"Long-term lovesickness means long-lasting memories, short-term love-making means endless love. I had known that it would be such a troubling thing, why would I not have known each other in the first place."
Xia Yang repeated it, turning his head to look at the crescent moon that was gradually setting in the west.
"Li Bai's words?" Luo Yan glanced at Liu Ruixuan, then looked at Xia Yang.
"Yeah." Xia Yang responded without looking back.
Luo Yan turned to look at Liu Ruixuan, then stopped for a moment.
Looking at him again?
What's the meaning?
Liu Ruixuan looked around at the two people in front of him and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Is this halftime?
Or are you going to change the topic again?
"There are three thousand pieces of weak water, but you only take one scoop. In this mortal world, you only love one person."
Xia Yang's warm voice came over.
"Is this what Senior Xia Yang is pursuing?" Luo Yan looked at Xia Yang, was silent for a moment, took a deep look at Liu Ruixuan, lowered her head, and then raised her head again in an instant.
Um? Liu Ruixuan was startled for a moment and looked at him again!
"I once read an article about ten years of lovesickness." Luo Yan said, "I was so moved that I cried."
"Huh?" Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but responded, "Come and listen."
After that, I couldn't help but want to slap myself twice.
Who can recite the articles they have read? It would be good if they can remember just a few words.
"I can't remember clearly, but I still remember some of the first few paragraphs." Luo Yan thought for a while and nodded towards Liu Ruixuan, "I can't remember where I saw it or who I heard mentioned it. 's: It is said that the plane tree is a symbol of romance."
What? Luo Yan also knows that the French plane tree is a symbol of romance?
Liu Ruixuan looked at Luo Yan, or does everyone in Jingyun know?
"What's wrong, senior?" Luo Yan paused, her eyes slightly opened on her fair face, "Am I wrong?"
ah? Is your expression so obvious?
Liu Ruixuan raised his eyebrows slightly and cleared his throat, "No Ying"
It seems that everyone knows the romantic plane tree, Jingyun.
"Yeah." Luo Yan chuckled, took a deep look at Liu Ruixuan, glanced at the street lamp above her head, and laughed, "Then I will continue. The sentence just now is the beginning of my article. "
What? Liu Ruixuan blinked, and out of the corner of his eye he caught Luo Yan looking over, and the corners of his mouth twitched again.
Do most people know it?
Who is the author of this article?
You actually know that?
Ahem, okay. He didn't invent this romance either.
Liu Ruixuan opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he heard Xia Yang's voice.
"Yeah." Xia Yang responded, raised his head and glanced at the deep sky above his head, then lowered his head and chuckled.
"Okay." Luo Yan responded and sniffed softly, "The rain in the south of the Yangtze River began to pour down. The whole city was enveloped in the rain, half hazy and half moist."
"Through the ancient window panes, the sycamore trees next to the window are moistly dyed with the autumn charm of Jiangnan: after the autumn rain has passed, they slowly turn yellow, stained with the traces of time."
Ahem, Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but glance at Luo Yan, who was in front and left, with the corner of his eye.
What beautiful words!
Suddenly there are some familiar illusions!
He seemed to have seen such a text somewhere, with simple words and the most concise sentences, but the most beautiful words were spliced together. Unknowingly, the emotion had been written into the eyes and hearts of the readers.
Luo Yan turned her head slightly, looked towards the street lights and parasol trees opposite, and spoke in a low and gentle voice:
"In the breath of rain, it inadvertently spreads over the pages gradually piled up on the table, and the past is flying like butterflies, filling every crevice of the soul."
A faint laughter came faintly: my wish was like a rain of rouge wet petals, half pure and half rich. "
Liu Ruixuan looked to the left and glanced at the pedestrians on the road.
I speculated in my mind that the author of this beautiful article, which is so delicate, must be a girl.
No, no, to be exact, it should be a female student.
"In the flying rain flowers, I met a group of friends. They worked hard in their own squares and dyed their own colors: long or short, sharp or subtle. However, they were all kind and more sincere. .
He didn't shy away from pointing out the shortcomings that I didn't want to reveal, and he didn't shy away from affirming my unique style. "
What? style? Is it possible that this girl is still writing?
Liu Ruixuan was startled for a moment, lowered his eyes, and looked at the road at his feet.
The campus is full of gray-white cement roads and cobblestone roads that pass through the woods and across lawns. Only the broad boulevard, a gray-black asphalt road with French plane trees on both sides, goes straight forward and crosses most of the campus. The campus leads directly to Jingyun's library building.
