Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 317 The Most Romantic Thing - Read You
What a beautiful Xia Yang?
That little boy, isn't he beautiful?

The proprietress Xuan Hua glanced at her son, then at the pale-faced Xia Yang.

Actually, really, really handsome.

When I saw that little boy just now, my heart trembled slightly, even though I had seen countless people.

These two people really match each other.

The proprietress Xuan Hua turned her head and glanced at her son, suddenly, she didn't know what to say.

My son's aesthetics are good, follow her!

That little boy suddenly wanted to recognize his eldest brother, there must be something wrong.

He stretched out his rich little hand, and tugged at the corner of his wife's clothes.

This little boy is not lacking in heart.

This father is dereliction of duty!

She thought that the old man would educate and talk to his son about life and ideals in a timely manner, from poetry to philosophy of life, and from philosophy of life to how to make friends with girls.

After all, back then, when the old man chased her, it was a routine.

Although they were childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts, the old man also walked a long and not short road to marry.

Why doesn't my own son have any genetic inheritance?

Ok?The boss Liu Fen took a look at that rich little hand, then opened his eyes wide and looked at his old woman, what?

Apart from the setting sun and beautiful flowers and plants, there are beautiful young men and women around here, so what is there to be nervous about?

The proprietress Xuan Hua glanced at her wife beside her, what a pig-brain, what are you doing staring at her.

Ok?The boss, Liu Fen, moved a little closer to his old woman, and reached out to grab the rich hand that was holding his sleeve. Don't be afraid, he is here.

What are you pulling?The proprietress Xuan Hua glared at her ignorant wife, and withdrew her hand, okay, she should come to relieve her son herself.

This old man has always been unreliable.

The boss Liu Fen opened his eyes wide, and immediately blinked a few times quickly. Did he get it wrong?

The proprietress Xuan Hua glanced at her husband, then looked at her son, with a smile on her face instantly, "Son, in fact, you are too simple, too kind, and too affectionate."

"Yeah." Boss Liu Fen hurriedly echoed, glanced at Xuan Hua, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Follow your mother, hehe, that son, did you send a love letter after all?"

I talked for a long time just now, but I didn't mention the love letter.

Hmm, love letters?

The proprietress Xuan Hua opened her phoenix eyes slightly, she turned her head away and looked at her gossiping wife.

When is this, still thinking about love letters?
"See what I do?" The boss Liu Fen said uninterestedly, "Son, continue, let me sum up my experience for you."

"Okay." Liu Ruixuan smiled.

Lessons Learned?

My father's gossiping expression, as well as the frequent small interactions and secret glances with my mother, are clearly showing off, love!
Who said that secret love is a tree that doesn't bloom.

Straight lovesickness is useless, but melancholy is innocent.

Xia Yang is right, those who understand know how to give up, those who are sincere know how to sacrifice, for those who do not love themselves, they must understand, give up and bless, too much self-love will only embarrass others and wrong themselves.

Liu Ruixuan turned his head slightly to look at Zhu Yan and Xia Yang. Those people lived in his heart, but they lived in other people's lives.

His secret love has come to an end. From now on, he will get along well with Qingqing and cherish the person in front of him.

Later that day, in the afterglow of the evening, he finally did not sit down to finish the evening banquet with Xia Yang.

He calmed his breath, raised his head inadvertently, and Zhu Yan, who was six or seven tables away, was gone.

At that moment, his brain returned to normal in an instant.

His goal is to follow Zhu Yan, find her college, class, and even dormitory.

He looked at the tofu nao in front of him, picked up the spoon, shook it, and put it down again.

Now, it should be worthwhile to chase them out.

I want to find you, call out your name, and open the box of happiness!
"Thank you for your help, you two will use it slowly."

"Come on, let's eat together." Xia Yang grabbed his sleeve, "Brother, your appetite is a bit small."

"Ahem," Liu Ruixuan glanced at Xia Yang beside him, and then at the slender hand, feeling a little dizzy again, turned his head away quickly, stared at the tofu nao in front of him, blinked quickly a few times, and calmed down.

The goal now is not to organize F3, but to chase Zhu Yan!
"I'm full, thank you Xia Yang." Liu Ruixuan gently pulled out his pulled sleeve, "I'm Liu Ruixuan, Wendao Liu, the wise Rui, the publicity Xuan, I will see you later, brother."

After finishing speaking, he smiled politely at Xia Yang and the handsome face opposite him, turned around, and left quickly.

No one can disturb his pursuit of happiness!

Even if it's the second brother, it won't work!
"Hey, Brother Liu, which department are you from?" Xia Yang's gentle voice came from behind, "How can I find you in the future?"

"Conservatory of music, piano department, junior."

Liu Ruixuan paused, turned his head and smiled, then turned and left.

"Okay, Brother Liu, you should be busy first, we will meet later." Xia Yang's gentle voice came from behind again.

