Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 312 The Most Romantic Thing - Reunion

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Liu Ruixuan turned his head slightly, looking at the Jingyun campus shrouded in the setting sun.

The iconic ancient bell tower of Jingyun Normal University looks solemn and majestic in the afterglow of the setting sun. There are large expanses of sycamore trees beside the bell tower lined up along the wide concrete road of the campus.

I can’t remember where I saw it, or who I heard mentioned it: It is said that the plane tree is a symbol of romance.

When he met that girl, under the witness of the plane tree, there was an indescribable romance.

In the blushing afterglow, the past is flying like a feather butterfly, filling every crevice of the soul, and a faint laughter comes over: a small wish is like a rain of carmine wet petals, half pure , half rich and colorful.

Two days later, they met in Jingyun.

On that same evening when the sun was setting and the twilight was clear, they met again.

He originally thought that such a romantic encounter would compose eternity under the setting sun, in the years, between heaven and earth.

Cherish each other and approach each other under the flowing sunshine; together, see the blooming spring, hear the summer when the rain hits the window lattice, enjoy the early autumn when the lotus rains at night, and the late winter when the snow butterflies fly.

This was the most romantic thing he thought!

As he once imagined, on campus, he started his first love, and then, it blossomed and bore fruit: a couple for a lifetime.

The most romantic thing I can think of is growing old with you.

When they are too old to go anywhere, he can smile and say to her, you are still my treasure.

The most beautiful thing is to walk on the edge of spring and see how the city is full of wind in the precarious spring breeze. Then, bind it into a book and leave it to be read and picked up after years, so that every flower and tree will be tender.

He clearly remembered the situation when they met again.

The campus of Jingyun Normal University is quaint.

Ancient and simple, quiet but poetic, romantic and youthful.

The wide cement road shows the dignified atmosphere of Jingyun, while the bluestone path full of flowers and grass is full of poetic romance of Jingyun.

In the southwest corner of Jingyun campus, there is a large area of ​​phoenix trees. At the end of the phoenix trees is an endless lawn. Name: Silent Lake.

Just in line with Jingyun's school motto: be indifferent and show your ambitions, and be quiet and far-reaching.

That lake is the favorite place of Jingyun people, and it is also his favorite place.

From the day he entered Jingyun, he would check in at dusk every day.

Sit quietly on the grass by the lake, or by the big rock next to the weeping willows by the lake, or face the lake, watching the sunset and the evening light, and feel the existence and beauty of life.

He clearly remembered that the evening of that day was extraordinarily beautiful. The setting sun hung over the sycamore trees outside the lawn, and the campus at dusk became quiet and extremely peaceful.

In the twilight that day, he routinely sat by the lake for a while out of boredom, got up, and walked back.

Going around the cobblestone path by the lake, stepping on the bluestone path surrounded by grass, the green under his feet attracted his attention. The green and tender grass that has just sprouted is as gentle as him, the pair of eyes in his heart .

Suddenly, he remembered the blue and white figure he had met.

I couldn't help but stop, and sat handsomely on the lawn on the side of the path, staring fixedly at the green grass, and then at the large bluestone slab, unexpectedly, I felt a kind of tranquility, a kind of A tranquility that penetrates deep into the marrow.

It is quiet, cold, and moist with rain, just like the tears of the graceful woman.

The small road with bluestone slabs, in an instant, was stained with the ancient charm of Jingyun.

He looked at the bluestone path winding to Jingbo Lake, slightly dazed.

I don't know, that angelic woman who I met before, is walking there again now, or where should I stop and wait and see?
Who gallops past her on horseback, and who looks up until the end of the world that disappears?
It can be seen that the figure of her galloping past has been swaying in his sight since then, and has never disappeared.

There was a soft laugh, and he turned his head inadvertently.

Everything in the world became brighter in an instant.

Just beyond the setting sun, a beautiful blue and white figure came into view, walking from five or six meters away, surrounded by a group of chaotic figures.

Extraordinarily dazzling.

Facing the unexpected meeting after you meditated hard, how do you feel?
Liu Ruixuan clearly remembered that there was a feeling of tears in his eyes at that time.

He stiffly concealed his excitement, nonchalantly studying the bluestone slabs and bushes in front of him (but glanced at the approaching person from the corner of his eye), thinking he was secretly watching her.

Her every move was so suitable and beautiful, it made his heartbeat speed up a lot unconsciously, and he even heard his own heartbeat.

Footsteps and laughter gradually approached.

He heard someone shouting with a smile, "Zhu Yan, little talented girl, hurry up, Director Gu is still waiting for us."

Zhu Yan?He intuitively felt that it must be her name.

What a beautiful name!
He continued to study the grass and stone slabs calmly, with surprise in his eyes, talented woman?
Well, I just matched with him, he is the little piano prince of the music department.

"Huh? Zhu Yan, look, why is someone looking at Xiaocao in a daze?"

A voice sounded nearby.

daze?He is obviously studying how Xiaocao overcomes obstacles and shows the vitality of life.

He raised his head slightly and smiled lightly.

"Wow, isn't this the little piano prince from the music department who played "Read You" at the New Year's Eve party?"

Suddenly someone in the crowd recognized him.

He nodded slightly, stood up, and looked at the beautiful blue figure passing by.

Hello, Zhu Yan.

He clearly saw Zhu Yan glance at him and smile sweetly, very much like the previous appearance...

She is also in Jingyun!
She seems to have noticed him too, her actions seem to be a little cautious, her face seems to be red, (Did she recognize him, is she feeling overwhelmed?)...

