What a beautiful Xia Yang?
That white face, is it beautiful?
The proprietress Xuan Hua glanced at her son, then looked at the white-faced Xia Yang.
Actually, he's really, really handsome.
When I saw that white face just now, my heart trembled slightly, even though I had seen countless people.
These two people really match each other.
The proprietress Xuan Hua turned around and glanced at her son. Suddenly, she didn't know what she wanted.
My son has good taste, so let her go!
There must be something wrong with that white-faced guy who suddenly wants to recognize his elder brother.
He stretched out Fugui's hand and pulled the corner of his wife's clothes beside him.
This fair-faced man turns out not to be lacking in heart.
This father has neglected his duty!
She thought that the old man would teach her son to talk about life and ideals in a timely manner, starting from poetry and songs to philosophy of life, and then from philosophy of life to how to court girls.
After all, back then, when the old man chased her, he followed his own routine.
Although they were sweethearts and childhood sweethearts, the old man had also gone through a long and short journey to get married.
Why didn't his own son inherit any Ding?
Um? The boss Liu Fen glanced at the rich hand and looked at his old woman with wide eyes, "What?"
In addition to the sunset, beautiful flowers and plants, and the beautiful young men and women all around, what is there to be nervous about?
The proprietress Xuan Hua glanced at her wife next to her. She was so stupid. Why were she staring at her?
Um? The boss Liu Fen moved closer to his old lady and reached out to hold the rich hand holding his sleeve. Don't be afraid, he is here.
What are you pulling? The proprietress Xuan Hua glared at her ignorant wife and withdrew her hand. Well, it was up to her to come and relieve her son herself.
This old man has always been unreliable.
Boss Liu Fen's eyes widened and he blinked a few times quickly. Was he wrong?
The proprietress Xuan Hua glanced at her husband, then looked at her son, a smile instantly appeared on her face, "Son, actually, you are too simple and kind, and you value friendship too much."
"Yeah, yeah." Boss Liu Fen quickly agreed. He glanced at Xuan Hua and raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's up to you. Hehe, that son, did you send a love letter later?"
For half the time, I didn’t even mention the love letter.
Hmm, a love letter?
The proprietress Xuan Huafeng opened her eyes slightly, turned her head and looked at her gossiping wife.
How long has it been and you are still thinking about love letters?
"What do you want me to do?" Boss Liu Fen said in a very uninterested manner, "Son, go on, I'll help you sum up my experience."
"Okay." Liu Ruixuan smiled.
Lessons Learned?
The gossipy expression on my face, as well as the frequent interactions and secret glances between me and my mother, are clearly showing off my affection!
Whose, secret love is a tree without flowers.
It is clear that it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness.
Xia Yang is right, people who understand know how to give up, and people who are sincere know how to sacrifice. For those who don't love themselves, they must understand, give up and bless. Too much self-love will only embarrass others and wrong yourself.
Liu Ruixuan turned his head slightly and looked at Zhu Yan and Xia Yang. That person lived in his heart, but lived in a different life.
His secret love has come to an end. From now on, he will get along well with Qingqing and cherish the life in front of him.
Later, in the afterglow of the dusk, he finally did not sit down and accompany Xia Yang to finish the dusk feast.
After calming down his breath, he looked up inadvertently and saw that Zhu Yan, who was six or seven tables away, had disappeared.
At that moment, his brain returned to normal.
His goal is to track Zhu Yan and find her college, class, and even dormitory.
He looked at the tofu noodle in front of him, picked up the spoon, smacked it, and put it down again.
Now, it should be possible to chase him out.
I want to find you, shout your name, and open the box of happiness!
"Thank you for your help. Please use it with ease."
"No, let's eat together." Xia Yang grabbed his sleeve, "Brother, you don't have enough appetite."
"Ahem," Liu Ruixuan glanced at Xia Yang beside him, and then at the slender hand. He felt a little dizzy again. He quickly turned his head away, stared at the tofu brain in front of him, blinked his eyes quickly a few times, and calmed down.
The goal now is not to organize F3, but to chase Zhu Yan!
"I'm full, thank you Xia Yang." Liu Ruixuan gently pulled out his sleeve, "I am Liu Ruixuan, Wen Dao Liu, wise Rui, publicity Xuan, see you later, brother."
After finishing, he smiled politely at Xia Yang and the handsome face opposite him, turned around, and left quickly.
No one can disrupt his pursuit of happiness!
Even if it’s the second brother, it won’t work!
"Hey, Brother Liu, which department are you from?" Xia Yang's gentle voice came from behind, "How can I find you in the future?"
"Conservatory of Music, Piano Department, Junior."
Liu Ruixuan paused, turned his head and smiled, then turned and left.
