Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 457 The Most Romantic Thing - Handkerchief
"Yes."

Hu Lai responded.

"You already have a cousin, how can you pick up other girls' handkerchiefs?"

Liu Ruixuan turned his head and looked at Hu Kan, laughed, but remained silent.

He didn't want to explain, and he didn't have to explain.

Lai Lai has always been by his side, even if he doesn't say anything, Lai Lai always informs him immediately when there is news about his cousin.

Five years ago, he was ignorant, thinking that the beautiful handkerchief was just good-looking.

But five years later, he, who has read five hundred Tang poems by heart, knows that handkerchiefs have been a token of love since ancient times.

Wang Jianyou of the Tang Dynasty said in a poem: "I get a red handkerchief, and a pair of cicadas are painted in the center."That's what it means, seeing things is like seeing people.

When he read this poem for the first time, it was during the summer vacation of the second grade. When he was free, he rummaged through the hemp leather pockets at home and found several Tang poems.

Mother and father smiled and walked away to grind tofu and sell tofu.

Xiuxiu, who was one year younger than him, was seriously reading the comic book - "Children's Era", which he had read.

At that time, he didn't understand, so he folded that page.

But he suddenly remembered that his cousin had given him the beautiful handkerchief two years ago. After searching and rummaging, he found it at the bottom of the dusty little treasure box under the bed.

Looking at the squarely folded handkerchief and the thin plastic bag outside the handkerchief, he was stunned.

When did he put this handkerchief in the treasure box?When was it put in the plastic bag?

He walked out with the handkerchief, and saw Xiuxiu who was sitting and reading raised her head.

"Brother, what did you take?" Xiuxiu glanced at him, then her gaze fell to his hand.

"Handkerchief." He answered and sat down.

Carefully opened it and looked at it. On the white background, there are a few light clouds. Under the blue sky, there are light pink flower buds and green lotus leaves. The two words on the lotus leaves are still clear: Qianqian.

His memory instantly came alive.

This is the handkerchief his cousin once gave him!

That early summer, and the cousin who came suddenly in that summer, filled his memory all at once.

Two years, is that short time, but it is so long?

It seems that he hasn't heard anything about his cousin for a long time.

When the first grade just started, they would still mention it and wonder if their cousin would send them a letter.

Later, when he was in the second grade, he only remembered to study hard, to help come and take care of Uncle Hu Nao, and not to bully Aunt Wu.

Later, it was gone. Later, they seldom mentioned their cousin, and later, the second grade ended, July came, and now it is here.

He took the handkerchief and walked out, Xiuxiu's voice came from behind, brother, where are you going?
"I'll look for it." He responded and walked out of the courtyard.

If he hadn't read this poem by accident, he might have forgotten it long ago, no, it wasn't maybe, but he had already forgotten it.

It's just, how precious was this handkerchief at that time?

Liu Ruixuan looked at the handkerchief in his hand again, but why did he suddenly forget it.

Later that day, at the village entrance of Lailai's house, I met my father and mother who had returned from selling tofu.

They asked him where he was going?

He said, go find it.

Mother glanced at him, then glanced at the handkerchief in his hand, the smile on her face froze for a moment, and then she laughed again.

Smiled and asked him, did you turn out this handkerchief again?

Ok.Liu Ruixuan smiled shyly. He was reading Tang poetry just now, and happened to see a poem about handkerchiefs, so he went to find it.

Oh?Liu Fen regained his energy in an instant, leaned the flatbed on the ground, waved to him, and told his father, which song was he reading?
Liu Ruixuan blinked, and seriously recited the poem he had just read, wrapped in a red handkerchief, with a pair of cicadas painted in the center.

Ok.After listening to Liu Fen, he nodded and sent a lovesick handkerchief.

"Huh? Lovesickness?" Liu Ruixuan blurted out, "Isn't the most lovesick thing about red beans?"

"Hahaha." Liu Fen laughed, "Red beans are objects of lovesickness, but red beans are not the only objects of lovesickness. Letters, diaries, or certain items given to the other party can all become objects of lovesickness."

Liu Ruixuan looked at his father in a daze.

Liu Fen smiled and pointed to the handkerchief in Liu Ruixuan's hand, "This handkerchief is also the same. Handkerchiefs have been a token of love since ancient times."

"Ah?" Liu Ruixuan couldn't help opening his mouth, "This is a gift from my cousin."

"Hahaha." Liu Fen laughed, "Daddy will tell you a story about Yang Shen, a litterateur of the Ming Dynasty who was demoted to another country, received a white handkerchief from his wife, and he recited a poem "Supa" Don't write love words, don't write poems, Fang Supa sends lovesickness, Mr. Lang deliberately turns over and sees the horizontal silk (thinking) and the vertical silk (thinking)."

Xuan Hua walked over from behind, raised his hand and patted Liu Fen on the shoulder, "What nonsense are you talking about here with Xiao Rui?"

"Am I talking nonsense?" Liu Fen glanced at Xuan Hua, and then at Liu Ruixuan, "I'm educating Xiao Rui about handkerchiefs. This handkerchief can't be collected randomly. It used to be like this, but now, it's very difficult. Few people use it anymore."

"That's enough." Xuan Hua slapped Liu Fen on the shoulder again, "It's enough for Xiaorui to memorize poems. I don't need to understand the content of the poems for now. He's only a second-year student."

"Still in the second grade? He's in the third grade since the beginning of school." Liu Fen snorted, "It's not enough to memorize poems alone, you have to know how to memorize them, you have to know the content, you have to know how to appreciate and appreciate them. Back then..."

"Are you finished yet?" Xuan Hua gave him a look, and kicked him again.

Liu Ruixuan clearly saw that his father shut up immediately, stood up, smacked his mouth, and waved at him: "Let's go, go home, Xiao Rui."

Liu Ruixuan laughed and replied "Hey."

Followed behind daddy and walked home.

The small trees on both sides of the road made rustling noises in the occasional wind. In the noise, looking at the handkerchief in his hand, he suddenly thought of the little girl with two braids.

She rushed over, poked him on the forehead, and said loudly, is it so difficult for you to marry me?
He slightly raised his head back, turned his head again, and said seriously, "It's not difficult, if you say let me marry, I will marry you."

The girl giggled and said, you're the funniest, and she agreed.

Later, he would think of his cousin unintentionally, and when he saw the handkerchief, and then, in April three years later, he received a letter from his cousin.

There was a small strange feeling in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, five years have passed.

Liu Ruixuan turned his head and looked at Hu.

Hu Lai stretched out his hand and wrapped his arms around his neck: "Let's go, when I see my cousin at the beginning of school in September, beat her up for me, and it's been so long since I wrote back."

Liu Ruixuan laughed and pushed Hu Lai: "I can't beat her. I want to beat you to her."

"Okay you, are you starting to value sex over friends now?" Hu Lai smiled, and hooked Liu Ruixuan's neck again.

"Yes, so what?" Liu Ruixuan pushed Hu Lai's face, "The two of us combined may not be able to beat my cousin?"

"That's right." Hu Lai smiled, "Then let's forget it, let's find a place to play first."

"Go, let's go to my house." Liu Ruixuan agreed, "I dug out two pockets of books from the old house last night, enough for us to read this summer vacation."

"Okay." Hu Lai responded and laughed loudly, "You little nerd."

Liu Ruixuan also laughed.

The laughter frightens the unknown bird that lives on the plane tree.

Teacher Zhang by the window sat back in his seat, let's not talk about it, let's be happy every day.

(End of this chapter)