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Liu Ruixuan turned his head slightly and looked at the Jingyun Campus shrouded in the sunset.
The iconic old bell tower of Jingyun Normal University looks solemn and solemn in the afterglow of the setting sun. Next to the bell tower, large swathes of sycamore trees line up along the wide cement road on campus.
I can’t remember where I saw it, or who I heard mentioned it before: it is said that the French plane tree is a symbol of romance.
The meeting between him and the girl, witnessed by the plane tree, enshrouded an indescribable romance.
In the red afterglow, the past is flying like butterflies, filling every crevice of the soul, and a faint laughter comes faintly: the wish is like a rain of rouge wet petals, half pure and half Gorgeous.
After two days, they met in Jingyun.
They met again on that evening when the sun was setting, and the twilight was clear.
He originally thought that such a romantic encounter would create eternity under the setting sun, in the years, and between the earth.
Cherish each other and get closer under the flowing sunshine; accompany each other and watch the spring with blooming flowers, hear the rain hitting the window lattice in summer, enjoy the early autumn with dry lotus and night rain, and pass through the late winter with flying snow butterflies.
This was the most romantic thing he had ever thought!
Just as he had imagined, his first love began on campus, and then it blossomed into a pair for life.
The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old together with you.
When they are too old to go anywhere, he can smile to her, you are still the treasure in my hand.
The most beautiful thing is walking on the edge of spring, watching the crumbling spring breeze full of city breeze, and then binding it into a book, leaving it to be read and picked up over the years, and every flower and tree will be preserved tenderly.
He clearly remembered the situation when they met again.
The campus of Jingyun Normal University is antique.
Ancient yet simple, quiet yet poetic, romantic yet youthful.
The wide cement road highlights Jingyun's dignified atmosphere, while the bluestone road covered with flowers and grass is full of Jingyun's poetic romance.
In the southwest corner of Jingyun campus, there are large sycamore trees. At the end of the sycamore trees is an endless lawn. The lawn is surrounded by roads on three sides and faces the lake on one side. Several roads lead to the lakeside with mixed trees. The lake has a pleasant sound. Name: Jingpo Lake.
It just happened to be in line with Jingyun’s school motto: indifferent and clear aspirations, tranquility and far-reaching.
That lake is Jingyun's favorite place, and it is also his favorite place.
From the moment he entered Jingyun, he would check in every evening.
Sit quietly on the grassland by the lake, or by the big rocks next to the weeping willows, or face the lake, watch the sunset, and feel the existence and beauty of life.
He clearly remembered that the dusk was particularly beautiful. The setting sun hung over the sycamore tree outside the lawn, and the campus became quiet and peaceful at dusk.
In the dusk there, he sat boredly by the lake for a while, then got up and walked back.
Around the cobblestone road by the lake, he stepped onto the bluestone road surrounded by grass. The green under his feet attracted his attention. The green and tender grass that had just sprouted was as gentle as him, the eyes in his heart.
Suddenly, I remembered the beautiful blue and white figure I had encountered.
I couldn't help but stop, and sat handsomely on the lawn on the side of the road, staring at the green grass, and then at the large area of bluestone. Unexpectedly, I felt a kind of tranquility, a deep feeling. Marrow tranquility.
It is quiet, cool, and moist with rain, just like the graceful woman's tears that never fall.
The bluestone road was instantly dyed with the ancient charm of Jingyun.
He looked at the bluestone road winding to Jingpo Lake, feeling slightly startled.
I don’t know where the messenger-like woman I met is walking by again now, or where is she stopping and watching?
Who is galloping past her, and who is looking up into the distance until she disappears at the end of the world?
It can be seen that her figure passing by has been swaying in his distant sight since then and has never disappeared.
There was a gentle laughter, and he turned his head inadvertently.
Everything on the ground suddenly became brighter.
Just outside the sunset, a blue and white silhouette came into view, walking from five or six meters away, surrounded by a group of chaotic figures.
Extraordinarily dazzling.
How do you feel when faced with an unexpected encounter after you meditate hard?
Liu Ruixuan clearly remembers that he felt tears filling his eyes at that time.
He concealed his excitement stiffly and studied the bluestone and grass in front of him as if nothing had happened (but he glanced at the person approaching from the corner of his eye), thinking that he was spying on her in a hidden way.
Every move she made was so fitting and beautiful, which made his heartbeat speed up unconsciously. He even heard the thumping sound of his own heartbeat.
Footsteps and laughter gradually approached.
He heard someone shouting with a smile, "Zhu Yan, talented woman, 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 slate calmly, surprise flashing across his eyes, talented woman?
Well, I just matched up with him. He is the piano prince of the music department.
"Eh? Zhu Yan, look, why are there people looking at grass in a daze?"
A voice sounded nearby.
daze? He is obviously studying how grass overcomes obstacles and demonstrates the vitality of life.
He raised his head slightly and chuckled.
"Wow, isn't this the piano prince from the music department who played "Reading You" at the New Year's Eve party?"
Suddenly someone in the crowd recognized him.
He nodded slightly, stood up, and looked at the blue figure passing in front of him.
Hello, Zhu Yan.
