Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 893 The Most Romantic Thing - Ye Weiyang
The night is not yet dark, and the lights are just coming on.

After saying goodbye to Xia Yang, Ouyang Fuqian did not go back to the dormitory.

Suddenly, I felt that Xia Yang's words were correct.

Such a beautiful night scene of quiet clouds, if you don't appreciate it well, wouldn't it be a waste of money?

When turning around Wisteria Road and walking slowly along Hexian Road, there are very few people on the road, and occasionally one or two people pass by. Naturally, they climb up the steps and walk to Fengxin Road without knowing it.

Ouyang Fu paused and stopped.

Fengxin Road Oh.

As the name suggests, this road is like other roads, the beginning and the end of the road are full of hyacinths.

She remembered that in the past spring, she looked out of the window and saw blue, pink, white, goose yellow, purple, yellow, crimson, red flowers of various colors, swaying in the early spring wind, and the flowers were colorful and fragrant. beauty!
There are girls with fluttering dresses passing by in groups of three or four, or staying for a while, or stopping to play, or taking pictures, which becomes a different kind of scenery.

That was a memory many years ago, and she hadn't seen it for a long time.

Jingyun is full of scenery everywhere, known as the 36 scenery.

Thinking about it now, Jingyun is everywhere. This campus with a history of nearly a hundred years is both ancient and romantic.

Ouyang Fuqian looked at the road ahead, 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, she walked forward with a smile in such a silent night.

Seeing the grayness of the night, I think of the past March, the spring returns, the grass is slightly green, the blue sky and the pink sunshine, very fresh, or very peaceful.

In such a fresh sunshine, she decided that she would stay in Jingyun.

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

A halo of yellow light spread forward from the night sky above his head.

She suddenly recalled the memory from many years ago, the snow fell like flying white butterflies, the girl staring at the girl in the white snow, her eyes were clear, not at all lonely.

So, now, many years later, she looked up at the night sky with a happy expression, watching the situation quietly.

The night is getting darker, the lights are getting brighter.

The entire campus is silent at night, with tall and straight poplars, ancient lantern-like street lamps, and occasionally one or two winds blow by, dead branches slipping down, like the slow motion of those slowly picking up and splicing on the negatives of memory.

She remembered that November many years ago, passing through the rain and fog at five o'clock in the morning, traversing thousands of miles of highway, all the way east.

Opening her eyes in the gray rain, she listened to lectures and took notes in the silent rain of a foreign land in the south of the Yangtze River, flashing memories, youth, and moving forward all the way.

Later, she began to walk alone on the road and became silent.

He became more persistent, his eyes were clear, his expression was peaceful, and he seemed to be alone.

At that time, there was still a concern and a distant thought in my heart.She walks alone on the road, carrying a big bag, with a stubborn dream, and occasionally someone in the same company will help her, smile and thank her, and then go on their own way.

The starting point is far away, and the end point is unknown.

No one was waiting for her, so she no longer cared about rushing to arrive.

Later, she delayed her youth on the road, like those nameless flowers, which were extremely gorgeous, and later, she gradually forgot the flowering period.

Finally, she was alone, from one city to another.

No more fear.

All the way slowly, all the way to see the scenery.

Suddenly remembered the words "heart is like plain paper".

The crescent moon when the night was young, and the quietness along the way, after many years, it has also become such a sentimental remembrance.Those people and things that have gone far away suddenly become alive, and those feelings of staying somewhere will only increase the dust!

There is wind, passing by.

The wind, the flowers and leaves on the side of the road and the dead branches of the poplar, after the wind passed by, they became quiet again.The quiet branches and leaves have a demure beauty.Like the flowing time, it is quiet and unhurried, passing through the memory, flying like a butterfly, shuttling outside the memory.

Some answers are written the moment you start.Such as sentimentality, such as persistence.

Walking like this, one way after another; remembering like this, one paragraph after another, these long or short words, besides herself, who do they seem to be related to?

Who, do you know?
The slender moon in the sky slowly fell, passed through the forest tops in the west, and finally fell down.

Ouyang Fu was stunned for a while, then smiled and stopped.

"Thinking about what?"

Suddenly he felt a weight on his shoulders, and before he could turn his head around, he saw a sunny smiling face approaching him.

"Why are you here again?"

Ouyang Fu blurted out shallowly.

"What?" Xia Yang squinted at Ouyang Fu, "You don't want to see me that much!"

Ouyang Fu smiled slightly: "That's not the case, but, didn't you leave? Why, why are you back?"

Seeing that Xia Yang didn't make a sound, Ouyang Fu narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced not far away, and then looked at Xia Yang again: "Could it be that there is no return ticket?"

Xia Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, and stretched out his hand towards Ouyang Fuqian: "Reimburse the ticket."

"Heh!" Ouyang Fu smiled and hit Xia Yang's hand with the book in his hand, "Good idea!"

"Huh!! Xiaoqian, are you beating or kissing?" Xia Yang withdrew his hand and gently rubbed the palm of the beating, "I don't want to be beautiful. I'm a boy, just handsome enough."

Ouyang Fu glanced at Xia Yangxuan, turned around and walked forward without answering.

"My handsomeness is so handsome that you have nothing to say?"

Xia Yang followed slowly.

Ouyang Fuqian didn't make a sound, just smiled and looked forward.

"The moonlight tonight," Xia Yang looked up at the somewhat dark night, "it's too shallow, and there are only a few stars. Another day, when the moon is full, I must come to enjoy the moon with you..."

"Okay, just tell me what you have to say," Ouyang Fuqian looked at Xia Yang, "Reimbursement of travel expenses is free."

"Are you so stingy?" Xia Yang put his backpack on his back, "I can't bear to give me the travel expenses of one yuan and fifty cents, are you still the gentle and generous Qianqian in my heart? You..."

"no!"

Ouyang Fu interrupted Xia Yang with a slight smile, "Where's your own monthly card? For the one yuan and fifty cents toll, Moji hasn't left until now. Do you think yourself stupid?"

Xia Yang was startled, and looked at Qianqian: "Okay, Xiaoqian, you're smart again."

The corners of Ouyang Fuqian's mouth twitched slightly: "Don't be poor, if you have something to talk about, if you have nothing to do, go back as soon as possible, just in time for the roll call."

"Roll call?" Xia Yang couldn't help laughing, "I came out over the wall in the morning, and I was afraid that he would roll call at night, besides..."

Halfway through speaking, he stopped.

"Say it, why don't you say it?" Ouyang Fuqian stopped and looked at Xia Yang, "Is there anything else you can't say, Xia Yang?"

"That's true, you still understand me." Xia Yang smiled, and approached Ouyang Fuqian, "Let's go, let's continue to spend the next month or so."

Ouyang Fu was slightly taken aback.

Brat, aren't you planning to leave?

Why, all of a sudden, you changed your mind again?
(End of this chapter)