Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 140 Childhood sweetheart, childhood sweetheart

"what is this!"

"postcard."

Park swing, boys and girls.

She took the card and turned it over curiously.

"There are still words!"

She recognized the boy's notes.

The turning point is sharp, and the figure is long and thin, just like a boy, tall and thin.

Make the ballpoint pen write, the pen is very deep, and in turn, you can see obvious marks on the back.

"I'll take a look."

The girl on the swing said so, kicking and kicking with a pair of white strappy sandals, the vivacity of the adolescent girl was almost overflowing, and the surrounding air was filled with a faint fragrance.

"Hey, do you hear me!"

She raised her head and looked at the boy pretending to be angry.

"I'm going to read it!"

"Good good!"

The boy withdrew his gaze from looking at the cloud, and looked at her with a slight smile.

"You read, I listen."

"It's almost there."

The girl snorted.

She coughed, picked up the postcard, and read it with the momentum of a primary school student reciting the text with emotion.

"Let the most simple life, and the most distant dream."

"Even if tomorrow, it's freezing cold, the road is far away and the horse will die."

The girl nodded seriously.

"Not bad."

"It seems to be your QQ signature."

Suddenly remembered.

"How do I remember, isn't that how Haizi wrote his poem?"

"Year of the Seven Violet."

The boy explained to her.

"Haizi's poems are different. This is the sentence in the book Qi Jinnian, the bed is the tomb of youth."

"Year of the Violet."

The girl thought about it.

"It seems to be about the same age as us, and I'm already writing a book. It's amazing."

"Yes."

"By the way, I'll ask you."

"When is the TOEFL test?"

"Two more months."

said the boy.

"Going abroad, I really hate to part with it."

"It's starting to hurt the spring and the autumn again."

Girls dislike him.

"Stay here for a while, thinking about the distance."

"When it's time to go abroad, I don't want to part with it."

"You are actually a hard-to-serve young master."

The boy smiled helplessly.

His eyebrows and eyes are so beautiful.

"No idea."

He said.

"This is me."

Yes, there is no way.

This is him.

Childhood sweethearts, no guesses.

How good, how good.

I remember it was a sunny spring.

The grass grows, the warblers fly, the spring is steep, and the swallows return under the eaves.

Similar words seem to be born to describe such days.

Make people happy.

He sat on the railing, raised his head, and looked into the distance.

"What are you looking at so engrossed in!"

The girl was good at shaking hands in front of his eyes.

"My great poet!"

The boy smiled helplessly.

"It's far away."

He said.

"Look into the distance."

"oh oh."

The girl sat beside him.

The smell of shampoo floated quietly in the air.

Warm, sweet and greasy, it is the kind of smell that makes people drowsy.

Sometimes boys think like poets.

If one day he goes blind.

Just smell it.

You should be able to say oh, too.

"It's you, Xiaoya."

Just like that old movie from the last century.

Smell and know women.

No, it's really inappropriate to use the word "woman" on Xiaoya.

thought the boy.

The girl should be used.

A girl who is as sunny as a sunflower.

His young girl held the complete works of Zhang Ailing on her lap, took out a bookmark made of maple leaves, and continued to read.

It was quiet for a long time.

The boy squinted, basking in the sun, drowsy.

"It's really well written."

The girl's eyes were red.

The boy shook his head with a smile, and took out his tissue paper.

"Scrub."

The girl blew her nose.

Said sullenly.

"Let me read you a paragraph."

The boy agreed with a smile.

She read the sentences about love by the literati of that era in a crying voice.

The boy glanced at the sky.

Another look at the girl.

He smiled lightly.

"Hey, hello!"

"Ok?"

"I'm done reading!"

"Speaking of which, isn't it well written! Isn't it!"

The boy poses as a thinker.

"I think so."

He nodded.

"Not as good as Lu Xun's."

"Nonsense!"

The girl is angry.

"Look, Zhang Ailing's writing is so beautiful."

At this time, the boy shut up with full experience, just nodded vigorously, and fully expressed with body language, what you said, grandma, is right.

There's no way, it's the most stupid thing in the world to reason with a girl who's convinced of one thing.

But you just described Zhang Ailing's appearance in such a serious manner.

thought the boy.

It's really beautiful.

Although this time it seems to be persuaded.

But look, the next time the girl asks again with Zhang Ailing's words, he will definitely have another sentence.

