cousin!
With a low cry, Liu Ruixuan's tears burst out instantly.
Feeling the warmth of Ouyang Fuqian's fingertips, it was like going back to the past.
So real yet so far away, reality and illusion alternate.
Crying with joy!
He felt the same way that morning, the morning he saw the beautiful hourglass.
He thought Lailai was joking with him. Although he admitted that the pink flowered bag was beautiful, he did not rule out that it was Aunt Wu's masterpiece.
When he saw the exquisite hourglass, he was stunned for a while.
Looking at the dark blue glass bottle with flat ends and suddenly thinning in the middle, there is thin white sand in the middle.
Liu Ruixuan looked towards Hu Kan, "What is this?"
"Look." Hu Lai took it over, turned it upside down, and put it on the table. The fine white sand slowly dripped down. Each one is mixed with the texture of sunshine and sparkles slightly.
Sunlight shone in outside the window, and the fresh and bright sunshine shone on the bright bottle, reflecting a gentle halo, and wind blew in from the window.
The soft and calm spring breeze just embraces the rising sun naturally, without any gorgeous deliberateness or ostentation of spring flowers blooming.
Just like the first time I met my cousin.
Liu Ruixuan reached for the pink letterhead and saw the familiar handwriting: Gui Rui (personal letter).
At that moment, a special emotion surged through his heart, and his eyes began to get wet. He opened them carefully, only to find that there was nothing inside, not a word.
My heart skipped a beat, cousin, are you bullying him again?
Liu Ruixuan blinked, raised his hand and rubbed it again, but still no trace of ink at all.
Unexpectedly, I felt that the pink letter in front of me was blurry.
"Rui?" Hu Lai exclaimed and leaned over quickly, reaching out to him helplessly. However, he accidentally knocked over the beautiful bottle on the table. He hurriedly picked it up and pushed it to the corner of the desk.
"Rui, why are you crying?" Hu Lai's voice rang in his ears.
Did he cry?
Liu Ruixuan sniffed. He just felt a little sad, a little heavy, and a little depressed.
"I'm not crying." Liu Ruixuan turned to look at Hu Lai, only to find that Hu Lai nearby suddenly became blurry, as if separated by a layer of mist.
Did he really cry?
Suddenly I felt something cold on my face, as if something had slipped across my face. I stretched out my hand to wipe it away, but a tear came down instead.
He actually cried.
Liu Ruixuan sniffed, wiped his face, blinked slightly, looked out the window, and quietly raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.
He is ten years old and a grown boy.
"No." Hu Lai reached out and touched Liu Ruixuan, "Are you so excited?"
Liu Ruixuan blinked, turned his head, smiled at Hu Lai, and said nothing.
"Didn't answer? Are you still waiting for me to wipe it for you?" Hu Lai smiled and stretched out his hand again.
"I'm not crying." Liu Ruixuan snorted with a nasal sound. His eyes moved down to Hu Lai's hand and saw two butterflies.
Two butterflies?
That was the handkerchief given to them by their cousin.
"Think I'm blind." Hu Lai took a handkerchief and wiped it on Liu Ruixuan's face randomly, "Okay."
After finishing, he put the handkerchief back, picked up the textbook on the table, opened a corner, stood on the table, and put the butterfly handkerchief on it.
He turned to look at Liu Ruixuan and smiled: "Fortunately, there are not many tears."
"I'm not crying." Liu Ruixuan argued, turned away, and read the pink letter again and again.
Still blank.
Oh, no, except for the original shading pattern and horizontal lines on the letterhead, it is completely blank.
Cousin, are you kidding him?
He is ten years old and can already read.
Even if you can't read, you can still draw pictures.
If this word is not written, what does it mean?
"Okay, if you're not crying, then you're not crying. It's me who's crying, okay?" Hu Lai turned his head and smacked his mouth, "Did you read clearly what's written above?"
Liu Ruixuan turned around and pushed the pink letterhead in front of Hu Lai, "Content?"
"Yes." Hu Lai laughed, leaned his head over, and put one head over the other, and the two heads were instantly on the table.
"Did you see it?" Hu Lai pressed Liu Ruixuan's neck down again, "Look carefully, there are words on it."
After being pressed by Hu Lai, Liu Ruixuan's face almost touched the letter paper, and suddenly he realized that there were really words on that beautiful letter paper.
My cousin ingeniously wrote down her address and phone number on it with a pen without ink.
Finally, she wrote, I am with you, just like this beautiful hourglass, and I will grow up with you.
See you Jingyun!
Liu Ruixuan's nose instantly became sore again. He blinked his eyes and turned to look out the window. The fresh sunlight spilled through the window glass, onto the greenery that came through the window. .
He almost absolutely believed that this piece of mind would bring him great power.
He wants to study hard, and he wants to go to Jingyun.
Liu Ruixuan sniffed, curved the corners of his lips, turned around, and pushed Hu Lai: "Go to the side."
"Okay." Hu Lai smiled and stepped aside, "Cross the river and burn the bridge."
Liu Ruixuan glanced at Hu Lai and said nothing. He took the pink letter and held it in his hand, looking left and right as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.
I laughed secretly in my heart, and turned my gaze to the exquisite hourglass in front of me.
The fine white sand in the dark blue glass passes through the gaps, as if the beating heart of time is in the palm of your hand. In the letter, my cousin may have a strange feeling watching the passage of time.
So, he held the hourglass in his hand and turned it over and over to watch the flow of sand. He realized that even if it flowed past, it would eventually flow back. It was just being played with in the palm of one's hand, as if it could control the pulse of time.
Let the sand shuttle back and forth, but you can't find the feeling of time passing.
There is only so much joy in my heart.
His cousin grew up with him in that distant Jingyun.
Jingyun - that distant city becomes doubly real because of the presence of my cousin. It is so far away yet so close.
The one who kept his childhood dreams and fairy tales - Jingyun.
It is also stained with some dreamy colors of fairy tales: light blue and warm.
Just like the exquisite dark blue hourglass in front of you, the translucence of blue and the softness of pink sunshine, when you meet someone with a slightly different feeling, this May is like a blue feather passing by, falling on the sky forever. Waiting and setting off at the station, just this once.
He suddenly remembered the station where he left that time.
Thinking of his cousin's smile, the incredible color fell in his eyes when he looked at her, like the blue sky above his head, very warm.
The cousin smiled, she would come back, even if she didn't come back, he could still go see her.
Yes, that's it.
Liu Ruixuan looked at the pink letterhead in front of him, as well as the unique address and phone number on the letterhead.
He couldn't help but laugh again, with a little joy and warmth. Three years later, his cousin still thought of him. He believed in the surprise and beauty of that moment.
What is beautiful is the fairy tale that has been awakened from a long sleep. My cousin grew up with him.
Later, he began to listen to the lectures carefully in the blooming flowers of May, study carefully, and capture every information about Jingyun and his cousin in the limited time.
He is going to Jingyun.
He wanted to see what was in his heart.
But now, he has stayed in Jingyun for almost five years, but he has forgotten the purpose of coming to Jingyun in the first place.
Liu Ruixuan blinked his eyes slightly, and the tears fell down.
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