"Why are there two Qianqian?"
The proprietress Xuan Hua shook her hand, shook it, and quickly held it.
Fortunately, she wasn't chopping peanuts just now!
Otherwise, her own hand must have been chopped off by this slip.
The proprietress Xuan Hua put down the bag, pretended to be calm and raised her hand to smooth the broken hair around her ears, and looked at the old man who was also surprised.
Why are you looking at him? He doesn’t know either!
Boss Liu Fen curled his lips and continued to stir the pot of slurry in front of him, oh, no, a pot of soup.
After stirring it for a while, I couldn't help but glance at the old woman on the left from the corner of my eye. Hey! The old woman was actually still looking at him.
The boss Liu Fen looked away, curled his lips, turned his head away pretending not to notice, and continued to stir the soup in the pot.
Was the old woman planning to let him ask?
Ahem, he wouldn't ask!
How could a father like him talk about falling out of love?
Boss Liu Fen rolled his eyelids, gently raised his left hand to fan himself, shook his head slightly, and took a light sniff: "It smells so good."
The proprietress Xuan Hua glanced at Liu Fen and then towards Liu Ruixuan, "Rui, how come there are two Qianqian?"
Um? Boss Liu Fen was startled when he heard this. Did the old woman take action herself?
No, it seems to be off topic, right?
The boss Liu Fen looked at Xuanhua. Although he also wanted to know why there were two Qianqian, they had discussed it collectively many years ago. Regarding Qianqian, in the future, , it is kept secret from Rui and never mentioned.
Ahem, the old woman didn't look at him!
"Ahem," the boss Liu Fen cleared his throat slightly, coughed twice, and looked at Xuan Hua from the corner of his eye.
Hey! The old woman didn't even look at him!
"Ahem." Boss Liu Fen coughed twice more.
Hey! You haven't even looked at him yet!
That's fine.
The old woman always has her own ideas, and he can't control them after all.
Mother's gossip, oh no, it's always right to care about your son. He can just be a caring father!
The boss Liu Fen thought about it seriously, nodded slightly, then looked at Liu Ruixuan, quietly waiting for his answer.
"Rui?" The proprietress Xuan Hua called out again softly, "How come there are two Qianqian?"
Yes, how come there are two Qianqian?
The boss Liu Fen blinked his eyes, stirred the steaming pot again, and stared at the handsome son in front of him, looking at it carefully.
My son is so handsome!
Well, whatever!
It's a pity that when I think of Qian Qian, I can't help but sigh again and lower my head.
Qianqian, that lively and lovely girl!
In a flash, more than ten years have passed.
"Yes, there are two Qianqians, one is Ouyang Fuqian, and the other is," Liu Ruixuan paused, lowered his head slightly, then raised his head and looked into the sky, "The other is Su Qian shallow."
Whose is it? When he is sad, he will pretend to look at how blue it is leisurely, and his mood will calm down.
And he, from a long time ago, had been accustomed to looking up when he was sad, but he felt more and more that the sky was bluer, and he was more afraid to look up. The more he looked, the more lonely and uneasy he felt.
Two Qianqian!
"Huh?" The proprietress Xuan Hua was startled, "Ouyang Fuqian is the cousin here. Who is that Su Qianqian?"
"Well, who is it?" Liu Fen, the boss on the side, also responded.
Yes, who is Su Qianqian?
Liu Ruixuan turned away, glanced at Lan Qingqing not far away, waved, turned his head again, looked at the confused eyes of a pair of parents in front of him, and sighed slightly...
"Rui, I am not the woman you are looking for."
Ouyang Fuqian's soft and nasal voice came over.
Liu Ruixuan's heart trembled slightly, "No, you are the person I am looking for, you are my cousin, you are Ouyang Fiqian, the one who has always lived in my heart."
"I," Ouyang Fuqian started, then stopped.
"Cousin, Qianqian."
A breeze blew by, and Liu Ruixuan blinked slightly, and the corners of his eyes began to get moist.
"Rui, listen to me."
Ouyang Fuqian's soft and nasal voice sounded in his ears.
"I don't listen."
Liu Ruixuan shook his head slightly and hugged Ouyang Fuqian tightly, as if she would disappear as soon as he let go.
"Rui, actually I..." Ouyang Fuqian's voice sounded and then interrupted.
"I don't listen. I don't listen." Liu Ruixuan's nose suddenly became sore and tears fell.
"Rui, are you crying?" Ouyang Fuqian leaned on Liu Ruixuan's shoulder and whispered, "Actually, I'm sad too."
"Cousin!" Liu Ruixuan whispered, "Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten that pink letter and the dark blue hourglass?"
"I," Ouyang Fuqian was startled, "I haven't forgotten. I bought that exquisite hourglass after going to several stores."
"Then do you know how determined I am to come to Jingyun? Then do you know how sad I feel when I fail to keep your promise after two years of hard work? Do you know that I am here because of you? Because That letter of yours came from Jingyun."
Liu Ruixuan's voice started to sob, and his tears fell down line by line, falling on Ouyang Fuqian's hair, and then on the back of his hand.
The sudden sadness many years ago suddenly jumped out, making him feel helpless and uncomfortable.
The cross-cutting wind plays A Bing's string and sings the waxing moon delicately, gracefully, and softly.
That smiling face in childhood, that braid that is almost upturned, that laughter scattered on the field road, that wonderful time every minute; some dawns, some nights; some twinkling stars, one after another The pale moon; the pink letter born with infinite tenderness, and the shattered hope of infinite cruelty.
In the eleventh year of his life, he received this gift.
In that same June, a bright and sunny June, he was so excited to untie the beautiful bow sent by fate, praying that it was a gift of beauty and nobility, when a pair of broken crystal glasses slipped from his hands. What can he do? So what about him!
Facing a group of relatives who care about him and are even more sad than him, what else can he do?
He doesn't even have the right to cry or be sad.
He also remembered that the girl with two braids once treated him seriously and wanted to be a strong person in life. There were no tears or weakness in her dictionary.
So, he remembered.
Even though he is not a strong person, he still pretends to be strong, and the adults are more miserable than he actually is!
Then what? What then? Go back to your own corner, and then what?
Heartfully hide yourself again. In the innocent corner, I cried seriously.
Being loved by the people around you, you also know how to love the people around you. This life is not about learning to hate seriously, but about receiving what he deserves - love.
So, many years later, he went all the way to the west and came to this rainy city. He saw the blue sky and pink sunshine, which was very peaceful or refreshing. Then, he would open up in the green mountains and green waters with pavilions and pavilions. Eye.
When summer ends and autumn arrives, the city of Jingyun becomes the biggest attachment in his heart.
In the cycle of four seasons, in his faint smile, in the passing of June one after another, the words spread over the seasons, piled up, flying in front of the eyes into a dragonfly, transformed into a long white line, connected The girl in my memory and him now have left behind the petals of poetry and the tranquility when looking back over the years.
"I've always wanted to tell you, but I haven't been able to tell you the reason why I like this city. Just because you are here and I have a promise with you." There were obvious tears in Liu Ruixuan's voice, "Why do you want to What if I push it out?"
"I know." Ouyang Fuqian responded softly and sniffed, "I can't be selfish."
"I don't need your generosity." Liu Rui suddenly became speechless, "There is no generosity in the world of feelings."
"Rui," Ouyang Fuqian sniffed, "do you still remember Su Qianqian?"
Su Qianqian?
Liu Ruixuan was startled for a moment. The girl from the next class in his childhood had a high ponytail, liked to look at him openly, and then blushed...
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