Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 487 - The Most Romantic Thing - Nostalgia
"How come there are two Qianqian?"

The proprietress Xuanhua's hands trembled, the kitchen knife shook, and she quickly grabbed it.

Fortunately, she wasn't chopping peanuts just now!

Otherwise, the one who slipped and chopped off must be her own hand.

The proprietress Xuan Hua put down the kitchen knife, pretended to be calm and raised her hand to straighten the broken hair by her ear, and looked at the equally surprised old man beside her.

What are you looking at him for?He doesn't know either!

The boss Liu Fen curled his lips and continued to stir the pot of soup in front of him, oh no, a pot of soup.

After stirring twice, I couldn't help but glanced at the old woman on the left out of the corner of my eye, hey!The old woman was still looking at him.

The boss Liu Fen looked away, curled his lips, turned his head away pretending not to see, and continued to stir the soup in the pot.

Is the old woman planning to ask him to ask?

Heck, he won't ask!
How can a father like him open his mouth about such things as falling out of love!

The boss Liu Fen rolled his eyes, gently raised his left one and slapped it, shook his head slightly, and sniffed lightly: "It smells so good."

The proprietress Xuan Hua glanced at Liu Fen, then looked at Liu Ruixuan, "Xiao Rui, why are there two Qianqian?"

Ok?The boss Liu Fen was taken aback when he heard the words, did the old lady do it herself?

No, it seems to be off topic, right?
The boss Liu Fen looked at Xuan Hua. Although he also wanted to know why there were two Qianqian, they had discussed together many years ago. Regarding the matter of Qianqian, in the future , it is kept secret from Xiaorui, and it is never mentioned.

Cough cough, the old woman didn't look at him!
"Ahem," the boss Liu Fen cleared his throat slightly, coughed twice, and looked at Xuan Hua from the corner of his eyes.

Hey!The old woman didn't even look at him!
"Cough cough." The boss Liu Fen coughed twice again.

Hey!You haven't even looked at him yet!
Yeah.

The old woman always has her own ideas, and he can't control it anymore.

Mother gossip, oh no, it's always right to care about your son.Just let him be a father like a mountain!

The boss Liu Fen thought about it seriously, nodded slightly, then looked at Liu Ruixuan, and waited quietly for his answer.

"Xiao Rui?" Xuan Hua, the proprietress, called again softly, "Why are there two Qianqian?"

Yes, how could there be two Qianqian?
The boss, Liu Fen, blinked his eyes, and seemed to be stirring the steaming pot again, staring at the handsome son in front of him, looking carefully.

What a handsome son!
Well, let him!

It's a pity, thinking of Qianqian, I couldn't help but sighed again, and lowered my head.

Qianqian, that lively and lovely little girl!
In a flash, ten years have passed.

"Yes, there are two Qianqian, one is Ouyang Fuqian, and the other is," Liu Ruixuan paused for a moment, lowered his head slightly, and then raised his head to look at the sky, "The other is Su Qian shallow."

Who said that when you are sad, you will pretend to look leisurely at how blue the sky is, and your mood will be calm.

And he, from a long time ago, was used to looking up at the sky when he was sad, but he felt more and more that the bluer the sky, the more afraid he was to look up, the more lonely and uneasy he felt.

Two Qianqian!
"Huh?" The proprietress Xuan Hua was startled, "Ouyang Fuqian is the cousin who came here, who is that Su Qianqian?"

"Well, who is it?" The boss Liu Fen on the side also responded.

Yes, who is Su Qianqian?

Liu Ruixuan turned his head away, glanced at Lan Qingqing not far away, waved his hand, turned his head again, looked at the puzzled eyes of his parents in front of him, and sighed slightly...

"Xiao Rui, I'm not the one you're looking for."

Ouyang Fuqian's soft and nasal voice came over.

Liu Ruixuan's heart trembled slightly, "No, you are the one I am looking for, you are my cousin, you are Ouyang Fuqian, the one who has always lived in my heart."

