"Brother."
Mo Bei's voice came over.
Liu Ruixuan, who was looking down at the ground, came to his senses slightly.
He raised his head and found Mo Bei's unusually handsome face, looking at him with a slight smile. No, not just looking at him, Mo Bei inadvertently looked at Ouyang Fuqian who was two meters away.
Following his line of sight, Liu Ruixuan saw those familiar eyes again.
Also, behind those eyes, Zhu Yan is looking here!
That beautiful girl with a high ponytail!
At this moment, he discovered that it turned out.
It wasn't because of Zhu Yan's appearance that he noticed this quiet and beautiful snow lotus in fluttering white clothes, but because this snow lotus had been buried deep in his heart.
He thought that he had slowly forgotten her, but he never thought that she had been following him unknowingly, no, going deep into the depths of his soul. Even a slight touch could pull the most fragile string.
That high ponytail!
It was his constant guessing, conjecture and concern.
In the past few years, he had imagined his cousin more than once.
When my cousin grew up, would she be like the girls outside the window? She had her hair in a beautiful high ponytail. When she walked, she swung it behind her head, just like her proud smile.
So, later on, whenever he saw a girl with a high ponytail, he would inadvertently look at her twice.
Later, I suddenly discovered that there were more and more girls wearing high ponytails on campus.
At first, he gradually got used to being in such a high ponytail, but slowly he also forgot the way he imagined it to look like. All he remembered was the two braids that were almost flipping up into the air.
But, is this quiet and beautiful snow lotus in front of him still the cousin he remembered?
A gust of warm wind blew by, gently blowing the bangs on his forehead, and also blowing Ouyang Fuqian's long hair that covered his shoulders.
The sentence suddenly came to my mind, "When my hair reaches my shoulders, boy, will you marry me?"
In front of Liu Ruixuan's eyes, the original Xia suddenly appeared again.
In that summer, a girl with two braids that almost went up raised her head and yelled at him: "Is it so difficult for you to marry me?"
His face turned slightly red and he said in a clear voice: It's not difficult, I will marry you if you ask me to.
What I also remembered was the bus that was driving away. Before leaving, the girl poked his head and smiled, "Don't forget, you are going to marry me."
It seemed that in just the blink of an eye, a warm breeze blew, twelve years had already slipped through my fingers.
Time seems to be a catalyst, and he has slowly grown into the man his cousin thought he was back then.
Time seemed to be an executioner. He actually forgot about his cousin. In the later time, he forgot so much that he couldn't even find any trace.
I have imagined countless encounters, but never thought that it would be such an encounter.
Is the cousin in front of him still the "cousin" in his memory?
Liu Ruixuan's nose felt slightly sore again, and his hands in his pockets couldn't help but clenched a little tighter, making them slightly wet with sweat.
At that moment, he suddenly wanted to cry. After he had forgotten his excitement and learned to watch with cold eyes, after he had learned to avoid others and pretend, after he had long forgotten that crying and sadness were as tough as ivy, he looked at Ouyang Fuqian who was smiling calmly in front of him.
He suddenly wanted to cry.
She's actually here?
"Rui?" Ouyang Fu smiled faintly, and a faint dimple appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Ghost."
ghost?
At that moment, Liu Ruixuan felt his nose became sore again, and quickly turned his head to the other side.
Rui, ghost.
That's what his cousin once called him.
At that time, he would loudly protest that he was not a ghost, he was Liu Ruixuan, and his cousin could also call him Rui.
Ouyang Fuqian laughed, raised her hand and poked his forehead: Got it, ghost Rui.
Suddenly, he felt a figure flashing in front of him, and then, his forehead seemed to be touched by something warm.
Liu Ruixuan turned around, and Ouyang Fuqian's smiling and indifferent face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
Is this my cousin? The cousin he was most familiar with in his memory!
Liu Ruixuan was startled. Ou Shifuqian, with long flowing hair, had stood in front of him and looked at him with a smile.
This smiling face is so strange and yet so familiar!
That pear vortex!
Only then did he realize that Ouyang Fu raised his right hand slightly and stabbed him in the forehead.
"Ghost." With a chuckle, the warm fingers touched his forehead again.
ghost?
Liu Ruixuan's eyes suddenly became moist, and he opened his mouth, but was speechless. He grabbed Ouyang Fuqian's right hand, pulled it into his arms, and whispered, "Cousin?"
Tears welled up.
Yes, this is his cousin.
The cousin from many years ago is back again.
Zhao Mobei's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't help but take out his hands that were originally in his pockets, stretched them forward, and froze again in mid-air.
What did he see?
Ouyang Fuqian stretched out his arms and hugged Liu Ruixuan, patting his back gently.
this?
Is this still the cold and arrogant drama witch he knew?
Except when he is acting, he lowers his arrogant head. Normally, when he sees boys, he always has an expression of indifference.
He has known her for five years and has never seen her get close to any boy, let alone hug him in public.
Even when it comes to acting, she only directs from the sidelines or from a distance, and never goes on stage in person.
Now, what does this mean?
Zhao Mobei retracted his outstretched hand and took two steps back. Suddenly, he found that Kai Ling and Zhu Yan not far away had walked into the crowd and were looking here.
The fat and thin group of people stared, opened their mouths, and talked loudly. Their stunned expressions made it clear that their surprise was no less than his shock at the moment.
So, what is happening now is not a play?
Zhao Mobei was startled and looked at Ouyang Fuqian, but he only saw a bunch of her hair lying on Liu Ruixuan's shoulder.
Haha, I can't see the face or the expression. Is this an old acquaintance? Don’t you know each other?
Haha, what does this witch want? Where are you performing again?
Isn't it over already?
Should he go find Xia Yang and ask about Liu Ruixuan?
Zhao Mobei looked at the two familiar figures, hesitated, looked at Liu Ruixuan, and walked towards Kai Ling and Zhu Yan behind the crowd.
Forget it, he didn't know where Xia Yang was at the moment. Otherwise, he would just watch the show quietly.
As soon as he raised his left foot, Ouyang Fuqian's voice came from the side.
"Okay, Rui, don't cry. My cousin is here."
Um? cousin?
Zhao Mobei turned his head and looked at Ouyang Fuqian. His jaw almost dropped when he turned his head.
He saw Liu Ruixuan's face shining brightly, and crystal tears falling in clusters.
Is this a true expression of true feelings?
Zhao Mobei was startled, stopped, and looked at Liu Ruixuan. The orange light illuminated his face particularly clearly, and those sparkling tears!
So crystal clear! So shocking! So eye-catching!
Zhao Mobei turned around and stepped over, blocking Ouyang Fuqian's back and blocking all the eyes of Huan Fei Yan Shou.
Zhao Mobei put his hands back in his pockets and rolled his eyes at Liu Ruixuan, who was crying silently.
It's too embarrassing.
A big boy was crying like this. For those who didn't know, they thought he was broken in love and was dumped by Ouyang Fuqian.
Fortunately, I listened to Xia Yang. Liu Ruixuan, the incompetent and embarrassing elder brother, liked Zhu Yan, oh, no, he liked Qingqing!
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