Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 466 - The Most Romantic Thing
When you want to cry, you can look up at the sky.

I can't remember where I saw that sentence.

Liu Ruixuan raised his head and looked at the sky above his head. The sky was still blue and the sun was still shining brightly, just like last year and countless summers many years ago.

It's just that he seemed to have a dream.

Dimly, I woke up from five years ago, passed by three years ago, and then woke up in this same bright summer.

Later that day, he didn't cry, in front of Lailai.

In front of Teacher Zhang, in front of Xiu Xiu and Che Che who came back from school, he smiled at them like yesterday, as if Tian Jingjing had never been here, and that list had never existed.

He is still just learning how to make vegetable cakes very seriously.

Later that day, father and mother rushed back at noon.

Seeing a table full of people, surrounded by a pot of vegetables, eating happily with vegetable cakes in their arms, he smiled gratifiedly.Niang smiled and said that both Xiaorui and Lailai had grown up.

Then mother said to Teacher Zhang, thank Brother Zhang for educating them so well.

Teacher Zhang waved his hands again and again and said, let's sit down and eat together, if you don't eat, there will be nothing left.

Liu Ruixuan saw his mother and father very clearly, walked to the side with a smile on his face, washed his hands, and sat down.

Later that day, Xiuxiu and Cheche went back to school.

Teacher Zhang also left, and before he left, he didn't take out the list he brought back from the township education office from his briefcase.

Dad and mother tidied up and pushed the cart out again in the afternoon.

He habitually sat down under the grape arbor in the yard by himself.

Under the grape trellis in July, the fragrance of the fruit hits people, and the pleasant and familiar song floats in the air.The faint cyan color in front of his eyes can make people feel a kind of peace and softness, and make him feel like drinking fine wine, like entering a dream.

Lailai lightly touched his arm and sat beside him.

He just came back to his senses.

A gust of wind blows, and the emerald green vine leaves dance lightly above the head.

It was as if something had fallen lightly and floated onto his face.

I raised my hand to pick it up, and it was a greenish-yellow leaf. I held it in my hand, looked and looked, looked and looked, and suddenly remembered the sentence: Spring silkworms will die when silkworms die, and wax torches will dry when they turn into ashes and tears.

When I lowered my head, I found that the fallen leaves had already covered a thin layer on the ground. It turned out that the youth of this leaf had passed away, and it was no wonder that the fruity fragrance was already strong.

He suddenly remembered Teacher Zhang's low and slightly hoarse voice before.

At that moment, his originally sad heart that wanted to cry was instantly suppressed.

It wasn't him who was saddest, he just missed the chance to see his cousin again.

Maybe, this summer, my cousin will suddenly appear again.

Or, my cousin suddenly wrote again.

And what about Mr. Zhang?What has he lost?Frustrated hope and guilt about myself.

He once heard his mother say that he was too young to understand some things about Mr. Zhang before, but now, thinking about it, this time the blows, in fact, Mr. Zhang was the one who hurt the most.

However, Teacher Zhang is still educating them with good intentions and helping them to realize their little dreams.

But what about Teacher Zhang's dream?

Who can help Teacher Zhang?Just rely on their group of students who want to work hard and make progress?

Where is that teacher Zhang who has been cheering and cheering for him in the wind and rain?
Who will comfort me when I am hurt again and again?

Liu Ruixuan looked outside the gate of the courtyard, and Teacher Zhang had already left.

He won't cry, no matter how sad he is, he won't cry, at least not in front of Teacher Zhang.

Liu Ruixuan looked up at the sky above his head.

I forgot where I saw it. When you feel uncomfortable, you can raise your head slightly, pretending to look at the blue sky leisurely, and your mood will be calm.

The sun shines through the green leaves and vines and casts fine shades.

A shelf of grapes is either green or slightly purple, especially crystal clear in the sun.

He just sat under the grape arbor, looked up and watched the wind passing by, occasionally blowing off the fallen leaves.

That leaf seemed to know how to ask for love and affection, and one fell lightly on his knee. When he looked down, he felt a chill in his neck, and it turned out to be another leaf.