He clearly saw Zhu Yan glance at him and smile brightly, just like before...
She is also in Jingyun!
She seemed to have noticed him, her movements seemed a little cautious, her face seemed to be red, (did she recognize him, was she feeling like a deer?)...
Suddenly there is an illusion of reality and illusion alternating.
He kept murmuring something in his mind that he didn't know where he heard it: the kindness of being able to meet again is enough.
From then on, 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 be reading a book on the grass next to Jingbo. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked calmly in front of her, casually saying, 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 were given acid first!
Or, she was reading in the classroom, and she happened to be sitting in front of him, no, on the side, and her pen fell at his feet. He picked up the pen and handed it to her, smiling at her, her face...
Ahem, their music department no longer needs to study in the classroom starting from the first year of their sophomore year.
Suppose or... suppose... might be... not as good as...
As the days passed, thirty or forty advertising companies were opened based on the idea of meeting, but Zhu Yan still did not show up.
He began to suspect that the image of Zhu Yan was a fantasy that he had cut out from his dream and pasted into reality.
He compressed it all to the limit and buried it deeply in his heart.
But any inadvertent hint could pop it away and fill his chest, making him feel helpless and uncomfortable...
"Son, didn't you send a love letter?"
The proprietress Xuan Hua said quietly, looking at her handsome son, she finally couldn't hold back and asked anyway.
What happened to my 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?
Do you think he is his father?
Of course he was preparing a love letter.
"Yes, son, have you written a love letter?"
The boss Liu Fen glanced at his handsome son who looked hesitant. His son was not following him at all when it came to pursuing girls.
Think back to when they were young.
Hey, the boss Liu Fen glanced at the fair face not far away again. That fair face was comparable to him when he was young.
Huh? Could it be that he held the wrong son when he was born?
The boss Liu Fen came to his senses and looked at his son in front of him carefully.
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 next to him, and then looked at his handsome son.
Well, it's biological.
"Son, my mother knows where your crux is." Xuan Hua, the landlady's wife, said with a knowing expression, "There is no place to send a piece of love, and it is your will to be reluctant to leave. Son, love words are important, but love letters must be It’s indispensable, I think back then…”
"Ahem," the boss Liu Fen on the side suddenly started coughing and blinked hard at his wife.
It's fine for the two of them to know about those things about sesame seeds and rotten millet. Why should they show it off? Isn't this just adding salt to their son's wounds?
"What are you coughing about? I'm here to educate you." Xuan Hua, the proprietress, rolled her eyes at his wife, then turned to look at Liu Ruixuan, whose face changed slightly, "My son is already broken up in love, so he has to listen to the old man's advice and learn something." Lessons from the past.”
Boss Liu Fen smiled and looked away.
Alas, he knew that this old woman only had her son in her heart.
Let her go, as long as they both are happy.
Liu Ruixuan raised his eyebrows slightly and looked around at his parents.
Are you publicly showing affection in front of him without caring about his mood?
Could it be that he is really not his biological child?
"Son, when it comes to chasing beauty," the proprietress Xuan Hua paused, "When it comes to chasing girls, you have to learn from your father."
Yan has become a thing of the past, and the past cannot be chased back, but the experience of failure must be summed up.
The laughter of "Hey hey" was unexpected. Old man, what's going on? How about a good woman following her husband?
The proprietress Xuan Hua glanced at her wife, who was looking away. Hey, what's the expression on that old face? It looked like fried pork liver.
Her favorite is fried pork liver with green pepper!
"Well, Mom, I'll remember your important point."
Liu Ruixuan took out a notebook and pen from his off-white coat and looked at his mother expectantly.
You still have to listen to this gossip, Xiuxiu doesn’t even know about it, he only gets a share.
If you don't want to become famous in the future and you are asked about anecdotes about your family, you can bring this up.
Ahem, take it out and prove that they are both practitioners of love due to their scholarly family background.
"Well, when your dad just learned to write, he secretly wrote my name and stuffed it in my drawer."
The proprietress Xuan Hua blinked slightly, thought for a moment, and then started talking.
"I didn't write your name. I couldn't write when I was six years old." The boss Liu Fen immediately retorted, saying that he was so awesome that he almost lost touch with reality.
"Oh, I remembered wrongly. It turned out that I was six years old. When I was six years old, he drew a painting and gave it to me excitedly. When I saw it, I didn't recognize it." Xuan Hua, the proprietress, raised her eyebrows slightly.
Six years old? When she was six years old, she couldn't read either.
She only remembers one painting.
One big circle after another, and there are many circles next to the circle.
Her eyes almost turned into circles.
"What don't you know? Those paintings are obviously you and me." Boss Liu Fen curled his lips and said, "The flowers are you, and the cow dung is me."
"Oh, people in the village have Xuanhua Liufen (flowers and cow dung), so that's how it came about."
Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but chuckle, and wrote in the notebook, "My father and mother, six years old, flower cow dung, to express their feelings."
Wait, let me go, this is too premature.
Wasn't that a very conservative era?
His father is indeed better than him. He can pick up girls at the age of six.
Ahem, you are really discerning. When you were six years old, you chose your 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 figures embracing each other were stretched very long by the setting sun...
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