Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 378 The Most Romantic Thing - Ten Years
There are often encounters in a person's life, and not every paragraph is touched.

Liu Ruixuan looked at Xia Yang's profile, and suddenly remembered the little bits and pieces from before.

It suddenly occurred to me that this article was written by the legendary sister Zhao Yun, right?

In the winter of that year, in his freshman year of high school, he discovered that his senior sister liked to drink tea, green tea and black tea.

He also bid farewell to various fruit juices, and began to like drinking tea.

And from that moment on, he suddenly began to realize that there is actually green in winter, which is the color of tea.

A cup of good tea can retain its own fragrance and flavor with style, and so should people.

He repeated and firmly remembered that sentence, and what he remembered was the smile in that winter. He began to understand that when he was proud, he should take it lightly, and he had to use his heart and brain to dress up his life and improve his personality. life height.

After the seasons passed away in turns, I suddenly looked back, only to find that life has unfolded a new landscape.

After that, there is no later.

Senior sister is the legend in the hearts of all Yunling people, and he is just one of many students.

Liu Ruixuan smiled softly, and looked towards the curved moon.

It was only after arriving at Jingyun that she realized that senior sister was not only Yunling's legend, but also Jingyun's legend.

Xia Yang's gentle voice came again, interrupting Liu Ruixuan's thoughts.

"In the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I am grateful for the distant mountains and rivers, and the nostalgia for the wind and snow; the boundless clarity of relief, the deep implication and the eloquent lingering.

I began to like the loneliness and elegance of the words more and more, those long or short sentences, just like those nights that were long or short, dark or light, read with the blue light..."

Ok?Liu Ruixuan held his breath and listened carefully, and then remembered the parting and inspirational words on Yunling's school wall. It seemed that he really had the style of a schoolgirl!

Could it be that it really belonged to the legendary senior sister?
But, who is that person that senior sister misses?

"However, outside the window, not far away, the rainwater dripped out a pool of emerald green, but at the junction of the water and the sky, a long clear sky has been slowly drawn.

In the cold spring, leaning on the railing to watch the waning moon in the west, feeling melancholy, who has met me before, turned into willow catkins?
The memory turned to spring, and I suddenly found that I was a little far away from my lovesickness, or it was getting farther and farther away. "

"Ahem," Liu Ruixuan couldn't help coughing.

Which bastard met the senior and left again?
He's going to beat that bastard!
Liu Ruixuan couldn't help clenching his fist in his pocket.

"Senior?" Luo Yan gently tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"Huh?" Liu Ruixuan turned around.

"Are you okay?" Luo Yan asked softly, looked at Liu Ruixuan, and cast a vague glance at Xia Yang.

"It's okay." Liu Ruixuan was startled for a moment, looked at the hand holding the corner of his clothes, and then at Luo Yan.

"Hehe, I'm sorry." Luo Yan chuckled twice, then withdrew her hand, "It's fine as long as it's okay."

Is it okay?What can he do?

Liu Ruixuan glanced at Luo Yan twice, then turned his head away again.

Fortunately, Xia Yang didn't notice it, and was still recalling "Lovesickness" with great emotion.

"The misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River is full of spring colors. The originally clear sky has rained at night. It is crisp or dense, like smoke or silk, I don't know, but I just open my eyes in the morning after the rain. , I saw the imprint of the full smoke and rain.

Before the gray dawn, I look back and pick up the past, but I can't read it, and I can't help but feel: my words and I have drifted apart. "

Ok?Liu Ruixuan's heart tightened for no reason, which bastard made the senior sister feel sad?
Red bean lovesickness, misty rain south of the Yangtze River!
No, he's going to beat that bastard!

Liu Ruixuan glanced at Luo Yan out of the corner of his eye, thinking, he must ask Xia Yang who that person is.

But unexpectedly found out, hey.

Luo Yan, doesn't seem to be looking at him?

"So, what about you? After many years, you and I will pass each other on the corner of the street. Even if we meet again, should we not know each other?
As time passed by in the rain, I became silent and a little lonely, as I imagined back then, everything seemed to be the same as before, but it was not like before, who met me before, and turned into Liu Fengxu..."

That bastard?
hiss!Liu Ruixuan let out a low cry in his heart, and the pain in his palm made him wake up immediately.

No wonder, the senior sister suddenly went to graduate school?

It turned out to be frustrated in love?

No wonder, when I went to see the senior sister, she had a cold face, like a jade lotus like an iceberg!
It turned out to be the case.

"Focus on the distance, set your eyes on the ocean, and don't care about the authenticity and short-term of every day. Ten years later, when I look back, I will have the air of smiling peacefully.

In the misty and rainy Jiangnan, a piece of memory is hazy: I turned to the page "Outside the Window" ten years ago, and saw the line on it.It suddenly occurred to me that the memory of many years ago is not gray and lonely at all. "

Ok?Has senior sister let go of it?

ten years?

Memories from ten years ago?

When he was in the third year of junior high school, the senior sister had already graduated from the third year of high school.

ten years ago?Junior high school memory?
Where to find this?
Liu Ruixuan suddenly became dizzy.

