Suddenly I remembered that ancient love song.
A gust of warm wind blew by, and Liu Ruixuan blinked slightly.
Um? Where is the singing coming from?
I turned my eyes around and found the source of the sound, Xia Yang?
"I came to see the red beans bloom again in spring, but I didn't see any lovers picking fireworks to embrace the romance. The true love is gone. The most willing to forget the ancient poems, the most dismissive is lovesickness..."
Um? Liu Ruixuan looked at Xia Yang.
The love song he just thought of, the second brother, actually hummed it.
When did they have such a tacit understanding?
"Senior Xia Yang," a surprised expression flashed across Luo Yan's face. She glanced at Liu Ruixuan and then at Xia Yang, "This song is really nice."
"Yeah." Xia Yang responded and turned away, "Old song, "Red Bean"."
Yes, oldie.
Only old songs are interesting! Classic, timeless and everlasting.
Liu Ruixuan silently praised Xia Yang in his heart.
However, he still wanted to hear the "Lovesickness" article. Looking at Xia Yang who turned away, he hesitated for a moment.
If you speak out now, will your presence be highlighted?
Looking at Luo Yan's current situation, she seemed to have forgotten what she had just confessed.
Liu Ruixuan thought and thought, thought and thought, lowered his eyes slightly, forget it, let's ask again during dinner.
"Senior Xia Yang, have you read the article "Lovesickness"?" Luo Yan's voice came over, extremely pleasant.
Liu Ruixuan smiled and looked towards Luo Yan, just in time to see her glance over.
Ahem, is he so obvious?
"Yeah." Xia Yang turned around and Feng Qingyun smiled lightly, "I've seen it, haven't you finished it?"
"I've finished reading, but I have no impression." Luo Yan lowered her head and smiled, "Senior Xia Yang, do you still have any impression?"
"Yes." Xia Yang responded, looking left and right at Luo Yan and Liu Ruixuan, "Do you want to listen?"
"Uh-huh."
Liu Ruixuan and Luo Yan smiled at each other and looked towards Xia Yang.
"Ahem," Xia Yang cleared his throat, turned his head slightly and looked at the crescent moon in the west. A warm voice rang in his ears.
"Suddenly, I remembered that I had seen Stendhal's epitaph a few years ago: lived, loved, wrote."
What? What he wants to listen to is "Lovesickness", the beautiful article "Lovesickness"!
What does this have to do with Stendhal?
Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but rolled his eyes at Xia Yang.
He glanced at Luo Yan from the corner of his eye and quickly looked away.
Ahem, Luo Yan is looking at him!
Looking at him again!
Well, he'd better reduce his presence!
Liu Ruixuan looked towards Xia Yang. The crescent moon was still so bright and beautiful, just like the lovesick red bean, so beautiful that it was heart-stopping.
"Or, the time can be longer, the story can be older, so far back that just after I have some emotions, I start to want to control it, so old that I can recall the green years of the Dou Kou years, it is a moment of eternity, or You can feel the memories of those years when your hair turned white or when your hair was long and fluttering, and you have never stopped thinking about it.”
Um? The epitaph just now is from "Lovesickness"?
Liu Ruixuan looked at Xia Yang's handsome profile and listened carefully.
"I received a beautifully bound book, and then I was touched by my thoughts from many years ago, and everything started to have a decent beginning, or the tone of the story was interpreted in the long ago."
Xia Yang's warm voice sounded in the warm wind, with a different kind of emotion.
Liu Ruixuan suddenly discovered a problem. Xia Yang's memory is too good, right?
When did he see this?
This year, last year or before?
"Youth passes by, memory passes by, so that even now, many years later, the story still has no ending.
And I have long been accustomed to moving forward, just as I imagined back then: in the rainy Jiangnan, listening to songs among the gray-white pavilions. He started to be silent, became more persistent, his eyes were clear, and he never stopped or made any noise. "
Ahem, how many years? The story still has no ending?
Liu Ruixuan's heart tightened for no reason, and he suddenly remembered Xia Yang's words before, that girl who liked to write, became unhappy later?
Does Xia Yang know the girl who wrote the article?
Or is the girl who wrote the article the author of "Lovesickness"?
Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but look towards Xia Yang, that familiar profile, that gentle voice!
"Yichuan tobacco fills the city with fluff, and the plums are yellow and rainy.
The light rain beats on the window lattice, bringing up boundless thoughts: Who once held a light blue umbrella and wore a big floral dress swaying in the light rain, leaving behind boundless longings and gratitude.
All the beautiful moments of summer are gathered in the rain at this moment, and suddenly I recall an ancient poem:
One journey up the mountain, another journey towards the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, it is a thousand palms deep in the night. The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown dreams are shattered, and there is no such sound in my hometown. "
This word is so familiar!
One pair for life people!
Oh, no, I just read the words of the author Nalan Rongruo whom I only met in the beginning of my life, Nalan Rongruo!
This author also likes Nalan?
Liu Ruixuan blinked. He also liked Nalan, which Xia Yang and Luo Yan had just mentioned.
Now the author of "Lovesickness" actually mentioned it.
Is this a coincidence?
Luo Yan doesn't seem to be responding?
Liu Ruixuan glanced at Luo Yan on the left from the corner of his eye. She was smiling slightly, raising her chin slightly, looking at him as she did just now!
Ahem, Liu Ruixuan quickly looked away.
Is this Luo Yan listening to "Lovesickness"?
Or are you looking at him openly and openly in the name of listening to "Lovesickness"?
well! This question is difficult to answer.
Let's leave it to his brand mentor Xia Yang.
As for him, just be the boss quietly and listen to songs and beautiful articles.
"So, pour a cup of light tea, in the rain of the summer solstice, in the gentle fragrance of tea, taste it carefully and drink lightly. Accompany the wind, listen to the rain, and feel the monotonous and repetitive changes of the seasons .”
Um? Light tea? Xia Yu? The change of seasons?
Liu Ruixuan's mind was spinning rapidly.
This literary thought jumps so fast.
He also likes tea!
Hearing from Principal Cao, his senior sister Fengyun also likes to drink tea. From then on, he quietly became concerned. He originally thought that the senior sister also drank boiled water.
Later, I realized that people tasted the tea ceremony, experienced the exquisite tea art, and appreciated the tea-like life.
And his favorite tea is that cup of warm boiled water.
Once upon a time, a bottle of fruit juice drink was the most popular thing when I was a teenager.
But now, I have already passed my teenage years, one foot is about to step into the threshold that begins with the word "二", and the other foot is still lingering in the door of teenagers, not wanting to leave.
That cup of boiled water has become his favorite "tea".
Drink all kinds of water and taste all kinds of tea, warm or boiling, fragrant or strong, bitter or sweet.
Life is moving forward bit by bit in such various colors of tea and water.
Occasionally, I glance at the moonlight in the west.
The moonlight fell down, making it a hazy, shiny white. The curved golden lamp is reflected in the sight of it.
Suddenly I remembered two sentences: The moon hung outside the west window, and the shadows of the trees were dancing.
This kind of moonlight, this kind of night, this kind of light and moonlight, it is suitable to hold a cup of tea and taste the light fragrance...
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