Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 853 The Most Romantic Thing - Two Concentric
Time is like flowing water in a still moor, flowing forward without waves.

The life of a freshman in the freshman year is peaceful and ordinary. He has no intention of dealing with those friends in the class who are far and wide, nor has he no intention of chatting with them in the dormitory.

He still likes to be alone and quiet like he was in Yunling Middle School at first.I like to read alone in the sea of ​​books in the library, and then, when I quietly look at the scenery outside the window, I feel a little emotion in my heart, so I smear it down.

Over time, there are also two thick essays.

Among those short or long poems or essays, one or two will be published in the school magazine or in Jingyun's "Boys" magazine from time to time.

Occasionally, some unexpected pen pals would send me letters, some with or without stamps on those letters.He knew that the ones that didn't have stamps on them might have been "fair and honest" written to him by some girls on the campus of Jingyun Normal University.

He smiled slightly, and tore up the unstamped letters, including the envelopes, and put them into the black garbage bag.As for those with postage stamps on them, those sent with money, and whose handwriting looked like girls, he treated them equally.

Because those letters were not what he expected, and the handwriting was not familiar to him. Instead of wasting time reading it, it is better to calm down and play a piece of music.

After such a challenge, there are only a few letters.

He would open it casually and glance at it a few times.

It's nothing more than some small feelings, or hope to know him, to be a pen pal and so on.Occasionally, there are a few, who will attach a poem or a few sentences written by them, asking him to give advice.

He saw it and smiled.

Excerpt a few sentences from those small poems or prose, and in the next submission, at the end of "He Said", there will be a paragraph of his opinion, a hundred or so words, which can be regarded as for those like him who like to write essays. A friend of mine answered.

As time went by, those letters with postage stamps gradually decreased, but those with small poems or prose letters increased.

He began to spend a little time picking out the best to worst of the letters, and then left a paragraph when he submitted the manuscript.

Later, in the first semester of college, such letters began to decrease gradually, just because he no longer easily published his daubed feelings.

The reason why he published those mood clips, and the reason why he used his real name and address, was only because he thought that Qianqian might see it, and then she would know him.

Ever since he published his first short poem in Yunling Reading, he has been using his real name.He has been writing those poems or prose for four full years, and he has used seven or eight notebooks to write them down.

However, from the beginning to the end, he did not get any news from Qianqian.

What's the meaning of those letters that come in snowflakes to him?

Several boys in the same dormitory, Ah Mao, Ah Gou, and Xianglin have been talking about it since the first year of freshman year, saying that he does not show his face in real life and looks very honest. Think of using the "literary youth" method to make girlfriends.

High, it is high!

He listened and smiled.

Different road non-phase plan!

Later, there is no later.

He is still smearing his mood, content with his heart, or sad or sighing, but he no longer expresses it wantonly.After all, some things, some people, are hidden deep in my heart, and there is nothing wrong with it.

More importantly, although those envelopes are missing, he seems to have gained a little fame on the campus of Jingyun Normal University!

Unexpectedly, several girls came to him, saying that they belonged to the literature club and wanted to invite him to join.

He listened, chuckled, and left.

The literary club is not his thing!

He just wants to spend the next three years peacefully and leisurely. As for the literary club, he dare not expect extravagant (no) the poetic (grouped) life of the literary club, which is bustling (crowding) with a literary fan (occasionally angry youth). Rare)!

Naturally, in those peaceful years, every weekend, he still had a regular homework to do, which was to accompany Xiuxiu to wander around the campus of Jingyun Normal University.

It's just that, while wandering around, people will look at them from time to time.

Perhaps he was overthinking, and always felt as if someone was watching them. When he turned his head, he would occasionally see groups of girls walking behind or to the left not too far away from them.

After seeing him turn around, some would look at him fixedly, while others would quickly look away.

Occasionally, when he glanced casually and saw a girl passing by, he couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Every time at that time, Xiuxiu unconsciously moved closer to him, and occasionally, when he was not paying attention, Xiuxiu suddenly hugged his arm or pulled the hem of his clothes.

Every time it always surprised him, but after a long time, he got used to it.

Xiuxiu is protecting him from bad luck!
It's just that she couldn't help thinking too much!
He, an ordinary boy, is just the most ordinary among the nearly [-] students of Jingyun Normal University. How can there be so many romantic encounters for him?
What's more, his small fame is only limited to the piano department of the Conservatory of Music, and he has not yet left the Conservatory of Music!

He knew that every time he went to the amphitheater to attend a big class, there would always be a few girls who would snigger, scream, and blush unconsciously after seeing him.

He walked over without squinting.

If you don't give others hope, there will be no harm!
He smiled and looked at Liu Xiu with a doting (helpless) face, causing people passing by to pay attention to him frequently.

Liu Xiu smiled, with a smug smile on her face and a smirk after her plan succeeded, she took his hand and walked forward, saying that she was tired and wanted to rest on the wooden bench by the front lawn for a while.

"it is good."

Liu Ruixuan agreed, and let Xiuxiu pull him forward, walking forward amidst the attention of a group of pedestrians.

He really wanted to pretend he didn't see it, and walked over without squinting, but out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently saw a figure in a beige dress, appearing abruptly among the crowd who were paying attention frequently.

He couldn't help but pause, and looked towards the figure.

The skirt dancing with the wind, the long hair fluttering in the breeze, and the eyes looking at him from a distance of five or six meters, were as deep as a pool of blue waves!
Such deep eyes, with just one glance, he seemed to see a story beating in that person's eyes.

Where did he seem to have seen these eyes?
I searched quickly in my memory, and suddenly remembered the figure I saw at the school gate on the first day of school.

Is it her?

Now, counting, it is more than one month!

That figure actually appeared?
Perhaps feeling his gaze, the man turned his eyes away and looked straight ahead without turning his eyes.

For no reason, Liu Ruixuan felt an inexplicable soreness in his heart.

He thought of the little girl with two braids many years ago.

Now who is she passing by?Whose time is it amazing?
(End of this chapter)