"I," Ouyang Fuqian started, then stopped.

"Cousin, Qianqian."

A gust of wind blew past, Liu Ruixuan blinked slightly, and the corners of his eyes began to become moist.

"Xiao Rui, listen to me."

Ouyang Fu's soft and nasal voice rang in his ears.

"I don't listen."

Liu Ruixuan shook his head slightly, and hugged Ouyang Fuqian tightly, as if she would disappear as soon as he let go.

"Xiao Rui, I actually..." Ouyang Fu's shallow voice sounded and then stopped.

"I don't listen. I don't listen." Liu Ruixuan's nose suddenly became sore, and tears fell.

"Xiao Rui, are you crying?" Ouyang Fu leaned on Liu Ruixuan's shoulder and whispered, "Actually, I'm sad too."

"Cousin!" Liu Ruixuan whispered, "Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten the pink letterhead and the dark blue hourglass?"

"I," Ouyang Fu was stunned, "I haven't forgotten. I bought that exquisite hourglass after visiting several small shops."

"Then do you know my determination to come to Jingyun? Do you know how sad it was when I failed to fulfill your promise after two years of hard work? Do you know that I am because of you, because That letter of yours came from Jingyun."

Liu Ruixuan's voice started to sob, and the tears rolled down line by line, onto Ouyang Fu's shallow hair, and onto the back of his hand.

The sudden sadness many years ago, suddenly a bullet jumped out, making him feel helpless and uncomfortable.

The transversal wind, A Bing sang a string, and sang a first-quarter moon delicately and softly.

That smiling face in childhood, that shofar braid that almost turned up to the sky, that laughter scattered on the field path, that minute and second of golden years; some dawns, some nights; some twinkling stars, A round of faint moon; a pink letter paper born with infinite tenderness, and that time the hope of infinite vicious death was shattered.

In the 11th year of his life, he received this gift.

In that same June, a June with bright sunshine, he was so excited to untie the beautiful bowknot sent by fate, praying is a beautiful and noble gift, when a pair of shattered crystal glass slipped from his hands What can he do?What about him!
Facing a group of relatives who cared about him, even sadder than him, what else could he do?
He didn't even have the right to cry and be sad.

He also remembered that the little girl with two shofar braids once told him very seriously that to be a strong person in life, she had neither tears nor weakness in her dictionary.

So, he remembered.

Even if he is not a strong man, he still has to pretend to be strong. The adults are actually more sad than him!
and then?then what?Go back to your corner, and then what?

Carefully hide yourself again.In the corner where there is no one, weep earnestly.

Be loved by those around you, and know how to love those around you.Once in life, it is not to learn to hate seriously, but to receive what he deserves-love.

So, many years later, all the way to the west, he came to this rainy city, saw the blue sky and pink sunshine, very quiet or very fresh, and then he would sit in the green mountains and green waters of the pavilions and pavilions. open your eyes.

When summer ended and autumn came, the city of Jingyun became the biggest attachment in his heart.

In the reincarnation of the four seasons, in his shallow smile, and in the passing Junes one after another, the words flow through the seasons, pile up, and dance into dragonflies all over the sky in front of them, transforming into long white lines, connecting with each other. The little girl in memory and him now left behind the petals of poetry and the tranquility of looking back over the years.

"I've always wanted to tell you, but I couldn't tell you why I like this city. It's just because there is you here, and there is an agreement between me and you." There were obvious tears in Liu Ruixuan's voice, "Why do you want to Should I push it out?"

"I know." Ouyang Fuqian responded lightly, sniffing, "I can't be selfish."

"I don't need you to be generous." Liu Rui suddenly stopped talking, "In the world of emotions, there is no generosity."

"Xiao Rui," Ouyang Fu sniffed, "Do you still remember Su Qianqian?"

Su Qianqian?
Liu Ruixuan was stunned for a moment, the girl in the class next door in her childhood who wore a high ponytail, liked to look at him openly, and then blushed...

(End of this chapter)