Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 451 The Most Romantic Thing - Missing
In the end, he failed to go to Jingyun, nor did he meet his cousin.

Even failed to fulfill the agreement two years later.

It's not because he doesn't work hard, but that all the efforts may not necessarily have the rewards he imagined, or that some stories have already written the ending at the moment of beginning.

After the end of the third grade, he became the darling in the eyes of Liujia Village and the most proud student in the eyes of the teacher.

And Teacher Zhang has been teaching him from the third grade to the fifth grade graduation.

He even thought that Teacher Zhang would stay with him until he smiled and sent him to the bus to Jingyun.

Since May in late spring and early summer, Mr. Zhang has been with him in various competitions, big and small, and he has lived up to his expectations, taking home awards one after another, and honors one after another for Liujiacun Primary School.

Just like what the older aunts in the village said, he would be a good candidate for college.

Teacher Zhang has said more than once that he will be admitted to B University, and at worst he will go to N University.

Although he didn't know the difference between B University and N University, he just felt that it was his little dream to go to the junior high school of Jingyun No. [-] Middle School.

Four seasons reincarnate, time flies.

Accompanied by the warm winter sun, read a book, read about the change of seasons and the flow of time, read about flowers blooming and falling, clouds rolling and clouds relaxing, dusk and twilight and afterglow, reading bean flower lamp shadows and willow twigs on the moon, reading persistent dreams and persistence ...

Suddenly one day, he was surprised to find that the sun was much brighter again, and the green leaves outside the window were more luxuriant. However, since that June, he has never received any letters from his cousin, nor heard from her. Come to mention again, any news about my cousin.

Looking at the hourglass on the corner of the table that has slowly faded into light blue, his heart suddenly tightened, May is here again.

The seasons of late spring and early summer.

Lailai gently pushed him and said in a low voice, look.

He turned around and saw out the window that the girl with the high ponytail from the next class walked past the window surrounded by several girls.

Let me tell you, it's been a long time since I heard from my cousin.Mother wrote a letter, but my cousin did not reply.

When he listened, he became silent, silent, and smiled, and told himself quietly in his heart, it doesn't matter, it's already the spring of the fourth grade, there is still one year, and he will be able to go to Jingyun in one year.

The girl passing by the window suddenly turned her head and smiled at him, two small dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth.

At that moment, he was stunned suddenly, the image of the girl with two braids and two small dimples reappeared in his mind in an instant.

In the excellent afternoon sun, counting the past days, the days that have passed are like an old letter that has been delivered.

In the letter, there is the sparkling spring light of luminous old paper permeating the memory. The pens rubbed gently in the air, making a sound, and wrote down gentle and bleak words. Only the time of writing was lost. Time and memory ran counter to each other, and memory was delivered to nothingness Amongst, the beginning becomes without beginning and without end...

Carefully open the schoolbag, the innermost layer, flipping through the pile of old letters that I have not sent, the mood is like fine dust flying in the beam of light, rising and falling with the wind and cannot be retained, and finally there is only silence.

As I opened them one by one, I couldn’t help but feel a little sad. The memories from many years ago were inadvertently picked up again, but yesterday was out of memory: old photos that were yellowed, thin letter paper, and innocent smiles. ...

Looking at the warm sunny sky outside the window, I realized that, in fact, some things are only suitable to be placed on the shrine, just like the initial moving face, the plot has long been blurred, but it will become more and more intense.

Really have to do it all over again, with all the memories and fantasies gone, the remaining ashes can only go with the wind.As a result, the initial emotion and nostalgia were left blank and nothingness, and time was frozen, that summer four years ago.

Four years ago in the summer, it was the year of the original heart.

There seemed to be another melodious sound of bagpipes in the wind, and the heartbroken man was not at the end of the world.

Outside the window, there is sunshine, and the warm sun in May visits the feelings of the moment again with its unique freshness and beauty. I suddenly remembered the sentence that the teacher said in Chinese class: Butterflies fly with flowers, flowers fall due to wind, and the branches and leaves of youth will gather again how much green

After returning from school, Liu Ruixuan was surprised to find that his mother looked at him a little averted, as if unwilling to explain anything to him, and he didn't intend to ask any more.

It was just that after dinner, I sat down at the desk seriously and read all kinds of books given by Teacher Zhang.