Suddenly there is an illusion of alternation between reality and illusion.

He kept saying something in his heart, and he didn't know where he heard it: it is enough to meet this kindness again.

Since then, he wandered around every corner of the campus like a cleaner every day, hoping to see the person from the dream again.

What will it be like to meet again?
Maybe she would read a book on the grass next to the mooring, and he put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked past her calmly, and said casually, Hi!She raised her head and saw that it was him, her face turned red... No, no, it's too vulgar.

Three of his own front teeth got acid first!
Or, she was reading in the classroom, she happened to be sitting in front of him, no, on the side, her pen fell under his feet, he picked it up and handed it to her, smiling at her, her face... .

Cough cough, their music department doesn't need to study by themselves in the classroom since the first year of their sophomore year.

to assume or to assume that... might be... not as good as...

Days passed, and thirty or forty advertising agencies were opened for the idea of ​​meeting each other, but Zhu Yan still didn't show up.

He began to suspect that the image of Zhu Yan was a fantasy he cut out from a dream and pasted into reality.

He compressed all these to the limit and buried them deeply in his heart.

But any inadvertent or careless suggestion can bounce it away and fill his chest, making him feel helpless and uncomfortable...

"Son, don't you send love letters?"

The proprietress Xuanhua said quietly, looking at her handsome son, she couldn't hold back in the end and asked.

What's the matter with your son?At this point, don't follow her at all!
love letter?Liu Ruixuan raised his eyebrows slightly, who doesn't know how to send love letters.

When he is his old man?
Of course he was preparing a love letter.

"Yes, son, have you written a love letter yet?"

The boss, Liu Fen, glanced at his handsome son who looked hesitant. He was not following him when it came to courting girls.

Think back then, when they were young.

Hey, the boss Liu Fen glanced at the little boy not far away again, that boy was as good as he was when he was young.

Huh?Could it be that he hugged the wrong son when he was born?
The boss Liu Fen came back to his senses, and carefully looked at the son in front of him again.

These eyebrows, these eyes, and this nose are the same as those of the old woman.

The boss, Liu Fen, glanced at the old woman beside him, and then at his handsome son.

Well, it's personal.

"Son, mother knows where your crux lies." The proprietress Xuanhua said with a clear expression, "Where to send a piece of love, it is the king's will to be reluctant to leave. Son, love words are important, but love letters must Indispensable, I think back then..."

"Ahem," Liu Fen, the boss beside him, suddenly coughed and blinked hard at his wife.

As long as the two of them know about the old sesame and rotten millet, why should they show it off? Isn't this just adding salt to his son's wound?

"What are you coughing, I'm showing up for education." The proprietress Xuan Hua gave her wife a white look, then turned her head to look at Liu Ruixuan, whose expression changed slightly in front of her, "My son is broken in love, why don't you listen to the old man's advice and learn a little bit more?" Lessons learned from the past.”

The boss Liu Fen smiled awkwardly and turned his head away.

Alas, he knew that this old woman only had her son in her heart.

Let her go, as long as the two of them are happy.

Liu Ruixuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked left and right at his parents.

Do you not care about his mood when you show your affection openly in front of him like this?
Could it be that he is not his own?
"Son, in the matter of chasing Xiaoyan," the proprietress Xuan Hua paused, "in the matter of chasing girls, you have to learn from your father."

Xiaoyan, it has become a thing of the past, and the past is irreversible, but the experience of failure must be summed up.

The "hey hey" laughter didn't rise as expected, old man, what's the situation, what's the deal?

The lady proprietress Xuan Hua glanced at her, and her wife turned her head away, hey, what kind of expression is that old face, it looks like fried pork liver.

She likes fried pork liver with green pepper the most!
"Well, Mom, you say the key points, I will remember."

Liu Ruixuan took out a small notebook and pen from the beige coat, and looked at his mother expectantly.

This gossip still needs to be listened to, Xiuxiu doesn't even know about it, he has it all to himself.

If you accidentally become famous in the future, if you ask about family anecdotes, this can be revealed.

Ahem, take it out and prove that they are all practitioners of love from a scholarly family.

"Well, when your dad just learned to write, he quietly wrote my name and stuffed it in my drawer."

The proprietress Xuanhua blinked slightly, thought for a while, and then opened up the conversation.

"Where did I write your name? I couldn't write when I was six years old." The boss Liu Fen retorted instantly. He was so good at bragging that he almost lost touch with reality.

"Oh, I misremembered. It turned out to be six years old. When I was six years old, I drew a picture and gave it to me excitedly. I saw it, but I didn't recognize it." The proprietress Xuan Hua raised her eyebrows slightly.

six years old?At the age of six, she could not read or write.

She only remembers one painting.

There is a big circle and a small circle, and there are many small circles next to the small circle.

The circle made her eyes almost turn into circles.

"I don't know what, that Huahua is obviously you and me." The boss Liu Fen curled his lips, "The little flower is you, and the cow dung is me."

"Oh, people in the village say that Xuan Hua and Liu Fen (flowers and cow dung), so that's how they came here."

Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but chuckled, and wrote in his notebook, my father and mother, six years old, little flower cow dung, expressing their heartfelt feelings.

Wait, let me go, this is too premature.

Wasn't that era very conservative?

His father is indeed better than him, he can pick up girls at the age of six.

Cough cough, she really has vision, at the age of six, she chose her mother...

Like Xia Yang and Zhu Yan, they are both childhood sweethearts.

Liu Ruixuan turned his head slightly, and looked at the two people he was most familiar with. Their embracing figures were stretched very long by the setting sun...

(End of this chapter)