Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 467 The Most Romantic Thing - Summer
Whoever said it, people who have anything to do with words have never been happy.

He didn't feel it before, just because he was born to love the smell of ink marks and books, and love the feeling of singing freely and contentingly.

Then, when looking back over the years, or when experiencing the change of the beauty, I will be grateful for the feeling of "remaining the traces of dreams in other years, and every flower and tree are tender".

Later, I slowly got used to being accompanied by words, starting from the summer of that year?Or did it start in the autumn after that summer, when everyone never mentioned Jingyun or Qianqian?
Maybe both.

So, now, many years later, he hides with long or short words in the dark or light night, and no longer speaks out.

Ouyang Fuqian and Jingyun slowly appeared in his words, and then slowly disappeared, becoming that summer, and finally faded into the original memory.

He had imagined countless times that when he met Ouyang Fuqian again, he would smile and call his cousin.

Or, shallow?
However, such a situation has never happened from graduating from the fifth grade of elementary school to graduating from junior high school, to the three years in Yunling, graduating from high school.

That distant summer, and that little girl with two braids, slowly faded away, blurring the memory.

He even began to wonder if there was a mistake in his own memory.

That early summer did not exist.

The girl with the two shofar braids that almost went up to the sky was just a character he imagined, and she didn't exist anymore.

Turned to the first little treasure box, but suddenly couldn't find the handkerchief with the sharp corners of Xiao He.What I couldn't find were the pink letterhead I received later, and the exquisite dark blue hourglass.

He searched and searched in a panic, in his own room.

In the end, it was never found.

He asked his mother, and she said she didn't know.

He asked his father, and his father said, you are a man, when did you use a handkerchief?

He asked Xiuxiu, and Xiuxiu said, brother, did you remember wrongly?I've never seen an hourglass.What is an hourglass?
He found it.

Lailai smiled and patted his head, then punched him in the face, laughed, and said with a big smile, do you want to ask Tian Jingjing for a handkerchief?Shall I help you find her and ask for one?Just, too ugly.

He began to doubt.

Then, smile.

As soon as I turned around, dragonflies flew all over the sky, only to realize that it was summer again.

In July, the summer solstice has arrived.

The moonlight is like water, memories are flying all over the sky, and the gray and white courtyard is hidden in the pure moonlight.Suddenly I remembered the words "heart is like plain paper", when the music was playing.

The sound of music flowing in the room is like a river, the left bank is his fading memories, the right bank is his bright years worth holding on to, and what flows in the middle is his faint sentimentality every year!
After a long time, he has become as tough as an ivy. He will not cry even if he says goodbye, and he will not be sad even if he loses. He hides his sadness and smiles at everyone.

Did the crescent moon in the middle of the night, the moonlight in that courtyard, become such a sentimental remembrance after many years, or did it stop at a certain place and add dust?

The moonlight pours down, there is a kind of demure beauty, like flowing time, quiet and unhurried, passing through the memory, flying like a butterfly, shuttling outside the memory.

After that day, he began to fall in love with the moon, and regarded himself as a missing moon.

So, now, many years later, on his own journey, he has experienced, realized, and forgotten.

From one place to another, the starting point is far away and the end point is unknown.

Some answers, however, are written the moment they begin.Such as sentimentality, such as persistence.And he, from one place to another, has been on the road.

It's just that I forgot why I set off in the first place.

Suddenly I thought of Teacher Zhang in elementary school, whom I hadn't seen for many years.

Goodbye to his appearance, he is still the same as six years ago, it seems that he has not changed.

When he mentioned Cao Cao happily, he found that the corners of Teacher Zhang's eyes were slightly moist.

Later, Teacher Zhang asked him, do he like Xiao Cao?

Liu Ruixuan nodded affirmatively, and liked it very much.

Yes.Teacher Zhang nodded in response, saying that he liked it too.

Later that day, he found out that Xiao Cao was a student of Mr. Zhang.

However, Teacher Zhang never told him that Xiao Cao was teaching the Olympiad class in Jingyun No. [-] Middle School, the year he graduated.

He thought, he wants to be a teacher like Teacher Zhang, and he also wants to be a teacher like Xiao Cao.

After graduating from high school, he stayed in Jingyun, and stayed in Jingyun Normal University, which is only two stops away from Yunling Middle School.

During his spare time in college, his writing became more and more abundant.

His name began to appear in the school newspaper of Jingyun Normal University, and his tofu cubes appeared in Jingyun's evening paper, and his name was naturally included in Yunling's county newspaper.

Suddenly one day, a girl came up to him, and the Jingyun Normal University Literary Club invited him.

He flatly refused.

He writes only for memory, not for publicity.

Publishing or publishing is not his original intention, but a habit.

Just keep walking like this, one step after another; keep memorizing like this, one paragraph after another, these long or short words, besides himself, who do they seem to be related to?

You, know what?
There is moonlight falling outside the window, the moonlight is like water, very much like the crescent moon that first hit my eyes many years ago, in a blink of an eye, it has been ten years.

He gently closed the diary and locked it.

Also closed a memory about another summer, he has been in Jingyun for a year.

In the huge Jingyun campus, he walked alone, without any companions beside him.

Lai Lai is at the Officer Command School, so I naturally want to see him, and we can see each other once a week.

But, two big boys, what is there to see, so when Lailai October came to look for him, he resolutely refused. From now on, don't come to him every week, making the two of them seem to be in love Same.

Come on, hahaha laughed, and said with a smile, isn't it?He is his childhood sweetheart.

childhood sweetheart?

He was taken aback for a moment.

Lai Lai was also taken aback, scratched his head habitually, and laughed again: Don't worry about it, I just like you.

After speaking, she pushed him habitually.

Liu Ruixuan also laughed, this is a belated confession.

Hu Lai curled his mouth, late?You are unmarried, I am unmarried?
Right.Liu Ruixuan also laughed, stretched out his hand and pushed Hu Lai, and we will get married when we graduate.

Row.Hu Lai smiled, and put his right hand on Liu Ruixuan's shoulder unconsciously.

No way?A girl passing by, muttered in surprise, looked at them, and left quickly.

Hu Lai patted Liu Ruixuan, and the two laughed loudly, their laughter startled the unknown bird on the sycamore tree.

And Xiuxiu is still in Yunling, he will watch Xiuxiu in Yunling every week, and will be followed by a group of young girls in Yunling campus from a distance, talking loudly, my God, this is Liu Xiu's boy My friend, so handsome.

Liu Xiu is really happy, with good grades, and a boyfriend who is so tall and handsome.

When Xiuxiu heard this, she hugged his arm and leaned her head against him.

There was an exclamation from behind, and whistles came from nowhere.

Good grades are the last word.Does Cao Cao not care?

That was tacitly approved by Cao Cao.

In a flash, another year has passed, and he has gone from the June of his freshman year to the June of his sophomore year.

Summer is here again.

At the end of June, he heard the sound of spring coming.

Liu Ruixuan sniffed, opened his eyes slightly, and the crescent moon hit his eyes again, just like the summer when he woke up in his yard eight years ago, the moonlight was like water, and the water was like the sky.

And he, the person in front of him.

Hey, where are you?

Liu Ruixuan sniffed and rubbed his eyes. Suddenly, he realized that he seemed to be holding someone?

(End of this chapter)