Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 883 The Most Romantic Thing - It Doesn't Matter
"what happened?"

Xia Yang tilted his head slightly, looked at Ouyang Fuqian again, "Excited?"

Ouyang Fuqian, who was a little sad at first, was instantly amused by Xia Yang's words: "No."

Excited?
When she first heard someone call out the name "Liu Ruixuan" in the bookstore, she was really excited, that little boy she remembered many years ago.Has it changed?Can you still recognize her?

But, now, at this moment, what right does she have to be excited?

In the eyes of Liu Ruixuan who has grown up, she is just a stranger.

Oh, no, at the beginning of the first meeting, she never existed in Liu Ruixuan's eyes.

"Really?" Xia Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, and tapped his fingers lightly on the "Boys", "That's right, with a handsome jewel like me in front of you, why are you so excited?"

"Hehe." Ouyang Fuqian couldn't help laughing again, looked at Xia Yang, and then at the "Boys" that suppressed Xia Yang's subordinates, and couldn't help being startled, November special? ?

"This?" Ouyang Fu looked at Xia Yang shallowly, "Isn't it a monthly magazine?"

"Yes," Xia Yang paused, then said thoughtfully, "Don't you know? In the last two months of every year, a semi-monthly magazine will be published."

she?Ouyang Fu was slightly startled, how could she know.

She bought two books in total, one in May last year and one in June this year.

What the hell, is this magazine still so good at playing?

Ouyang Fu's shallow eyes flickered, and he gave Xia Yang a sideways glance: "I know and I'm still asking you? Isn't that nonsense!"

"..." Xia Yang paused, and brought the book over, "Oh, I always thought that you cared about Xiao Liu, but now it seems that I was wrong."

Ouyang Fu glanced at Xia Yangxuan briefly, and then his eyes fell on the special edition "Boys" in Xia Yang's hand.

Liu Ruixuan is a bastard, what the hell is he thinking?He actually put a picture of himself on it.

It's because he's worried that he's not public enough.

"That's right," Xia Yang casually threw the "Boys" on the dining table, "Anyway, he's not as handsome as me, he's not as tall as me, and he's not as active as I am. You're right not to care about him."

Ouyang Fuqian looked at the "Boys" in front of him, stretched out his hand to take it, flipped it casually, and suddenly saw a name: Xiao Ran.

Xiao Ran?Isn't this the name Xia Yang used when he lived in his grandmother's house?
Ouyang Fu trembled slightly, and then looked at Xia Yang: "No wonder, so, you are also expressing feelings on this?"

"Hehe," Xia Yang laughed dryly, "Can I say this is not for my writing?"

"Really?" Ouyang Fu glanced at Xia Yang with a look on his face, and then his eyes fell on the page in his hand, "Spring is warm and flowers are blooming"

"At 05:30 in the afternoon, in the misty south of the Yangtze River, buy a return ticket and return to the departure platform."

Ouyang Fu finished reading the first sentence, looked at Xia Yang, and immediately turned his attention to the book in his hand:
"In the south of the Yangtze River in late spring, there were a few rains of apricot blossoms, and the grass spread over the river bank. When the spring was warm and the flowers were blooming, I couldn't see the beauty of the flowers, but I inadvertently caught a glimpse of the happy appearance on the edge of my memory-long time no see ..."

"Cough cough."

Xia Yang's dry cough came in bursts, interrupting Ouyang Fuqian's light reading.

"Go see it if you're sick." Ouyang Fuqian looked over to Xia, "It's not like your style, this is."

He paused slightly, and in an instant, he understood.

"Is this written by Zhu Xiaoyan?"

Ouyang Fuqian put the book in his hand on a corner of the dining table, casually picked up the other book in front of him, opened it, and found Xiao Ran's name in the catalog column at the front.

Putting it down, I picked up another book, and also saw a familiar name: Xiao Ran.

After finishing the fourth book, Ouyang Fuqian stopped.

It turned out to be the case.

Xia Yang didn't buy these magazines for her, but for Zhu Yan!
Heh, she suddenly laughed, it's really strange that there are two people she and Xia Yang care about in a book of "Boys".

Ouyang Fu lowered his eyelids slightly, put "Boys" in his hand on the dining table in front of him, and turned his head to look out the window.

In the western sky, a yellow halo is spreading from the forest tops.

After the rain, the sky is sunny, and the twilight is green!

"So," Xia Yang smacked his mouth, took the napkin on the table and wiped his hands, "Look, Zhu Yan and Liu Ruixuan are both talented little poets, let's just forget about them as ordinary people. , they are talented men and beautiful women, let's make a couple."

Ouyang Fu shook his eyes slightly, turned his head and looked at Xia Yang, who was eating a piece of sweet and sour spare ribs.

"If you don't speak, it's the default." Xia Yang glanced at Ouyang Fu while eating, "You should take a quick look at the photo of that special edition and keep it in mind, otherwise, I'll throw it in the trash later gone."

After speaking, he threw the bone he had gnawed on the empty dinner plate, picked up another piece and ate it.

Ouyang Fu lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the special edition, and hesitated.

Does she still need to look?

Although Xia Yang said it as a joke, he also revealed an indisputable fact.

There are many talented people and beautiful women on the campus of high school, and she, in Liu Ruixuan's world, probably has no memory of her.

"never mind."

Ouyang Fu smiled lightly.

"Ah?" Xia Yang was stunned, stopped, and looked at Ouyang Fu with half of the unfinished ribs, "Are you really going to make a pair with me?"

Seeing Ouyang Fuqian's slightly startled eyes, and then throwing him a big white eye, he couldn't help laughing.

"Xiao Qian, in front of me, what else do you have to be reserved?" Xia Yang threw the ribs on the dinner plate in front of him, rubbed them on the paper, leaned forward and picked up the special edition, and flipped through Turned it over and handed it to Ouyang Fuqian, "Look at it if you want, this is Ouyang Fuqian in my heart, let's take a look."

"forget it."

Ouyang Fu turned his head away and looked out the window.

So what?It's not like she hasn't seen a real person.

See you, so what?

It just adds to the worries!

"You really don't want to watch it?" Xia Yang came over and patted Ouyang Fuqian's shoulder lightly, "I think you still need to take a look."

Ouyang Fu pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, and looked at Xia Yang: "Forget it, eat, if you don't eat, it will be completely cold."

Xia Yang blinked his eyes, took a shallow look at Ouyang Fu, and his gaze fell on the page in his hand:

"Whose tears slipped through the glass again? You say, you say;

Which fallen leaf is buried with a butterfly who died for love?I go, I go.

But ahead is the abyss of falling rain, behind is the cemetery of snow.

How to look forward to the sprouting mind, in this cold late autumn of Wuji, to be harvested into a fatal pain——

Then, fall asleep with your name on it.

Is there no distance for all longing, and no answer for all expectations?
How can I dream of the young and tender ballad?
Ouyang Fuqian!

How can I say: the farthest you are my closest thoughts..."

(End of this chapter)