They fell one after another, on our heads, on their feet, on their shoulders.In this light, soft and fragrant leaf rain, he suddenly found that he seemed to be going to sleep, feeling a little lazy and tired.

Come on, Xiao Rui, are you okay?
Liu Ruixuan waved lightly at Hu Lai, saying it's all right.

Oh.Lai Lai responded, sat quietly beside him, and stopped talking.

After an unknown amount of time, he seemed to really fall asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, the sun had already set, and a crescent moon had already hung in a corner of the yard.

The hazy first quarter moon and the few stars flashing in the silent night sky.

The night is quietly like an ink painting of moonlight, outlined and traced with calm tones and light strokes, which has a slightly familiar taste.

Then, he opened his eyes in such a quiet night, saw the grayness of the night, and thought of the past summer, the grass was slightly green, the blue sky and the pink sunshine, very fresh, or very peaceful.

He didn't know who was talking to whom, but he heard both deep and shallow expectations and loneliness.Or, a drop of rain fell on the flower's heart, and the whole summer began to have secrets? !

Lailai, beside him, also fell asleep, leaning against the grape trellis, sleeping soundly.

He took a piece of clothing from the house and covered Lailai's body.

Looking around, she found that Xiuxiu and Cheche hadn't come back, neither had mother and father?
He walked out of the courtyard door gently and looked around, but there was no one there.

The whole village is also silent in the newly rising moonlight, there are tall and straight poplars, and occasionally one or two leaves fall with the wind, like the slow motion of those slowly picked up and spliced ​​on the negatives of memory.

He suddenly remembered that May two years ago, through the rain and fog at 3000 o'clock in the morning, across a [-]-meter small dirt road, Teacher Zhang took him all the way south.

Opening his eyes in the gray rain, he smiled in the silent rain, did the questions, and then confidently waited for the announcement of the results.

Skimming memory, skimming childhood, all the way forward.

Still later, he started to walk alone on the road, and began to be silent.He became more persistent, his eyes were clear, his expression was peaceful, and he seemed to be alone.

Years later, he was walking alone on the road with a big bag on his back, as he had dreamed years ago. Occasionally, someone in the same company would help me, smile and thank me, and then go on their own way.

The starting point is far away, and the end point is unknown.No one was waiting for him, so he no longer cared about rushing to arrive.He procrastinated his youth on the road, like those nameless flowers, extremely gorgeous.

He, finally, alone, walked from a Liujia Village to that distant Jingyun.

No more fear.

However, I suddenly forgot why I came to Jingyun in the first place.

In the three years of Zhenxi Middle School, he was still the best in everyone's eyes, and he was still the darling of all the teachers. In the end, he resisted all opinions, insisted on what he had seen, and came to Jingyun.

Oh no, I came to Yunling Middle School next door to Jingyun, passing by Jingyun No. [-] Middle School.

Xiao Rui, look at Jingyun No. [-] Middle School.

When my mother said that.

He thought that he would be miserable and feel distressed.

However, he just smiled slightly, his nose was slightly sour.

Later, for three years, passing by twice a month, he no longer had the initial sore nose, because he knew that his cousin was no longer in the junior high school of Jingyun No. [-] Middle School.

Just like, Teacher Zhang was no longer his teacher three years ago.

In the blink of an eye, eight years have passed since the first acquaintance.

Eight years, it seems that nothing has changed, but it seems that a lot has changed.

He came to Yunling Middle School to study.

Come and go Officer Command School.

Cousin still no news.Cousin has long since disappeared.

In other words, since that summer three years ago, no one would mention his cousin in front of him.

Xiuxiu didn't mention it again, Cheche didn't mention it, and Lailai didn't mention it.

Everyone seems to be in agreement, and it seems that they are deliberately avoiding it.

No one mentioned my cousin, even when my father mentioned Jingyun, he changed the word "city".

He smiled and said nothing.

There is a dream that has gone away, in that early summer...

(End of this chapter)