Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 376 The Most Romantic Thing - Acacia

"Long-term lovesickness, long-term lovesickness, short-term lovesickness, endlessness, I knew it was so confusing, why didn't I know each other at the beginning."

Xia Yang repeated it, and turned to look at the crescent moon in the western sky.

"Li Bai's words?" Luo Yan glanced at Liu Ruixuan, and then at Xia Yang.

"En." Xia Yang responded without looking back.

Luo Yan turned her head to look at Liu Ruixuan, and stopped for a moment.

Look at him again?
What do you mean?
Liu Ruixuan looked around at the two people in front of him, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

This is halftime?

Or, are we going to change the subject again?

"There are three thousand weak waters, just take one scoop, all thoughts in the world of mortals, only fall in love with one person."

Xia Yang's gentle voice came over.

"This is what senior Xia Yang wants to pursue?" Luo Yan looked at Xia Yang, was silent for a moment, took a deep look at Liu Ruixuan, lowered her head, and raised her head in an instant.

Ok?Liu Ruixuan was taken aback for a moment, then looked at him again!
"I once read an article about ten years of lovesickness." Luo Yan said, "I was so moved that I cried."

"Huh?" Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but respond, "Let's hear it."

After finishing speaking, I couldn't help but want to slap myself twice.

Who can recite the articles they have read? It would be good if they can remember a few words.

"I don't remember very clearly, but I still remember some of the first few paragraphs." Luo Yan thought for a while, then nodded to Liu Ruixuan, "I can't remember where I saw it, or someone mentioned it to me. Relevant: It is said that the plane tree is a symbol of romance."

What?Luo Yan also knows that the plane tree is a symbol of romance?
Liu Ruixuan looked at Luo Yan, or did everyone in Jingyun know about it?
"What's wrong with the senior?" Luo Yan paused, her eyes slightly opened on her fair face, "Did I say something wrong?"

ah?Is your expression so obvious?
Liu Ruixuan raised his eyebrows slightly, cleared his throat, "No."

It seems that everyone knows Jingyun, the romantic plane tree.

"Yeah." Luo Yan laughed lightly, took a deep look at Liu Ruixuan, glanced at the streetlight above her head, and laughed, "Then I will continue, the sentence just now is the beginning of the article I said .”

What?Liu Ruixuan blinked, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught Luo Yan's gaze, and the corner of his mouth twitched again.

Don't most people know?
Who is the author of this article?
Know it?
Keke, okay.Nor was this romance invented by him.

Liu Ruixuan opened his mouth, and before he could speak, he heard Xia Yang's voice.

"En." Xia Yang responded, looked up at the deep sky above his head, lowered his head again, and laughed lightly.

"Okay." Luo Yan responded, and sniffed softly, "The rain in the south of the Yangtze River began to drip, and the whole city was wrapped in the mist of rain, half hazy and half wet."

"Through the ancient panes, the phoenix tree next to the window is full of the autumn charm of the south of the Yangtze River: after the autumn rain, it slowly turns yellow, stained with the traces of time."

Cough cough, Liu Ruixuan listened, and couldn't help but glance at Luo Yan in front left from the corner of his eye.

What a beautiful text!

Suddenly some familiar illusions!
He seems to have seen this kind of text somewhere, the simple words, the most concise sentences, but the most beautiful words spliced ​​together, unconsciously, the emotion has been written into the readers' eyes and hearts.

Luo Yan turned her head slightly, looked at the street lamp and the parasol tree on the opposite side, and a slightly low voice sounded slowly:

"In the breath of rain, inadvertently overflowing the pages of books that are gradually piled up on the table, the past is flying like a butterfly, filling every crevice of the soul."

A shallow laughter came faintly: a small wish is like a rain of carmine wet petals, half pure, half rich and gaudy. "

Liu Ruixuan glanced to the left at the pedestrians on the road.

I guessed in my heart that the author of this beautiful article should be a girl because it is so delicate.

No, no, to be precise, it should be a female student.

"In the rain flowers flying all over the sky, I met a group of friends. They worked hard in their respective squares, painting their own colors: long or short, sharp or reserved. However, they are all kind and more sincere .

Not shy away from pointing out the shortcomings that I don't want to show, but also affirming my unique style without hesitation. "

What?style?Is this girl still writing novels?

Liu Ruixuan was startled for a moment, lowered his eyes, and looked at the road at his feet.

The campus is full of gray and white concrete roads, and cobblestone paths that pass through the forest and across the lawn. There is only a spacious boulevard, which is a gray and black asphalt road, with French plane trees on both sides. The campus leads directly to Jingyun's library building.

