Um?
Xia Yang blinked slightly.
What does this twitching of my right eyelid mean?
I glanced at Zhu Yan, who was hugging her, and wow, her hair is so dark.
Suddenly I remembered Wang Liu's advertising slogan: The lover of my dreams has long, black and beautiful hair.
Xia Yang blinked his eyes and lowered his head again, his hair smelled so good.
Even if Zhu Yan doesn't have long black and beautiful hair, she is still the girl of his dreams.
The girl has changed so much that he can hardly recognize her.
Hey, someone must be scolding him, his right eyelid is twitching like he's fighting.
Xia Yang shook his head from side to side, glanced around, and found that not far away, five or six girls were professionally eating tofu and watching a show.
The other side, huh?
Xia Yang couldn't help but be startled. The boss and the boss's wife were staring at him, looking like their enemies were extremely jealous when they saw the truth.
Does he owe them money?
Xia Yang thought for a moment and raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he owed them ten yuan.
All right.
He admitted it and let Liu Ruixuan take over first.
Xia Yang turned around, hey, why is Liu Ruixuan standing there too?
Urgent to eat?
What are you looking at?
Xia Yang shook his head gently, feeling Zhu Yan's beating and beating, and the accelerated heartbeat. He couldn't help but raise his chin slightly towards Liu Ruixuan, and take a look.
Let's be envious and jealous.
He has a wife to hold him, who is he afraid of!
No one can disturb his firm belief in liking Zhu Yan.
Is Liu Ruixuan still looking at him?
Xia Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at Liu Ruixuan, if you still have any evil thoughts about Zhu Yan, he will destroy you on behalf of Lan Qingqing.
Liu Ruixuan lowered his head and smiled, then looked away.
Xia Yang, even if you like Zhu Yan, you can't erase it. Zhu Yan was once the white moonlight in his heart.
That was the first time he was attracted to a girl.
Zhu Yan is his secret love that he has never had and will never have time to express.
"Son," the proprietress Xuan Hua called softly, sighing silently in her heart.
She felt the same way.
Although she has never experienced it personally, she has read countless books.
The first love of any boy or girl is not always pure and beautiful.
Just like, in the garden under the sycamore tree, the grass has just sprouted, the willow branches have just turned green, and the flowers have just bloomed. Everything is so hazy, but so sweet.
Just because of one of your smiles, I laughed for a while, because of one of your eyes, I was in a daze for the first half of the time, and also because of your inadvertent words, I felt sad for a whole time.
Hey, son, isn't that unspoken secret love like the ivy not far away, which only has green leaves and greens others' eyes, and enriches the colors of spring, but in the end, it does not bear fruit.
The landlady sighed softly, glanced at her husband, and immediately put her left hand on the chopping board again.
This crooked old man actually has a face full of gossip!
Hey, where's the knife?
I looked around and found that it was placed on the other end of the chopping board, with a distance of two meters in between.
Well, they are civilized people and a scholarly family, so they can't hold a knife.
"Ahem."
Liu Ruixuan put down the dish he was holding, took a deep look at Xia Yang on the left, whispered, and glanced left and right at his parents.
How lucky he was to have such an unreliable father and mother, and to have such a harmful friend.
Looking at the impulsive old woman who liked to play catch, Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his temples. Well, for the sake of his friend's safety, he should explain it to his parents.
"Actually, I can't blame Xia Yang for this. Everything has its own way..."
Liu Ruixuan glanced at the French plane tree on the right. According to him, it was a symbol of romance.
He clearly remembered that the first time he saw Zhu Yan, it was spring, just like now, the sun was shining brightly, and there were also romantic plane trees on the roadside he passed.
University life is always leisurely and lazy. For a while, he sat by the window, but couldn't see anyone outside the window. I don't know where he started, but he suddenly discovered that the classroom window began to open on the other side. .
Looking out of the window, he could actually see two tall French plane trees, neatly trimmed, standing in his sight from the window.
