Rao has many encounters in his life, but not every episode is touching.
Liu Ruixuan looked at Xia Yang's profile and suddenly remembered bits and pieces from before.
It suddenly occurred to me that this article was written by the legendary senior Zhao Yun, right?
In the winter of that year, when he was a freshman in high school, he discovered that his senior sister liked to drink tea, green tea and black tea.
He said goodbye to all kinds of juices and started to like drinking tea.
From that moment on, he suddenly began to realize that there was actually green in winter, which was the color of tea.
A cup of good tea can retain its fragrance and flavor with grace, and so should people.
He repeated and remembered that sentence firmly, and what he remembered was the smile in that winter. He began to understand that he should take it lightly when he was proud, and use his heart and brain to decorate his life and improve his own height of life.
After the seasons passed by, I suddenly looked back and realized that life has opened up a new scenery.
Later, there will be no later.
The senior sister is the legend in the hearts of all Yunling people, and he is just one of the many students.
Liu Ruixuan laughed softly and looked towards the crescent moon.
Only when I arrived at Jingyun did I realize that the senior sister was not only Yun Ling's successor, but actually, she was also Jingyun's successor.
Xia Yang's gentle voice came over again, interrupting Liu Ruixuan's thoughts.
"In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I feel the distant feeling of the mountains and rivers, the nostalgia of the wind and snow; the boundless clarity of relief, the deep implication and the elegance of the long.
I began to like the loneliness and elegance of words more and more, those long or short sentences, just like those long or short, deep or light nights accompanied by long readings under the blue lamp..."
Um? Liu Ruixuan held his breath and listened carefully, and then remembered the parting and inspirational words on the wall of Yunling School. It seemed that he really had some senior sister's writing style!
Could it be that it was really passed on to senior sister?
But, who is the person that the senior sister loves?
"However, outside the window, not far away, the raindrops dropped a pool of green, but a long stretch of clear sky was slowly drawn where the water met.
In the late spring cold, I lean on the railing and gaze at the waning moon in the west, accumulating melancholy. Who has met me before and turned into catkins in the willow breeze?
When my memory turned to spring, I suddenly found that I was already a little far away from my lovesickness, or was drifting away. "
"Ahem," Liu Ruixuan couldn't help coughing.
Which Wang An met his senior sister and left again?
He's going to beat up that Wang An!
Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but clenched the fists in his pockets.
"Senior?" Luo Yan gently pulled the corner of his clothes.
"Huh?" Liu Ruixuan turned around.
"Are you okay?" Luo Yan asked softly, looking at Liu Ruixuan and glancing at Xia Yang with a vague look.
"It's okay." Liu Ruixuan was startled for a moment, looked at the hand holding the corner of his clothes, and then looked at Luo Yan.
"Haha, I'm sorry." Luo Yan chuckled twice and retracted her hand, "It's okay."
Is everything okay? What could happen to him?
Liu Ruixuan glanced at Luo Yan twice and then turned away.
Fortunately, Xia Yang didn't notice and was still recalling "Lovesickness" with great emotion.
"The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River has dyed the spring scenery. The originally clear sky has rained at night. I don't know whether it is crisp or dense, like smoke or like silk, but I just opened my eyes in the morning after such a rain. , and saw the traces left behind by the mist and rain.
Before the gray dawn, I looked back with sadness and picked up the past. However, I couldn't read it, and I couldn't help but sigh: My words and I have drifted away. "
Um? Liu Ruixuan felt nervous for no reason. Which Wang An made the senior sister feel disappointed?
Red bean lovesickness, misty rain south of the Yangtze River!
No, he's going to beat up that Wang An!
Liu Ruixuan glanced at Luo Yan from the corner of his eye, thinking that he must ask Xia Yang who that person was later.
But unexpectedly discovered, hey.
Luo Yan, doesn’t seem to be looking at him?
"So, what about you? Many years from now, will you and I pass each other on the street corner, and even if we meet, we will no longer know each other?
Time passed by in the rain, and I began to be silent and a little lonely. Just as I imagined back then, everything seemed to be the same as before, but it was different from the past. Who had met me and turned into catkins in the willow breeze..."
That Wang An?
hiss! Liu Ruixuan let out a low cry in his heart, and the pain from his palm made him wake up immediately.
No wonder the senior sister suddenly went to graduate school later?
Turns out he was frustrated in love?
No wonder, when I went to see my senior sister, her face was as cold as iceberg Yulian!
I see.
"Set your heart to the distance, set your sights on the ocean, and don't care about the authenticity or shortcomings of one day. Ten years from now, when I look back, I will have the grace to smile safely.
In the misty Jiangnan, there was a hazy memory: I turned to the page "Outside the Window" from ten years ago and saw the line on it. I suddenly remembered that the memories from many years ago were not gray and lonely at all. "
Um? Senior sister, are you relieved already?
ten years?
Memories from ten years ago?
In his third year of junior high school, his senior sister had already graduated from high school.
Ten years ago? Junior high school memories?