Can't help but look towards Xia Yang, junior high school?

Why does everyone's love affair begin earlier than him?

"In a courtyard with sparse flowers and trees, snuggle up on a wooden chair made of rattan, read a thread-bound Song Ci, and watch the sun dappled and the warmth sprinkled all over the ground. Standing with a smile, with a simple and elegant posture, the flowers bloom into a scene, the flowers completed poem.

A thin figure in a window, a half-roll of plain paper, between raising your hand and writing, time is getting farther and farther, just one line of words, after turning over, ten years have passed. "

Liu Ruixuan squeezed the hand in his pocket, ten years?
ten years?So familiar with the number of years! !

Xia Yang has been in love with Zhu Yan for ten years? !

Liu Rui looked at Xia Yang intently, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

Xia Yang, unexpectedly, can recite such a long beautiful essay.

A bit, strange!

"The Xuan window that has passed through the years and years, the plain paper and the thin pen, and the mist and rain falling between the brows, the gentle and brocade years. Let the clear and shallow words connect with the soul, and watch the petals gradually fall in the wind, gently poignant.

In this way, a stream of clouds lightly dresses up.Let the flowers and plants be fragrant, let the years walk, you see, when the rain falls, it is like your passing: no intentional, no obsession, the slight waves spread, from dawn to eternity. "

Cough, Liu Ruixuan almost coughed, and quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth.

The words are so beautiful.

It was so beautiful that he seemed to see that gentle senior sister who lit up the lamp at night to write letters, walked in the spring light, walked in the rain, and then looked back gently, lowered her eyebrows, her bright eyes were kind, and she became a beautiful picture, just like , In the spring of the third year of junior high school, a sudden encounter.

"And I, staring at Tang poetry and Song Ci, and watching a charming rain in ink painting, dyed the deep winter.

Then, take a ray of sunshine and sprinkle it on the intersection with you, so that a little love will gradually flow with time.Stay with you with a smile, enjoy a simple warmth, and wait for the arrival of the next ten years. "

What?next decade?
Liu Ruixuan rolled his eyes left and right twice, did he overlook something?
But Xia Yang was still intoxicated by his own beautiful writing, and he didn't notice or pay attention to the changes between him and Luo Yan.

From the corner of Liu Ruixuan's eye, he glanced at Luo Yan quietly again.

Hey, I didn't look at him!
"At the end of winter, I heard the sound of spring coming. The book is full of changes in the world, and a tree of bodhi green is recorded. On the picture of the years, there is a frame of quietly blooming flowers and leaves, and the fragrance of ink is blooming. Render youth:
Meet, spring is warm and flowers are blooming, from dawn to eternity.

It is said in the ancient Yuefu that it is only because of the feeling that you look back, which makes me think about the morning and evening of you.

You see, right now, I miss you.After ten years, I picked them up one by one.

Those young pasts, those pasts that you either remember or have long forgotten.

You see, at this moment, I miss you.Ten years later, I recalled the old time when I first met, and sent an old lovesickness from afar, which contained you who were young and me who was careless back then. "

What?Young you and me?
Did he make a mistake?
Liu Ruixuan suddenly became a little confused.

Xia Yang's voice was as gentle as before, with a light on his face, extremely gentle and gentle.

"In the blink of an eye, it has been, ten years.

In ten years, the world has not changed much.

I, still, have a heart like glass, listening to songs, writing, and remembering.It seems that there has been some kind of change.

Inadvertently, ten years have passed between bowing your head and eyebrows, and your memory is slowly going away.

Some people and things are slowly fading, and I can't remember them gradually, but I can't bear to part with every memory, and I can't throw it away.

I suddenly began to understand that the arrival of this spring was actually to find memories:

The you and I who met for the first time at that time have passed through ten years of time, but now the me who remembers writing and the me who met for the first time are still the same me, so what about you? "

this?Liu Ruixuan seemed to suddenly understand something.

A gust of wind blew by, and he seemed to hear a slight sound coming over. It was not so real, it seemed to be the sound of sniffling.

Like him, Luo Yan was also moved?
"The lonely white rabbit is running around, his clothes are not as good as before, and his people are not as good as before.

In the summer ten years later, listen to an old lovesickness song and recall an old story that happened in the old days.

Then, in the spring scenery, I will write a paragraph of words about meeting you, and send an ancient lovesickness from afar, in which there are me who was once young, and you who I met for the first time..."

"Yes, it's this text." Luo Yan's voice started to sob, "It's so touching."

Yes, very touching!

Liu Ruixuan glanced at Luo Yan, then turned his head to look at Xia Yang.

Ten years of lovesickness?
Such a long article with such deep emotions.

He thought, this should be Xia Yang's love letter to Zhu Yan, right?
A gust of wind blew by, and I suddenly felt a little coolness on my face, and a little hotness, I stretched out my hand to wipe it, and wiped away a drop of tear...

　Happy Chinese New Year, everyone!Walking together all the way, yesterday, today and tomorrow, if you come, I will always be there; if you leave, I will still not forget to go forward; if, tomorrow, you come back, please remember, I will always be there.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)