"Not as good as Lu Xun's."

The truth is here.

In the eyes of the boy, how could Eileen Chang compare with Lu Xun?

Not to mention the righteousness of the country and the backbone of the nation.

Just let his girl cry once for the text written by Zhang Ailing.

The boy refused.

So not happy.

That's how they are.

Since childhood, the two children have dug earthworms together.

Bought marbles.

Scribe hopscotch with red bricks at sunset.

Excitedly ran to the field to catch frogs.

Of course, boys have fought other bad boys for girls too.

He ran home with two bags on his head, and quietly wiped his head with vegetable oil, for fear of showing it to his parents.

They later went to the same middle school.

And high school.

At the beginning of six o'clock in the morning, a boy in a blue and white school uniform was riding a bicycle and parked downstairs.

"Xiaoya!"

He pulled the diabolo twice.

"Come on, come on!"

The girl rushed out the door, yelled at him twice, held chopsticks in her hands, and ran back to drink porridge in a hurry.

The boy gave his hand a sigh of relief, and took out a small book, which contained the English words and classical Chinese that he was required to recite recently, as well as the sentences and lyrics he had copied.

"set off!"

The girl sat on the back seat of the bicycle with her schoolbag in her arms.

"Ride slowly!"

"Okay auntie."

"I see, Mom, you can go back!"

Watched by a woman all year round, the bicycle disappeared into the morning mist of the town.

"Give you this."

A small hand got into the pocket of the boy's jacket.

After putting down a round object, he quickly withdrew.

The girl was shaking her feet happily. Those were canvas shoes hand-painted by the boy. On them were the blue sea under the clouds and the red-roofed wooden houses by the sea.

16th birthday gift for girl.

She fell in love with him at first sight, and complained about the boy crying.

"Why are you drawing so beautifully!"

"I can't bear to wear it anymore!"

The boy is really going to be mad at this stupid girl.

But there is no way.

Who said this is his girl.

He can only say.

"Don't worry, get dressed."

"If you like."

"I'll draw two more pairs for you."

The girl looked back and forth at the canvas shoes.

And the red-roofed cabin by the sea.

The trousers of the school uniform were pulled up neatly, revealing her fair ankles.

She laughed happily.

The boy knows what she puts without touching the pocket.

"Give me the unfinished boiled eggs again."

He said.

"I don't like eggs."

"Be careful what Auntie says about you."

"Just don't say it."

The boy sighed.

He heard the girl in the backseat laugh triumphantly.

He muttered helplessly.

"I really can't help you."

"Speaking of which, you."

The girl called him.

"Ok?"

"How about long hair?"

"My hair is already very long."

"Uncomfortable, I mean, long hair that can be tied up."

The girl gestures.

"When the time comes, I'll tie a ponytail for you every day, okay?"

The boy thought about it.

Shaking his head again and again.

He couldn't imagine himself with long hair.

"do not."

He made up an excuse at random.

"The old grandson of the political and religious department will definitely kill me."

"Oh yes."

The girl is persuaded.

He breathed a sigh of relief, escaped, escaped.

Sure enough, Lao Sun's prestige is easy to use.

"it's a pity."

The girl is sullen.

"Obviously you are so good at drawing, but you still can't grow long hair, the more I think about it, the more angry I get."

"draw……"

The boy hesitated.

"Is there any necessary connection with long hair?"

"You don't even know this!"

The girl yelled in a "Oh my god, there are still people who haven't heard of Jay Chou".

"Fortunately, you are still an art student!"

"I'm so disappointed!"

"Do you understand artists, artists!"

"Artists all wear ponytails!"

"How fun, not to say how temperamental I am!

She fluttered her hands and feet aggrievedly, and the bicycle twisted and turned, and it might fall over at any time.

The boy managed to stabilize the car and avoided the tragedy of the untimely death of two great flowers of the motherland. It is really a blessing.

"Nearly died."

"It's not that exaggerated."

"What do you say?"

"Okay I was wrong."

The girl shrank her neck and sat down comfortably, like a lady.

"That, in the future."

she said quietly.

"Would you like to have long hair in the future?"

"You seem very persistent?"

"Because of curiosity."

"Besides, you must look good with a ponytail."

"That's it."

The boy said something ambiguous.

Girls persevere.

"Is it good, is it good?"

"no way."

said the boy.

