After the exams are over, the school officially ends for summer vacation.
The four people in Jiang Yulou's dormitory, Xu Xiangdong and Yu Min, were going home by train. They had a lot of things to bring, so Jiang Yulou and Wei Guoping simply helped them carry their luggage until they were sent to the station.
Wei Guoping looked at the backs of the two people and said with emotion: "The years are fleeting and the years have passed, leaving only a touch of sadness, like autumn leaves turning yellow and withering silently."
"Talk like a human being." Jiang Yulou glanced at him and said disdainfully.
"Uh... Yulou, our freshman career is over in a blink of an eye, and we will be sophomores next year."
"Why are you suddenly sad for spring and autumn? Leave it to me to pretend."
"Hey, do you think we will be allowed to welcome new students in the first semester of our sophomore year? We are considered old students, so it's time to show our sense of ownership and take care of the new students."
"Tsk, tsk, you're just making this calculation. Do you think I don't know what it means?"
Wei Guoping licked his lips and said, "I will be a senior next semester. Is there anything wrong in helping my junior classmates?"
"You'd better help the junior girls in school." Jiang Yulou couldn't help but complain.
"Then where else can I go?"
Jiang Yulou was too lazy to pay attention to him. Before leaving, he reminded him specifically: "Old Wei, don't forget to promise me."
"We've already started looking again, and it shouldn't take long. Not to mention, there are quite a few people selling their houses this year, and they all found relatives abroad. Who would believe it?" Wei Guoping said.
“They don’t sell houses, so where are we outsiders going to buy houses?”
"Too."
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It's a holiday, and Jiang Yulou can't take any time off.
The bilingual work "Jurassic Park" he was creating involved a lot of his experiences, as well as the adaptation of "Fame". He suddenly found that he was even more tired during the vacation.
Fortunately, I can still go to Xiangjiang in August, go out for a walk, relax, and maybe get something unexpected.
In addition to creative matters, Jiang Yulou has something that has always been on his mind.
For this reason, he specially made an appointment with Tang Yuewen to meet her.
On a park bench, a young couple cuddled together.
The two hadn't seen each other for a few days, but they still had endless things to say. When you are with the person you like, no matter how much you talk about love, you never get tired of it.
Tang Yuewen rubbed Jiang Yulou's chest and then raised her head, taking out something like a picture album from her bag.
"Give."
"What's this?"
"Picture album." The girl emphasized: "I drew it!"
Jiang Yulou said strangely: "Hey, when did Yue Wen learn to draw?"
"Hehe, it's just a small hobby." The girl smiled shyly and urged: "Have a look and comment on my painting skills."
"Okay, I'm going to appreciate your masterpiece."
Jiang Yulou agreed wholeheartedly and then opened the album.
The moment he opened it, he couldn't help but be moved, because the first page of the picture album was a picture of him, and it was still him in high school.
The girl drew a sketch. It can be seen that her skills in the first drawing were relatively unfamiliar, but Jiang Yulou could still tell from the characteristics of the sketched characters that she was drawing herself.
Jiang Yulou looked into the girl's eyes and praised: "Is that me? That's great!"
"Really? The first painting was drawn not long after I first learned sketching. Look at the back. My painting skills have improved a lot." Tang Yuewen was a little embarrassed by his praise, and then emphasized.
Jiang Yulou squeezed the girl's little hand and said with a smile: "As long as it is drawn by you, I like it."
Tang Yuewen smiled lightly, but her eyes were bright, and she was obviously very excited.
Jiang Yulou touched his chin and said, "The first picture should be from my high school days."
"Well, it was during my freshman year of high school." The girl confirmed his guess.
Jiang Yulou smiled evilly and said, "I didn't expect you to have a crush on me since then."
"Who...who has a crush on you!" Tang Yuewen blushed.
The girl tried her best to deny it, but her eyes kept glancing at the boy. Obviously, the truth is not what she said.
"Oh, really, then why do you remember me so deeply a few years ago?" Jiang Yulou had a smile on his lips, and his eyes were fixed on the girl, as if he wanted to peek into her heart.
A layer of red appeared on Tang Yuewen's fair cheeks. Immediately, she seemed to be deep in thought. She answered after a while: "Because, you are the only boy in the class who is willing to talk to me after that incident."
Hearing this, Jiang Yulou hugged the girl's shoulders distressedly. He knew that the girl was talking about being ostracized by her class after her family background spread.
"It's passed."
"Well, everything is over. But I still feel very lucky because you were in the class at that time, otherwise I might not have the courage to continue studying in school." Tang Yuewen smiled like a cloud opening into the mist.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore." The girl shook her head and breathed a sigh of relief.
The girl pouted and reached out to "snatch" the picture album in Jiang Yulou's hand, "If you don't want to read it, just give it back to me. It's rare for someone to draw a picture specifically for you to see."
"Who said I won't read it? I'm going to read it now." Jiang Yulou dodged the girl's hand and turned to the next picture.
It's still his sketch, but the characters in the painting are older.
Jiang Yulou looked through them one by one.
Slowly, the painting took on a background. Sometimes he is talking to his classmates, and sometimes he is sweating on the basketball court.
Looking at these paintings, he seemed to be looking at his own high school career.
Soon, the timeline in the painting stretched to the third year of high school. He is no longer alone in the painting, there is a girl's back next to him. Although only the back was painted, Jiang Yulou knew that the girl in the painting was Tang Yuewen.
It wasn't until the background of the painting seemed to include a park in Yanjing that the girl in the painting no longer only had a back, but a profile.
The painting shows the good times the two spent together. Recalling the scene at that time, he still showed a knowing smile.
Until I saw the last painting, the girl still didn't draw her front face, and she still couldn't see any expression on her side face. But Jiang Yulou had a feeling that the girl was smiling.
Yes, the girl in the painting is smiling!
"Yue Wen..." Jiang Yulou obviously had thousands of tender feelings, but he couldn't say a complete sentence.
He could only hold the girl tightly in his arms with all his strength.
"I know, Yulou, I know..." the girl murmured.
At this moment, time seemed to have stopped. The two of them hugged each other quietly, enjoying the tranquility and beauty. No words were needed, only each other's presence was needed.
After a long time, Jiang Yulou kissed the girl's forehead and said softly: "Yue Wen, can you give me this picture album?"
The girl closed her eyes and said nothing, but nodded obediently.
He further promised: "I will keep it well."
"Yes, I believe it." Tang Yuewen smiled sweetly.