Is that girl also at Jingyun Normal University?
Luo Yan's voice came over again: "The kind comments and elegant conversations attracted me, and they also enriched the colors of autumn, making the entire sky after the autumn rain blue. So, the sky was so blue that it was transparent and dazzling.
The rain in the south of the Yangtze River falls one after another, year after year, and I suddenly think of the memories from many years ago, and the gaze I stared at many years ago, clear and a little persistent. So, now, many years later, my vision is clearer and more persistent. "
Um? Stopped?
Liu Ruixuan was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked at Luo Yan.
The originally unpleasant sound quality actually became clearer when these words were written, with a trace of spring water flowing from the mountain stream.
Looking at Luo Yan's slightly tilted face, an idea suddenly emerged.
Couldn't this article be written by Luo Yan?
Otherwise, how could she remember?
Why is it so emotional?
Liu Ruixuan stared at Luo Yan's fair face and thought again and again.
However, what is the intention of suddenly writing this beautiful article?
Xia Yang Yiru stood beside the jade tree in the wind as before, looking at the clear first quarter moon in the west, and the orange street lamps outlined the outline of his handsome face.
Second brother, are you also impressed by this literary talent?
Ahem, he also likes this.
I always feel like I have seen this style of writing and writing somewhere, but I can’t remember it for a while.
Luo Yan, this memory is indeed good!
He has only written about a dozen songs. He can hum along to the tune and still remember the lyrics!
As for the words he had written, he never remembered them.
It’s not that he is willful, it’s just that he has never had the habit of memorizing his own words!
Liu Ruixuan looked at Luo Yan and said, "Why did you stop? Keep going."
"I can't remember the following content clearly." Luo Yan smiled and lowered her head slightly, "After all, I am not the author."
Um? When Liu Ruixuan heard this, he was slightly startled, haha.
He guessed wrong again!
Wait, a soldier never tires of deceit, doesn't he have some ulterior motives?
"Ahem." Luo Yan chuckled, "At that time, I accidentally saw it in a book and excerpted a few paragraphs. Later, the book was taken away by my deskmate. Later, I don't know what the book was. Where to go."
Huh? extract?
This is a good habit!
He also had a habit of excerpting.
Liu Ruixuan's eyes flashed with a smile, and he responded softly, "Oh."
Pity!
"So, do you still remember the title of this article?" Liu Ruixuan asked reluctantly.
It would be a shame not to finish reading such a beautiful article!
Although regret is also a kind of beauty, in his dictionary, pursuing hard is the best.
Ahem, pursue it hard.
Liu Ruixuan suddenly remembered his secret love that had just ended.
An impossible pursuit, a heartbreaking love.
Before he even had time to pursue her, he was severely rejected by Zhu Yan.
To pursue it vigorously, it seems to be Xia Yang, right?
Liu Ruixuan lowered his eyes silently, and glanced at the quiet screen next to him from the corner of his eye.
"One step away, it's lovesickness, not love. Feelings are like dust, but they are always so meticulous." Xia Yang's voice suddenly came over.
Um? Liu Ruixuan looked at Xia Yang, what?
Second brother, this screen seems a little uneasy.
He was asking Luo Yan.
The second brother's poetry flourishes again?
"I have seen this article too." Xia Yang smiled slightly, glanced at Luo Yan, then turned to Liu Ruixuan, "Brother, haven't you seen it before?"
Um? Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but widen his eyes. After a moment, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "No Ying."
Why have they all seen it?
Is he the only one who hasn't seen it?
Is it just the difference between those who study philosophy and those who study music?
wrong! Liu Ruixuan quickly dismissed this sudden idea.
Luo Yan also studies music, why has she seen it too?
A gust of warm wind blew by, and Liu Ruixuan woke up slightly. He looked left and right at Luo Yan, who had a sweet smile in front of her, and Xia Yang, who was suddenly full of poetry and poetry.
A flash of light flashed in his mind. Both of them had people they liked and missed, but he didn't.
"Remember," Luo Yan responded softly, "the title of this article is "Lovesickness"."
Um? Lovesick?
Liu Ruixuan couldn't help being startled.
This time, he guessed correctly.
What happened to Xia Yang just now? I miss you forever, but I miss you forever.
It turned out that they were talking about lovesickness and drinking red beans.
Spring came again to see the red beans blooming, but there was no lover there to pick fireworks and enjoy the romance. The true love was not there. The most willing to forget the ancient poems and the most dismissive were lovesickness...
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