"At least, let's talk about it after going to college."

"oh oh."

The girl nodded happily.

"That `s a deal!"

"Ah."

Ride, ride, ride, ride.

the boy asked suddenly.

"Can you wear a ponytail?"

"Of course!"

The girl replied decisively.

"Don't worry, I'm a professional in ponytail!"

"Make sure to keep your long hair neat and tidy. If any hair is messed up, I will, I will."

She gritted her teeth.

"I'll wash your socks for a month!"

The boy smiled faintly.

He spoke softly with a volume only he could hear.

"Then I can't bear it."

Boys are very different.

It's that kind, it's different from other peers.

At that time, youth idol dramas were popular, and the handsome boys on TV had better-looking hair than girls, and the students in the campus followed suit. Every Monday, the grandson of the Political and Education Office would arrest people from classroom to classroom, and whoever had slightly longer hair If something was wrong, something strange, or it was burnt, Lao Sun would carry the man's ear out and stand against the wall for the whole morning.

Every time I went to the boy's class, I punished a few people to stand, and at the end I had to praise the boy, saying that this classmate has such good hair, bright spirit, and handsome personality, everyone should learn from him.

Girls are used to it.

From childhood to adulthood, boys have been liked by teachers.

He has good academic performance, can sing and draw, and at the New Year's Eve party, he sang his intimate lover with a guitar on the big stage alone, with an affectionate appearance. If it's not good, it will make the girl angry, and if you don't take it off, you will feel inexplicable guilt.

He is like this, always thinking about others, and rarely thinking about himself.

"What do you want to do next?"

Girls occasionally ask him that too.

"I do not know."

the boy thought.

"In the future, it always feels like a very distant thing."

"Tell me."

"Just say it."

"Well, whatever you say..."

The boy elongated the ending.

"If possible, I want to go to many places."

"I want to sketch in the Pigeon Square in front of the church at dusk."

"Draw the silhouette of the church at sunset."

"I also want to draw kissing couples under the Oriental Pearl Tower."

"A small isolated island in a huge sea of ​​people."

"Anyway."

The boy smiled.

"It's all unrealistic ideas."

"It's fun!"

The girl's eyes sparkle.

"me and you together!"

"I know how to play the flute. When the time comes, I'll find a place to put a hat on and play there. We'll keep going when we save enough money, one city after another."

The girl said longingly.

"How nice."

The boy scratched her nose.

"Very hard."

"I'm not afraid!"

"Seriously, compare to this."

said the boy.

"Let's find a strange city, or for a while, open a small shop, as long as the income can support our monthly expenses, we can sell whatever we want."

"flower shop!"

The girl chimed in excitedly.

"it is good."

The boy agreed.

"The second-hand store that sells CDs is also good. If there are no customers, we can still listen to CDs for a day. I still have two very good cellos at home!"

"also."

"What about the bookstore! How about the bookstore! I like the smell of old books!"

"It's up to you."

the boy said softly.

"It's fine to open any store."

"We don't want to be rich."

"Don't stand out."

"Opening and closing the shop every day, cooking, eating, and reading or drawing together in the study at night."

"By the way, there are sunflowers!"

The girl said.

"We're going to plant a big field of sunflowers."

"Sunflower."

The boy thought about it.

"Buying a piece of land will be very troublesome."

The girl's face fell instantly.

"Really, disappointment!"

she said to the boy.

"Do you understand romance, do you understand exaggeration?"

"Besides, even if there is no land, plastic bottles can't be planted!"

"plastic bottle?"

said the boy.

"Is it the leftover plastic bottle of that kind of drink?"

"Uh-huh!"

The girl nodded.

"Just like what Sanmao wrote in the story of the Sahara."

"Making furniture out of discarded trash."

"What a fun thing to do."

"It's romantic too, isn't it?"

"Plastic bottles that are just thrown in the corner, we pick them up, wash them, and use them to grow flowers."

"Plastic bottles will be very happy too."

"Ah."

The boy nodded.

"Will do."

The boy passed the TOEFL.

They began to prepare for going abroad.

At the same time, girls are preparing for exams.

There was a grade difference between them, and the two made an appointment that the boy would go abroad first and wait for her there.

"I'll write to you."

He said.

"Don't forget to call."

The girl reminded.

They are sitting at a barbecue stall on the street.

It's a rare time for a girl to see anything new.

They talked a lot.

