"Yes."
Hu Lai responded.
"You already have a cousin, how can you accept handkerchiefs from other girls?"
Liu Ruixuan turned around and looked at Hu, laughed, and remained silent.
He didn't want to explain, and he didn't need to explain.
Lai Lai has always been by his side. Even if he doesn't, Lai Lai will always notify him as soon as there is news about her cousin.
Five years ago, he was ignorant and thought that the beautiful handkerchief was just beautiful.
But five years later, having read five hundred Tang poems, he knew that handkerchiefs had been a symbol of love since ancient times.
Wang Jianyou of the Tang Dynasty wrote a poem: I got a red handkerchief with a pair of cicadas painted in the center. This is what it means to see things as you see people.
When he first read this poem, it was during the summer vacation of his second grade. When he had nothing to do, he went through his sack at home and found several books of Tang poetry.
Mom and Dad smiled and walked away to grind tofu and sell it.
His one-year-old Xiuxiu was looking at the book "Childhood" attentively, which he had read.
At that time, he didn't understand, so he folded the page.
But he suddenly remembered that his cousin gave him a beautiful handkerchief two years ago. He rummaged through it again and again, and found it at the bottom of the dusty treasure box under the bed.
Looking at the squarely folded handkerchiefs and the thin plastic bags outside the handkerchiefs, he was stunned.
When did he put this handkerchief in the treasure box? When was it put in the plastic bag?
He walked out with the handkerchief and saw Xiu Xiu, who was sitting reading a book, raised her head.
"Brother, what did you get?" Xiuxiu glanced at him and glanced at his hand.
"Handkerchief." He responded and sat down.
I opened my heart and took a look. On the white background, there were a few light and fluttering clouds. Under the blue sky, there were light pink flowers and green lotus leaves. The two words on the edge of the lotus leaves were still clear: Qian Qian.
His memory suddenly came alive.
This is the handkerchief that his cousin once gave him!
That early summer, and the cousin who suddenly arrived in that summer, suddenly filled his memory.
Two years is such a short time, yet so long?
It seemed like he hadn't heard anything about his cousin mentioned for a long time.
When first grade first started, they would still mention it and wonder if their cousin would send them a letter.
Later, when he was in the second grade, he only remembered to study hard, to help look after Uncle Naughty, and not to bully Aunt Wu.
Later, there was no later, and they rarely mentioned their cousin. And then, the second grade ended, July came, and now we are here.
He took the handkerchief and walked out. Behind him came Xiuxiu's shout, Brother, where are you going?
"I'll look for it." He responded and walked out of the courtyard.
If he hadn't read this poem accidentally, he might have forgotten it, no, not maybe, but, he had already forgotten it.
But, how precious was this handkerchief to me at that time?
Liu Ruixuan looked at the handkerchief in his hand again, but how could he suddenly forget it?
Later, at the entrance to Lai Lai's village, I met my father and mother who were returning from selling tofu.
They asked him where he was going?
Come and find him.
My mother glanced at him, then at the handkerchief in his hand. The smile on her face froze for a moment, and then she laughed again.
Smiling and asking him, did you turn this handkerchief out again?
Um. Liu Ruixuan smiled sheepishly. He was reading Tang poetry just now and happened to see one about handkerchiefs, so he went to find it.
oh? Liu Fen suddenly became energetic, leaned the flatbed truck to the ground, waved to him, and showed it to his father, which song was he reading?
Liu Ruixuan blinked his eyes and carefully memorized the poem he had just read. He held up a red handkerchief and drew a pair of cicadas in the center.
Um. After Liu Fen listened, he nodded and held his handkerchief to express his lovesickness.
"Huh? Lovesickness?" Liu Ruixuan blurted out, "Isn't the red bean the most lovesick thing about this thing?"
"Hahaha." Liu Fen laughed, "Red beans are the object of lovesickness, but red beans are not the only objects of lovesickness. Letters, diaries, or something given to the other party can also become the object of lovesickness."
Liu Ruixuan looked at his father in confusion.
Liu Fen smiled and pointed at the handkerchief in Liu Ruixuan's hand, "This is the same handkerchief. Handkerchiefs have been a token of love since ancient times."
"Ah?" Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but open his mouth, "This is a gift from my cousin."
"Hahaha." Liu Fen laughed, "Dad, let me tell you a story. After the Ming Dynasty writer Yang Shen was demoted to a foreign country, he received a white handkerchief from his wife. He recited a poem "Supa"; no. When writing love words but not poetry, a piece of plain handkerchief is used to express lovesickness. The husband deliberately turns over the horizontal silk threads (thinking) and vertical silk threads (thinking)."
Xuan Hua came over from behind, raised her hand and patted Liu Fen on the shoulder, "What are you doing here with Rui Rui?"
"What do I have?" Liu Fen glanced at Xuan Hua, then looked at Liu Ruixuan, "I'm giving Rui Ruixuan common sense about handkerchiefs. You can't keep these handkerchiefs indiscriminately. It was like this before, but now, it's rare. Someone used it.”
"That's enough." Xuan Hua slapped Liu Fen on the shoulder again, "Rui just needs to know how to recite poems. You don't need to understand the content of the poem for the time being. He is only a second-year student."
"Still in the second grade? He will be in the third grade at the beginning of school." Liu Fen snorted, "I can't just memorize poems. I need to know how to memorize, understand the content, and know how to appreciate. I think back then..."
"Are you done yet?" Xuan Hua gave him a look and kicked him again.
Liu Ruixuan clearly saw his father shut up immediately, stood up, smacked his mouth, and waved to him: "Let's go, go home, Rui."
Liu Ruixuan laughed and said "Hey."
Following daddy, he walked home.
The trees on both sides of the road made a rustling sound in the occasional wind. Amidst that sound, looking at the handkerchief in his hand, he suddenly remembered the girl with two braids.
She rushed over, poked him on the forehead, and said loudly, is it so difficult for you to marry me?
He raised his head slightly, then turned back and said seriously, "It's not difficult. If you ask me to marry you, I will marry you."
The girl giggled, "You're the funniest," she agreed.
Later, he would accidentally think of his cousin and see the square handkerchief. And then, in April three years later, he would receive a letter from his cousin.
He had a strange feeling in his heart.
In the blink of an eye, five years have passed.
Liu Ruixuan turned his head and looked at Hu.
Hu Laiyi stretched out his hand and hooked his neck: "Let's go. When I see my cousin when school starts in September, give her a good beating for me. She hasn't replied to her for so long."
Liu Ruixuan laughed and pushed Hu Lai: "I can't beat her. If you want to beat her, go ahead."
"Okay, are you starting to value sex over friends now?" Hu Lai smiled and hooked Liu Ruixuan's neck again.
"Yes, so what?" Liu Ruixuan pushed Hu Lai in the face, "The two of us combined, maybe we can't beat my cousin?"
"Yes." Hu Lai smiled, "Then let's forget it and find a place to play first."
"Let's go to my house." Liu Ruixuan responded, "I dug out two pockets of books from the old house last night, which is enough for us to read this summer vacation."
"Okay." Hu Lai responded and laughed, "You nerd."
Liu Ruixuan also laughed.
The laughter frightens the unknown bird perched on the plane tree.
Teacher Zhang by the window sat back in his seat. It's better not to wait until he is happy to do the math.
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