Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 377 - The Most Romantic Thing
Suddenly I remembered that old love song.

A gust of warm wind blew by, and Liu Ruixuan blinked slightly.

Ok?Where is the singing coming from?
I turned around and found the source of the sound, Xia Yang?

"Come to see the red beans bloom again in spring / I don't see a lover to pick them / Fireworks embrace customs and romantic feelings are not there / Most willing to forget ancient poems / The most dismissive is lovesickness..."

Ok?Liu Ruixuan looked at Xia Yang.

The love song he just thought of, Second Brother, actually hummed it out.

When did they have such a tacit understanding?

"Senior Xia Yang," a surprised expression flashed across Luo Yan's face, she glanced at Liu Ruixuan, and then at Xia Yang, "This song is really nice."

"En." Xia Yang responded, turning his head away, "Old song, "Red Bean"."

Yes, oldies.

Old songs are delicious!Classic, forever, forever.

Liu Ruixuan silently praised Xia Yang in his heart.

However, he still wanted to listen to the "Lovesickness", looking at Xia Yang who turned his head away, he hesitated for a moment.

If you speak out now, will your sense of existence be highlighted?

Looking at Luo Yan's current situation, she seems to have forgotten what she just confessed.

Liu Ruixuan thought and thought, thought and thought, lowered his eyes slightly, forget it, let's ask later when we are eating.

"Senior Xia Yang, have you read that "Lovesickness" too?" Luo Yan's voice came over, extremely sweet.

Liu Ruixuan smiled and looked at Luo Yan, just in time to see her glance over.

Heck, is he that obvious?
"Yeah." Xia Yang turned around, and smiled calmly, "I've seen it, haven't you finished it?"

"I've finished reading, but I don't have any impressions." Luo Yan lowered her head and laughed, "Senior Xia Yang, do you still have any impressions?"

"En." Xia Yang responded, looked left and right at Luo Yan and Liu Ruixuan, "Do you want to listen?"

"Uh-huh."

Liu Ruixuan and Luo Yan smiled at each other, and looked towards Xia Yang.

"Ahem," Xia Yang cleared his throat, turned his head slightly, and looked at the first quarter moon in the western sky, his warm voice rang in his ears.

"Suddenly, I recalled Stendhal's epitaph that I saw a few years ago: lived, loved, and wrote."

What?What he wants to hear is "Lovesickness", the beautiful text "Lovesickness"!
What does this have to do with Stendhal?
Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but rolled his eyes at Xia Yang.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Luo Yan, and quickly looked away.

Cough cough, Luo Yan is looking at him!

Looking at him again!

Well, he'd better have less sense of presence!
Liu Ruixuan looked at Xia Yang, and the first quarter moon was still so bright and beautiful, just like the lovesick red bean, it was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Or, the time can be longer, the story can be older, so long that when you have a little emotion, you start to want to control it, so old that you can recall it, the green years of Dou Kou's youth are the eternity of the moment, or I can feel the uninterrupted thoughts of those years with gray hair or long hair fluttering."

Ok?The epitaph just now is from "Lovesickness"?
Liu Ruixuan looked at Xia Yang's handsome profile, and listened carefully.

"I received a beautifully bound book, so I touched my thoughts many years ago, and everything started to have a decent start. In other words, the tone of the story has been interpreted in a long time."

Xia Yang's gentle voice sounded in the warm wind, with a different kind of feeling.

Liu Ruixuan suddenly discovered a problem, Xia Yang's memory is too good, right?
When did he see this?
This year, last year or the past?
"Through youth and memory, so many years later, the story still has no end.

And I have long been used to moving forward, as I imagined back then: in the rainy south of the Yangtze River, among the gray and white pavilions, listening to songs.Began to be silent, more persistent, clear eyes, never stopped and never said anything. "

Cough cough, how many years?The story still has no end?

Liu Ruixuan's heart tightened for no reason, and suddenly he remembered what Xia Yang said before, that girl who likes to write, is unhappy later?

Would Xia Yang know the girl who wrote the essay?
Or, the girl who wrote the article, that is, is the author of this "Lovesickness"?
Liu Ruixuan couldn't help looking at Xia Yang, that familiar profile, that warm voice!

"Yichuan Tobacco, the city is full of wind, and the plums are yellow and rainy.

The light rain knocked on the window lattice, rippling out boundless nostalgia: Who once held up a light blue umbrella and swayed past in the light rain with a large floral dress, leaving boundless nostalgia and gratitude.

All the good times of summer are gathered in the rain at this moment, and suddenly I recall an ancient word:

One journey through the mountains, one journey through the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, with thousands of lights in the middle of the night.As soon as the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dreams of the hometown are broken, and there is no such sound in the hometown. "

This word is so familiar!
One pair for life people!

Oh, no, the words of Nalan Rongruo, the author who said just now that life is only as if seen at the beginning!

This author also likes Nalan?

Liu Ruixuan blinked, he also likes Nalan, Xia Yang and Luo Yan mentioned it just now.

Now the author of "Lovesickness" actually mentioned it.

Is this a coincidence?
Does Luo Yan seem to be unresponsive?
Out of the corner of Liu Ruixuan's eye, she glanced at Luo Yan on the left. She was smiling slightly, with her chin raised slightly, looking at him just like before!

Ahem, Liu Ruixuan quickly looked away.

Is this Luo Yan listening to "Lovesickness"?

Or are you looking at him openly in the name of listening to "Lovesickness"?

well!This question is difficult to answer.

Let it be handled by his brand mentor Xia Yang.

As for him, just be the boss quietly and listen to songs and beautiful essays.

"So, pour a cup of light tea, in the summer solstice rain, in the gently rippling tea fragrance, sip carefully, lightly drink. Accompanied by the wind, listening to the rain, feeling the monotonous and repetitive changes of the seasons .”

Ok?weak tea?Xia Yu?Change of seasons?
Liu Ruixuan's mind was spinning rapidly.

This Wensi jumps so fast.

He also likes tea!
Hearing from Principal Cao that his senior sister Fengyun also likes to drink tea, since then, he has been secretly concerned about it. He thought it was because the senior sister also drank plain water.

Later, I learned that people tasted the tea ceremony, felt the exquisite tea art, and appreciated the tea-like life.

And his favorite tea is that cup of warm boiled water.

Once upon a time, a bottle of fruit juice drink was the favorite of teenagers.

But now, I have already passed through the age of teens, one foot is about to step into the threshold at the beginning of the word "two", and the other foot is still staying in the door of teenage years, I don't want to leave.

That cup of boiled water has become his favorite "tea".

Drink all kinds of water, taste all kinds of tea, warm or boiling, fragrant or strong, bitter or sweet.

Life is moving forward little by little in such various teas and waters.

Occasionally, the moonlight in the western sky is very good.

The moonlight fell down, and it was a hazy, shining white.That curved hooked marigold is reflected in the sight of it.

Suddenly thought of two sentences: The moon hangs outside the west window, and the shadows of the trees are dancing.

This kind of moonlight, this kind of night, this kind of light and moon shadow, it is suitable to hold a cup of tea and taste the faint fragrance...

(End of this chapter)