The girl repeatedly told her what to pay attention to when going abroad.

Pay attention to eating, don't forget breakfast, don't stay up late, take good old godmother, use this if you are not used to the food there.

The boy responded one by one.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the barbecue stand.

The two probed to see.

Several gangsters surrounded a table of three girls.

The boy rushed over without saying a word, lifted the bench.

The girl cried anxiously.

What kind of hero is this idiot, what kind of fight you, a thin student, don't even think about it!
Sure enough, in the end the boy came back with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Fortunately, the three girls took advantage of the chaos and escaped.

The gangster felt bored and walked away.

The girl blew air on his face distressedly, and carefully applied the medicine.

Every time he touched the wound, the boy would grin his teeth, and there was no pain, just the flesh on his face throbbing.

"Stupid you!"

The girl patted his thigh distressedly.

The boy didn't speak, just grinned.

"but,"

The girl muttered.

"It's pretty handsome."

The boy said hey twice.

"sorry."

He said.

"There will be no next time."

The girl warned him viciously.

Finally, he went abroad.

The girl starts to go to school alone and leaves school.

She began to memorize English words hard.

Get ready for the TOEFL.

Only occasionally tired, will think of him.

The girl took out a stack of postcards.

Look at the boy's notes one by one.

His face seemed to jump in front of his eyes.

"are you OK?"

The girl wrote to him all night.

It was an era when you had to wait for a second to make a phone call.

Missing can only be conveyed through letter paper.

But ah, paper is short but love is long.

Even writing letters all night can't finish what's on my mind.

So I thought about it even more.

Until, those days.

The webmaster girl sitting in the darkness gently closed her eyes.

She doesn't want to remember.

That was a nightmare.

It was a maze she could not get out of for many years.

No exit found.

The colorful memories gradually dimmed.

become black and white.

The vivacious, always laughing girl shut herself in her room.

She leaned against the door of the room.

I heard my father and mother talking in a lowered voice.

But how can the excitement be suppressed.

"Call the police, call the police, what's the use of calling the police!"

the man said.

"Don't lose face!"

The girl's heart seemed to have been stabbed with a knife.

But I can't feel the pain anymore.

She refuses to go to school.

Refuse to go out.

Even, refusing to leave the room.

Mom brought the food and knocked on her door over and over again.

The girl hugged her knees and stared at the darkness, motionless.

Mom sighed, and she put down the meal.

When no one was there, the girl opened the door and silently ate the cold food.

Then put it back in the door.

She refused to speak to the boy.

Do not write to him.

Nor did he read the letters he sent.

The girl seemed to hear someone laughing at herself in the dark.

Laughing non-stop with a vicious tone.

She is holding a knife, on her wrist.

Still not dead.

Waking up in the hospital, the white ceiling nearly drove her crazy until she drew the curtains and closed the door to shut out the light.

A psychiatrist also came to see her.

"It's depression."

The doctor told mom.

"Has your daughter suffered any major psychological trauma?"

Later, the girl puts on a purple wristband.

She has insomnia all night long.

I didn't fall asleep until dawn.

Life is meaningless.

When planning the next end.

The boy is back.

He should obviously go to school.

But he came back.

Appeared downstairs in the girl.

Like countless pasts.

The boy calls her name.

"Xiaoya!"

She silently peeked at him through the gap in the curtains.

Send a message on your phone.

The girl said.

"She's dead."

From the gap in the curtains, the girl could see the boy's swaying figure.

Then came the message from the other party.

"No, Xiaoya is not dead."

The girl throws away the phone.

She hugged her knees and curled up.

not talking.

The boy was standing downstairs in her house, sending messages over and over again.

From dusk to night.

From night to dawn.

Mom went down to persuade him to go.

The boy stubbornly refused to leave.

His name is no longer Xiaoya.

Just send a message.

But the girl doesn't look.

Its daybreak.

The boy took one last look at her window.

"Good night."

He sent a message.

Say goodnight at dawn.

Then turn around and leave.

The girl watched his back go away.

Tears flowed down my face.

　PS: There will be an update at [-]:[-] p.m.

　　The transformation of the girl, I did not write in detail

　　But you can also imagine the blank space.

　　It is easier for everyone to accept it in their hearts, and don't think too much.

　　In this way, I will add an update at night, and strive to add an update tomorrow, so as to end the first volume.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)