Where to find this?
Liu Ruixuan suddenly felt dizzy.
He couldn't help but look at Xia Yang, junior high school?
Why do everyone have their first love affair earlier than him?
"In a courtyard with sparse flowers and trees, cuddle up on a wooden chair made of rattan, read a line of Song poetry, and watch the sun dappled, spreading warmth all over the ground. Standing with a smile, in a simple and elegant posture, the flowers are blooming into a scene, and the flowers are blooming. Completion poem.
There is a thin shadow in the window, half a volume of plain paper, as I raise my hand to write, time is fading away. With just one line of words, ten years have passed. "
Liu Ruixuan squeezed the hand in his pocket, ten years?
ten years? Such a familiar number of years! !
Xia Yang has been in love with Zhu Yan for ten years? !
Liu Ruixuan looked at Xia Yang steadily, his brows furrowing involuntarily.
Xia Yang, surprisingly, can recite such a long and beautiful article.
A little weird!
"Through the windows that have passed through the years, thin pens on plain paper, and wisps of mist and rain falling between the eyebrows, softening the golden years. Let the clear words connect with the soul, and watch the petals gradually fall in the wind, gently Poignant.
Just like that, a stream of water and clouds were lightly dressing up. Let the flowers and grass be fragrant, let the years go by, you see, when the rain falls, it will be like your passing: not intentional, not obsessed, the gentle waves spread, from morning to dusk to forever. "
Ahem, Liu Ruixuan almost coughed, and quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth.
This writing is so beautiful.
It was so beautiful that he seemed to see that gentle senior sister, lighting up the lamp at night to write letters, walking in the spring light, strolling in the rain, and then gently looking back, frowning and lowering her head, her bright eyes were good at gazing, and the beauty became a picture, just like , a sudden chance encounter in the spring of the third year of the lunar new year.
"And I, staring at the Tang poetry and Song lyrics, watching a charming rain dyeing the deep winter in the ink paintings.
Then, pick up a ray of sunshine and shine on the intersection with you, letting a trace of love gradually flow with time. Stay with you and smile, enjoy a quiet warmth, and wait for the next ten years to come. "
What? The next decade?
Liu Ruixuan's eyes turned left and right twice. Did he overlook something?
Xia Yang, however, was still intoxicated with his beautiful articles and did not notice or pay attention to the changes in him and Luo Yan.
Liu Ruixuan glanced at Luo Yan quietly from the corner of his eye.
Hehe, I didn’t look at him!
"At the end of winter, I hear the sound of spring approaching. The world changes in each volume of the book, and the greenery of a bodhi tree is recorded. On the picture of the years, a frame of quietly blooming flowers and leaves is smudged, and the thick fragrance of ink blooms. Rendering youth:
Meet, spring is warm and flowers are blooming, from morning to dusk to forever.
In the ancient Yue Mansion, just looking back at you makes me think about your dynasty and dusk.
You see, at this moment, I am missing you. Ten years later, I picked them up one by one.
Those youthful pasts, those pasts that you either remember or have long forgotten.
You see, at this moment, I am missing you. Ten years later, I recalled the old time when we first met, and sent an ancient lovesickness from afar, which contained you who was once young and me who was careless back then. "
What? Young you and me?
Did he make a mistake?
Liu Ruixuan suddenly became confused.
Xia Yang's voice was as gentle as before, and his face was filled with light, extremely gentle and gentle.
“In the blink of an eye, it’s been ten years.
In ten years, the world has not changed much.
I, still, my heart is like glass, listening to songs, writing, and reminiscing. It seems that something has changed again.
Inadvertently, ten years have passed by with lowered heads and eyebrows, and memories have slowly faded away.
Some people and things are slowly fading away, and I can no longer remember them. However, I can't bear to leave each memory, and I can't throw it away.
I suddenly began to understand that the arrival of spring was actually about searching for memories:
Ten years have passed since we first met, but now the me who is recalling and writing, and the me who first met, are still the same me. So, what about you? "
this? Liu Ruixuan seemed to suddenly understand something.
A gust of wind blew by, and he seemed to hear a slight sound coming over. It was not quite real, but it seemed like a sniffing sound.
Luo Yan was also moved like him?
“The white rabbit is running around here and there, its clothes are not as good as before, and its people are not as good as before.
In summer ten years later, I listen to an ancient lovesickness song and recall an ancient story that happened in the ancient years.
Then, in the spring scenery, I write a text about my encounter with you, and send an ancient lovesickness from afar. In it, there is me who was young, and you who we first met..."
"Yes, this is the text." Luo Yan's voice started to sob, "It's so touching."
Yes, so touching!
Liu Ruixuan glanced at Luo Yan, then turned his head and looked at Xia Yang.
Ten years of lovesickness?
Such a long article, such deep love and happiness
He thought, should this be Xia Yang's love for Zhu Yan?
A gust of wind blew by, and suddenly I felt some cool heat on my face, and some hot coolness on my face. I stretched out my hand to wipe away a tear...
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