A sliver of moonlight outside the window flew into the room, looking through the window, thinking of the words that came during the day, I suddenly felt that the moonlight was also slightly cool.

He suddenly wanted to see the flowers that were said to have bloomed in the yard, and wanted to find the true colors of spring in the moss in the garden. It was already May, the season of flowering, the story of the green shade, the flowers and butterflies in the lotus pond were busy, There should be many, many looks.

When he was about to go out, his father asked him where he was going?

He said, take a walk in the yard.

Dad groaned, then turned and left.

Liu Ruixuan smiled, Dad is also a little strange today, he usually walks in the yard with him for a while, and tells him some philosophies about youth and struggle by the way.

The corner of Liu Ruixuan's mouth raised slightly, and when he turned to leave, he saw a shocking tear falling from his mother's face, like the cool and sharp moonlight outside the window.

He was inexplicably startled, turned around again, and looked at his mother steadfastly.

Niang is not always a sentimental woman, but Niang likes to play with kitchen knives the most. What can make Niang cry so sad?
In his nearly 11 years of memory, it is unique.

mother?Liu Ruixuan called softly, and Chaoniang walked over.

Why!The mother responded, turned her face away, and turned her head back in an instant, looking at him, with a familiar smile on her face, what's the matter, Xiao Rui.

He must have missed it.

Liu Ruixuan blinked and raised his eyebrows slightly, it's all right.

After speaking, smiled, turned and walked out the door.

Seeing the figure of her son walking out, Xuan Hua couldn't help but her eyes turned red, and she almost burst into tears again.

Suddenly, she felt a weight on her shoulder, and when she raised her eyes, she saw that Liu Fen had stood beside her at some point, patted her shoulder lightly, and sighed heavily.

For a while, there was silence.

In the yard, Liu Ruixuan sat quietly in the slender moonlight, looking at the mottled tree shadows in the yard below his feet, daydreaming, and recalling the first April when the kapoks bloomed.

That initial clear sky, that bright morning, that season of kapok blooming, that distant but familiar little girl.

I still think of that early June, that early summer.

The bare feet of the moonlight wiped away his wet emotions, slipped through the bottom of his heart, and gave him a cool and joyful intoxication. In the night when the lights were just on, he turned over the jumping lines of poetry, gently browsed the night scenery, and chewed the long Relieved, Pinna was unswervingly persistent.

He suddenly remembered that Mr. Zhang, who had helped him a lot over the past year, couldn't help but also laughed. He also remembered the entry composition in May last year. When I grow up, I will become you.

In last year's Chinese newspaper knowledge competition, he won No.2 in Yunling County, and came in second with a difference of one point.

No. 1 is actually from their school. It is the girl who came to talk about it. The girl in the next class looks a bit like her cousin.

But he only looked at it twice, and felt that it didn't look alike at all, except for the little dimple, nothing else looked alike.

Liu Ruixuan smiled, like or not, it doesn't matter to him.

What he wants to see is his cousin, not a similar shadow.

Liu Ruixuan raised his head and looked at the moon in the sky.

The composition "When I grow up, I will become you" was published in the county newspaper, and in June, my cousin also wrote to praise him.

Liu Ruixuan smiled, bursts of joy in his heart.

Many years later, he may become you, "preaching and teaching karma to resolve doubts" with his wisdom and their common persistence.

So, he understood that the footsteps will not stop, just like the memory can only continue, because, like the teacher, he is always on the road.

Suddenly, I remembered the two sentences that I don’t know where I read: Focus on the distance, set your eyes on the ocean, and don’t care about the truth and short or long of every day.Ten years later, when I look back, I will have the demeanor of smiling peacefully.

Yes!

The memory of many years ago, looking back now, is not gray and lonely at all. I remember it is all about the warm sunshine and the warmth that sprinkled all over the place.He smiled and stood there, with a simple and elegant posture, watching the time bloom into a scene in front of his eyes, and the flowers into a poem.

Occasionally, I would also think of that cousin who is a hundred kilometers away in Jingyunli, just like him, snuggling up on a rattan wooden chair and reading a thread-bound Song Ci in a courtyard with sparse flowers and trees, Look at the sun mottled, the warmth sprinkled on the ground.

Do you still think of him occasionally?
(End of this chapter)