much lower. They were afraid that the voice was too loud, waking up Zhang Song who was asleep.

He slept well, at least Zhang Song thought so. The bell didn't wake him up from his deep sleep until the end of the class. Originally, the class was extremely noisy, so the students would meet each other in groups to have dinner together. But today, because Zhang Song was sleeping alone, the noisy sound disappeared, replaced by a surprisingly quiet one, perhaps because everyone was afraid. After all, people's shadows were well-known in the school. Zhang Song and other people were famous for being the king of fighting in the school. There were even rumors that they often stayed with the outside gangsters. Not only for the sake of classmates, but also for the sake of not being tortured in the school, they didn't want to annoy this odious man. So they left the classroom cautiously.

Zhang Fei, Zhang Song, and the others had wanted to wake Zhang Song up to have dinner together. Perhaps out of concern, the girl beside Zhang Song stopped them in time and whispered to them to ask them to leave so that Zhang Song could continue to sleep. The crowd looked at the class monitor and Zhang Song who was sleeping soundly. Speechlessly, they lined up and left in silence, leaving only Zhang Song and the girl in the classroom.

The girl's name was Mu Xinyi. She had a cold temperament, like an orchid in the empty valley. She was recognized as a beauty in this school, the campus belle. At this time, she was not angry because Zhang Song's sleep delayed her time to eat.

His flowing long hair mixed with a trace of white hair. Perhaps due to lack of nutrition, his face was slightly pale. His handsome face and his thin figure showed that he was a handsome man. When she carefully stared at this handsome young man, the young girl's heart didn't feel a bit of pain. Was he pitying the young man beside her? Or sympathy? It was hard to explain.

She secretly asked herself whether he had barged into her heart? Why was her heart inexplicably touched as soon as he saw him? Why was her calm heart beat because of his appearance? However, did she know that in her heart, she quietly loved him? Every time she saw him and his girlfriend laughing happily, there was a kind of bleeding excitement in her heart. She even imagined that the girl in his arms was her. How perfect it should be? She clearly remembered that at noon a year ago when he suddenly walked up to her and kissed her. Although he blushed, she was very happy in her heart and even wanted to hug him. She always hoped that he was her princess. Every time she went out to fight, she would secretly worry for him, worrying that he would get injured. Last time when she saw him fighting for someone who didn't love him at all, she felt sad, but more worried. She was afraid that he would get hurt again and watch him get beaten and bled, so she tried to stop it, but she was afraid of others' gossip. In the end, she was happy that he had abandoned the girl he loved in front of all the students. At that time, she thought she had a chance to be with him, but she didn't expect that since then, he would completely freeze her heart. Except for his so-called brothers, he was unwilling to talk too much with anyone. He changed, like a walking corpse who had lost his soul, had no words, didn't smile, there was only cold eyes, and a ruthless figure. The old man couldn't see his previous happiness from him. But her heart never changed. Until now, she still stood beside him and loved him as before.