"Okay, Brother Liu, get busy first. See you later." Xia Yang's gentle voice came from behind.
Liu Ruixuan raised his right hand towards Xia Yang and walked out.
Actually, being the boss is pretty good.
He must organize this F3. From now on, he will no longer be a carnival party, but three people alone.
Walking out of the door of the restaurant and looking around, there are images of Jia Rao everywhere.
After that, there is no later.
Since then, he has never seen Zhu Yan again, and he has also never seen Xia Yang.
He resumed his previous life of going to Jingbo Lake to check in and wandering around the campus all day long.
The same Jingbo Lake, the same dusk, the same dining hall, the same library, he could even pinpoint the time accurately. However, Zhu Yan and Xia Yang seemed to have evaporated without a trace.
He didn't even see the boy with flat hair and thick eyebrows who liked to eat his leftover tofu.
It seemed that the previous encounter was purely a figment of his own imagination, with no trace left behind.
At dusk, he became extraordinarily sensitive and obsessed.
When the afterglow of dusk faded into colorful clouds in the west, the quiet campus suddenly became lively.
Girls go to the library in groups to borrow books, or read quietly in a corner of the campus, or enjoy the beautiful dusk by the Jingbo Lake.
And he, when dusk came, still checked in at the Jingbo Lake, watching the shadow of the setting sun disappear behind the woods little by little, dyeing the lake surface, creating circles of golden ripples, and then slowly fading away.
Suddenly, a voice with a clear tone and a slight smile came from the campus radio station.
Jingyun Xiangwan?
He was slightly startled. Why didn't he realize that there was this program before?
The voice coming from the radio was gentle and the music was gentle, just like the women in those distant times who had a faint scent on their sleeves. They were gentle and beautiful, and filled the air with an aura of intelligence and rationality.
Listening to the beady voice filled the air, the dusk that day was enveloped in a tranquil and graceful atmosphere.
Even now, when I think about it, it is still so peaceful and graceful, like an ink landscape painting that is permanently fixed there, never fading or changing.
He thought that listening to such a voice, he was a little moved, and he thought of the blue and white silhouette again.
Fifteen years have passed since the previous encounter.
He suddenly realized that he had not heard Zhu Yan's voice, and he wondered randomly if it could be as peaceful as this.
Life is still as usual, eating, sleeping, practicing piano, checking in at the lake, listening to the radio, and occasionally going to the library to bask in the sun.
However, his world is much bleaker than before.
Several times, he actually wanted to rush to the radio station to see what kind of girl that intellectual and quiet voice came from.
However, there was another voice in his heart telling him that he couldn't go because that person was not Zhu Yan.
Leave some room for your imagination!
The Conservatory of Music has many instrument rooms, and his favorite is the piano room on the first floor that he often goes to.
There are iron windows with carved hollows, mahogany doors with traces of time, and ivy with the flavor of memory, spreading from the ground to the fourth floor, crossing the roof, and hanging down in curves.
That piano room is where he practices from Monday to Sunday afternoon.
When I was passing by one early morning, I faintly heard the sound of a piano coming from not far away. I listened with bated breath and realized that it was actually coming from that ancient piano room. As I got closer, I realized that a figure was sitting with his back to the door.
That figure had long black hair that was tied into a high ponytail hanging down the back of his head. He was wearing a beige dress with the hem neatly falling at his feet. Looking at that figure, he suddenly thought of something again. That blue and white silhouette is here.
But that person never appeared.
From then on, the sound of the piano would be heard at the same time every morning, when he passed by on time. The music does not stop, time does not stop, and the sounds in the dusk do not stop, until the end of mid-spring and the arrival of late spring.
From early morning to early morning, from reality to fantasy.
He actually felt that Zhu Yan seemed to have always been there, but the reality reminded him again and again that she had never appeared.
He still clearly remembered that morning.
He passed by as usual, and the familiar song came from the room, his favorite song - Read You.
"I will never get tired of reading you a thousand times. Reading you feels like the romantic season of March, a drunken poem.
My love is locked between your brows and your lips and my vows are between your teeth.
All your movements influence my sight. You are my poem, I will never get tired of reading you a thousand times..."
At that moment, he suddenly froze, his eyes slightly moistened, and he heard a familiar voice again, the clean and well-spoken voice of the campus radio station at dusk.
When the song ended, he forgot about it and turned around to leave.
The girl stood up, stood on the side of the piano, gently closed the piano cover, and glanced at him casually.
That neck like a goose, eyes as bright as spring water!
He suddenly felt like tears filled his eyes.
You are always there!
I thought my memory was blurred, but I still remember the ancient flower stand, the shining piano next to the flower stand, you playing seriously at the piano, with a peaceful look on your face, there was faint music in the room, and you sang softly the song "Reading" you"……
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