In the early morning, noon or hazy evening, when you are tired of reading and chatting, when you need peace of mind or when you are bored. Just then, when you look up, you can see two French plane trees outside the window.
You can see the cloudy or sunny sky revealed through the gaps in the leaves, as well as the crowds of people coming and going under the sky.
The days passed through the autumn, winter and spring and summer of my freshman year in such a distant view.
When the calendar turned to spring again, he walked through most of the city, looking for the bookstore he often visited many years ago. The plain bookstore, the wooden bookshelves, the beautifully bound ancient books with threads, exude the scent of ink-marked books, slowly filling the air...
He still clearly remembers that the road he walked was covered with French plane trees. Large expanses of sycamore trees thickly blocked the way in.
He couldn't help but look up. Only the phoenix trees here could be called "dense" or "gorgeous as a canopy".
The asphalt road in the afternoon was quiet, surprisingly quiet. Occasionally one or two pedestrians walked by, and then only large swathes of sycamore trees and the straight and wide road extended forward to accompany him.
"I walked alone on the street looking at the sky, unable to find the answer..." A well-timed old song sounded, hitting the eardrums, "The more time I have, the more I get used to being alone."
He stopped in the midst of such singing, passing through the branches and leaves of the sycamore tree, looking into the blue sky, looking at the green years when the flowers were blooming and falling, thinking that he had a lot of time to squander, thinking that the story at that time would be very long.
Then, the warm sunshine left a full taste of spring.
He suddenly had an illusion of alternating illusion and reality.
In that illusion, when I turned around, I saw a beautiful figure.
A girl with shoulder-length hair, like an angel who has just folded her wings, stood quietly outside the two sycamore trees, her goose-like neck slightly raised, a smile blooming on her face, looking up at the blue sky above her head. .
He suddenly forgot time and space, and just looked at her quietly, until she suddenly turned her head and smiled sweetly at him.
He was so lost in thought, what beautiful eyes.
Watch her gradually leave in the background.
There was a long sigh in my heart: It’s over!
The clear blue and white figure, the shoulder-length black hair, the goose's neck, that clean smile, those spring-like eyes, those pure eyes...
After that, he couldn't remember how he floated back to Jingyun's dormitory with one foot high and one foot low.
All he knew was that from then on, the girl's image was like a time bomb that exploded before he fell asleep at night.
well!
Who is he? Just like when Fang Hongjian met Tang Xiaofu, that person's mood was erratic and dizzy, and that person's image was like a huge folded steel seal, which suddenly hit his heart and became a symbol of his soul that he could not shake off. .
Coming from where? Where to go? What do you want in life? So what if you are in love for the first time? What to get? What can't you get? How about joy? And, what about sadness?
"I understand, the girl who looks the same is Zhu Yan."
The proprietress Xuan Hua said quietly, turning her head to look at Shi, who was hugged by Bai Lian, with countless envy, jealousy and hatred flashing across her face.
This beauty is indeed beautiful, and my son has good eyesight.
It's a pity that the handsome son's first love was stolen by that shameless and heartless white-faced good brother.
Break up the relationship? After breaking up the relationship, I will give you a lesson for this heartless white-faced person.
"What happened next?" Boss Liu Fen slowly swallowed a few words, "Why were you left alone?"
Leave it to dry?
Liu Ruixuan opened his mouth and glanced at Zhu Yan. It would be nice if he could just put it aside.
"Don't talk and listen to your son." Xuan Hua, the proprietress, turned around and said, "How did you get dumped later?"
Liu Ruixuan:? ?
What a mother-in-law!
You are so gossipy and direct, have you ever considered your son's feelings?
"Come on, it's over. I'm going to teach that white-faced guy who wants to steal love." The boss's wife, Xuan Hua, pushed her husband and reached for the bag on the other side of the chopping board.
"Hey, hey, Hua'er, calm down, you can't hold a knife, son, hurry up, why are you being exposed..."
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