Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 446 - The Most Romantic Thing
cousin!

With a low cry, Liu Ruixuan burst into tears instantly.

Feeling the temperature of Ouyang Fuqian's fingertips, it was like going back to the past.

So real and so far away, reality and illusion alternate.

Weeping with joy!

He felt the same way that morning, the morning he saw the fine hourglass.

He thought that Lai Lai was joking with him, although he admitted that although the pink bag with flowers was beautiful, he did not rule out that it was Aunt Wu's masterpiece.

When he saw the exquisite hourglass, he was stunned for a while.

Looking at the dark blue glass bottle with flat ends and a sudden thinning in the middle, there is fine white fine sand in the middle.

Liu Ruixuan looked at Hu Lan, "What is this?"

"Look." Hu Lai took it over, turned it upside down, and put it on the table, the white fine sand slowly dripped down.Each one is mixed with the texture of the sun, shining slightly.

Sunlight poured in from outside the window, and the fresh and bright sunlight shone on the crystal bottle, reflecting a gentle halo, and the wind swept in from the window together.

The soft and calm spring breeze embraces the rising sun so naturally, without gorgeous deliberate or ostentatious spring flowers.

Just like the situation when I first met my cousin.

Liu Ruixuan reached out to take the pink letterhead, and saw the familiar handwriting: Xiaogui Xiaorui (provided).

At that moment, a special emotion surged in his heart, his eyes began to moisten, and he opened them carefully, only to find that they were empty without a single word.

There was a "thump" in my heart, cousin, are you bullying him again?
Liu Ruixuan blinked, raised his hand and rubbed it again, but still nothing, not even a trace of ink.

Suddenly, he felt that the pink letter paper in front of him was blurred.

"Xiao Rui?" Hu Lai exclaimed, leaned over quickly, stretched out his hand to him at a loss, but accidentally knocked down the beautiful little bottle on the table, then frantically helped it up, and pushed it to the side of the desk. corner.

"Xiao Rui, why are you crying?" Hu Lai's voice rang in his ears.

Did he cry?

Liu Ruixuan sniffed, he just felt a little sad, a little heavy, and a little depressed.

"I didn't cry." Liu Ruixuan turned his head to look at Hu Lai, but found that Hu Lai nearby suddenly became blurred, as if separated by a layer of mist.

Did he really cry?
Suddenly, I felt a coolness on my face, as if something had slipped by, I reached out to wipe it off, but a drop of tear came down.

He actually cried.

Liu Ruixuan sniffed, wiped his face, blinked slightly, looked out the window, and quietly raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

He is ten years old and is a big boy.

"No." Hu Lai reached out and touched Liu Ruixuan, "Are you so excited?"

Liu Ruixuan blinked, turned his head, smiled slightly at Hu Lai, and said nothing.

"No answer? Still waiting for me to wipe it for you?" Hu Lai smiled and stretched out his hand again.

"I didn't cry." Liu Ruixuan snorted nasally, moved his gaze down to Hu Lai's hand, and saw two butterflies.

two butterflies?

It was a handkerchief given to them by their cousin.

"Think I'm blind." Hu Lai took a handkerchief and wiped Liu Ruixuan's face carelessly, "Okay."

After finishing speaking, he put the handkerchief back, picked up the textbook on the table, opened a corner, stood it on the table, and put the butterfly handkerchief on it.

Turning his head to look at Liu Ruixuan, he smiled and said, "Fortunately, there are not many tears."

"I didn't cry." Liu Ruixuan quibbled, turned his head away, and looked at the pink letterhead again and again.

Still blank.

Oh, no, except for the original shading pattern and horizontal lines on the letterhead, it was blank.

Cousin, are you kidding him?
He is ten years old and already literate.

Even if you can't read or write, you can still draw a picture.

What do you mean by not writing this word?
"Okay, if you said you didn't cry, then you didn't cry. I did cry, okay?" Hu Lai turned his head and smacked his mouth, "Did you see what was written on it?"

Liu Ruixuan turned his head and pushed the pink letterhead in front of Hu Lai, "Content?"

"That's right." Hu Lai laughed, leaned his head over, put one on the other, and put his two heads on the table in an instant.

"Did you see it?" Hu Lai pressed Liu Ruixuan's neck down again, "Look carefully, there are words on it."

Pressed by Hu Lai, Liu Ruixuan's face was almost pasted on the letter paper, and suddenly found that there were really words on that beautiful letter paper.

The cousin ingeniously wrote down her address and phone number stroke by stroke with a pen without ink.

In the end, she wrote, I am with you, just like this exquisite hourglass, I will grow up with you slowly.

See you Jingyun!
Liu Ruixuan's nose became sore in an instant, he blinked his eyes, turned his head and looked out of the window, the fresh sunlight poured down through the window glass, onto the greenery that came in through the window .

He almost absolutely believed that this thought would bring him great power.

He wants to study hard, and he wants to go to Jingyun.

Liu Ruixuan sniffed, the corners of his lips curved, turned around, and pushed Hu Lai: "Go to the side."

"Okay." Hu Lai smiled, and retreated to the side, "Cross the river and tear down the bridge."

Liu Ruixuan glanced at Hu Lai, without making a sound, took the pink letterhead, held it in his hand, looked left and right, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Secretly laughing in his heart, he turned his eyes to the exquisite hourglass in front of him again.

The pure white sand in the dark blue glass passes through the gap, as if the beating heart of time is in the palm of your hand.The cousin said in the letter that maybe watching the time go by will have a strange feeling.

So, he held the hourglass in his hand, watched the sand flow over and over again, and found that even if it flows through, it will flow back after all, but it is just being played by someone in the palm of his hand, as if he can control the pulse of time.

Let the sand shuttle back and forth, but I can't find the feeling of time passing.

There is only joy in my heart.

The cousin grew up with him in that distant Jingyun.

Jingyun—that distant city is more real because of the presence of my cousin, it is so far away yet so near.

The city that retains his childhood dreams and fairy tales - Jingyun.

It is also stained with the dreamy color of fairy tales: light blue, warm.

Just like the exquisite dark blue hourglass in front of you, the translucence of blue and the softness of pink sunlight, when you meet someone with a slightly different feeling, this May is, and it will always be a blue feather passing by, falling on the At the station where you wait and depart, just this once.

He suddenly remembered the station where he parted from that time.

Thinking of my cousin's smile that day, that incredible color fell into his eyes looking at her, like the blue sky above his head, very warm.

The cousin smiled and said that she would come back, and even if she didn't come back, he could still visit her.

Yes, that's all.

Liu Ruixuan looked at the pink letterhead in front of him, and the ingenious address and phone number on the letterhead.

He couldn't help laughing again, with a little joy and warmth.Three years later, the cousin still thinks of him, he believes, the surprise and beauty of that moment.

What's more beautiful is the long-sleeping fairy tale that was awakened, and the cousin grew up with him.

Later, he began to listen carefully to the lectures in the blooming flowers in May, review the books, and capture every information about Jingyun and his cousin within a limited time.

He is going to Jingyun.

Going to have a look, the concern in his heart.

But now, he has been in Jingyun for almost five years, but he has forgotten the purpose of coming to Jingyun in the first place.

Liu Ruixuan blinked slightly, and the tears that filled her eyes fell down.

(End of this chapter)