Could it be that the girl is also at Jingyun Normal University?
Luo Yan's voice came over again: "The well-intentioned comments and elegant conversations attracted me, and also enriched the colors of autumn, making the sky blue after the autumn rain, so the sky was transparent and dazzling blue.

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River fell one after another, year after year, and I suddenly remembered that the memory of many years ago, the gaze I stared at many years ago, was clear and persistent.So, now, many years later, his eyes are clearer and more persistent. "

Ok?stopped?
Liu Ruixuan was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked at Luo Yan.

The originally unpleasant sound quality, when uttering these words, unexpectedly, there is also a trace of spring water flowing from the mountain stream.

Looking at Luo Yan's slightly sideways face, a thought suddenly popped up.

Couldn't this article be written by Luo Yan?
Otherwise, how could she remember?

Why, so full of voice and emotion?
Liu Ruixuan stared at Luo Yan's fair face, looked and looked, thought and thought.

But, suddenly speaking of this beautiful article, what is the intention?

Xia Yang was just like before, Yushu stood aside facing the wind, looking at the clear first quarter moon in the western sky, and the orange street lamps, outlining the handsome facial contours.

Second brother, also impressed by this literary talent?
Cough cough, besides, he also likes it very much.

I always feel like I've seen this kind of writing style and writing method, but I can't remember it for a while.

Luo Yan, this memory is really good!
There are only a dozen or so songs he has written, and he can still memorize the lyrics by humming along with the tune!

As for the words he wrote, he never remembers them.

It's not that he is willful, it's just that he has never had the habit of reciting his own words!

Liu Ruixuan looked at Luo Yan, "Why did you stop, keep going."

"I can't remember the following content." Luo Yan smiled and lowered her head slightly, "After all, the author is not me."

Ok?Liu Ruixuan was slightly startled when he heard the words, hehe.

He guessed wrong again!
Wait, soldiers are not tired of deceit, there is no deep meaning!
"Ahem." Luo Yan chuckled lightly, "At that time, I saw a book by accident, and picked up a few passages. Later, the book was taken away by the deskmate, and later, the book was unknown. gone."

Huh?extract?

It's a good habit!
He also has the habit of excerpting.

A smile slipped across Liu Ruixuan's eyes, and he responded softly, "Oh."

Pity!
"Then, do you still remember the title of this article?" Liu Ruixuan asked unwillingly.

It would be a pity not to read such a beautiful article!
Although regret is also a kind of beauty, but in his dictionary, pursuing hard is the best.

Cough cough, pursue hard.

Liu Ruixuan suddenly remembered that his crush had just ended.

A pursuit that cannot be fulfilled, a love that pays attention to sadness.

Before he even had time to vigorously pursue him, Zhu Yan ruthlessly rejected him.

Striving to pursue, it seems to be Xia Yang, right?

Liu Ruixuan lowered his eyes silently, and glanced at the quiet screen beside him from the corner of his eye.

"One step closer, it's lovesickness, not love. Feelings are like dust, but they are always so meticulous." Xia Yang's voice suddenly came over.

Ok?Liu Ruixuan looked at Xia Yang, what?

Second brother, this screen is a bit uneasy.

He was asking about Luo Yan.

The second younger brother's poetry flourishes again?
"I've seen this article too." Xia Yang smiled slightly, glanced at Luo Yan, then turned to look at Liu Ruixuan, "Brother, haven't you seen it before?"

Ok?Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but widen his eyes, and after a while, he narrowed them again, "No."

Why have they all seen it?

Is he the only one who hasn't seen it?

Is it the difference between those who study philosophy and those who study music?
wrong!Liu Ruixuan quickly denied this sudden thought.

Luo Yan also studied music, why did she also read it?
A gust of warm wind blew by, Liu Ruixuan woke up slightly, looked left and right at Luo Yan who was wearing a sweet smile in front of him, and Xia Yang who was suddenly full of poetry and wind.

A flash came to mind, both of them had someone they liked and could miss, but he didn't.

"Remember," Luo Yan replied softly, "The title of this article is "Lovesickness"."

Ok?Acacia?
Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but startled.

This time, he guessed right.

What Xia Yang said just now, long-term lovesickness is long-term lovesickness, short-term lovesickness is endless.

It turned out that they were talking about lovesickness and red beans.

Come to see red beans bloom again in spring / I don’t see any lovers to pick them / Fireworks embrace customs and love is not true / Most willing to forget ancient poems / The most dismissive is lovesickness...

(End of this chapter)