Liu Ruixuan raised his right hand and waved towards Xia Yang, then walked out.

In fact, being the boss is pretty good.

He must organize this F3. From now on, he is no longer a carnival of one person, but a loneliness of three people.

Walking out of the restaurant's gate, looking around, there is no image of the beautiful woman.

After that day, there is no later.

From that day on, he never saw Zhu Yan again, nor did he see Xia Yang again.

He resumed his previous life of going to Jingbo Lake to check in and wandering around the campus all day long.

The same quiet lake, the same dusk, the same dining hall, the same library building, he even got the timing right, but Zhu Yan and Xia Yang seemed to have evaporated from the world without a trace.

He didn't even see the boy with the flat hair and thick eyebrows who liked to eat the leftover tofu he ate.

It seemed that the previous encounter was purely his own imagination, and there was no trace left behind.

At dusk, he began to be extra sensitive and infatuated.

When the afterglow of the evening gradually receded into colorful clouds in the western sky, the quiet campus suddenly became lively.

The girls are in groups of three or four, and they go to the library to borrow books together, or read quietly in a corner of the campus, or enjoy the beautiful evening by the quiet lake.

And he, when dusk came, still signed in by the quiet lake, watching the shadow of the setting sun fade behind the woods little by little, fully dyeing the lake surface, forming circles of golden ripples, and then slowly fading away.

Suddenly, a voice with a smile came from the campus radio station.

Jingyun Xiangwan?

He was slightly taken aback, why didn't he find out before, and this show?

The voice from the radio was soft and melodious, and the melody was gentle, just like those women in the distant ages with a faint fragrance and sleeves, gentle and beautiful, with an intellectual and rational breath in the air.

Listening to the sound of the pearls and jade being filled in the air, the evening of that day was enveloped in a tranquil and secluded charm.

So much so that now, when I think of it, it is still so peaceful and quiet, like an ink landscape painting that is permanently frozen there, never fades, never changes.

He thought that, hearing that voice, he would be involuntarily moved, and he thought of that blue and white figure again.

Fifteen days have passed since the previous meeting.

He suddenly realized that he didn't hear Zhu Yan's voice, and he wondered indiscriminately whether it was like this, which made people feel peaceful.

Life is still as usual, eating, sleeping, practicing the piano, clocking in by the lake, listening to the radio, and occasionally going to the library to bask in the sun.

It's just that his world is much darker than before.

Several times, he actually wanted to rush to the radio station to see what kind of girl that intellectual and quiet voice came from.

However, another voice in his heart told him that he could not go, that person was not Zhu Yan.

Leave yourself some room for imagination!

There are many musical instrument rooms in the Conservatory of Music, but he likes the piano room on the first floor most often.

There are carved iron windows, mahogany doors with traces of time, and ivy with a taste of memory, spreading from the ground to the fourth floor, crossing the roof, and hanging down again.

That piano room is where he practices piano in the afternoon from Monday to week.

When passing by one morning, I faintly heard the sound of a piano not far away, and listened with bated breath, only to realize that it came from that old piano room.As he got closer, he realized that a figure was sitting with his back to the door.

That figure, with long black hair, was tied high into a ponytail, hanging behind his head, wearing a beige dress, the skirt fell neatly at his feet, looking at that figure, he suddenly thought of That blue and white figure came.

But that person never showed up.

After that, every morning at the same time, the sound of the piano would come, when he passed by on time.The music did not stop, the time did not stop, and the voices of the evening did not stop, until the end of mid-spring and the arrival of late spring.

From early morning to wrong, from reality to fantasy.

He actually felt that Zhu Yan seemed to be there all the time, but the reality reminded him again and again that she had never appeared.

He still clearly remembered that morning.

He passed by as usual, and the familiar song came from the room, that song, his favorite song-read you.

"I don't get tired of reading you a thousand times / Reading you feels like March / Romantic season, intoxicating poetry.

Between your eyebrows, lock my love / between your lips and teeth, keep my oath.

Everything about you moves around my sight.You are my poem, I never get tired of reading you a thousand times..."

At that moment, he was stunned suddenly, his eyes were slightly watery, and he heard the familiar voice again, the clean and well-spoken voice of the campus radio station at dusk.

At the end of the song, he, forgot, turned and left.

The girl got up, stood on the side of the piano, gently closed the piano cover, and glanced at him inadvertently.

Neck like a swan, eyes as bright as spring water!
He suddenly felt tears welling up in his eyes.

You are always there!
I thought my memory was blurred, but I still remember that ancient flower stand, the shiny piano next to the flower stand, you who played the piano seriously by the piano, with a peaceful face, and the faint music in the room, you gently sang the song "Reading you"……

　Thanks for the reward of blackmail development!

　　Uh uh, this name stunned me for a while.

　　Hahaha.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)