On an early spring afternoon in February, the sun was warm and cool.
The wind is blowing.
Liu Ruixuan paused, glanced at Liu Xiu who was following him, and then turned away.
Bus No. 19 has slowly arrived in front of me.
"Let's go." Liu Ruixuan glanced at the less crowded car, looked back at Liu Xiu, and tightened the scarf around her neck, "There are still a few empty seats in the back."
"Yeah." Liu Xiu responded and jumped on the bus first.
He followed closely and walked up.
He walked to the back as usual, walked to the empty seat by the window in the back, and sat down.
Open the car window slightly, and when the car starts slowly, a slight cool breeze seeps in from the window, which is extremely refreshing.
In that cool breeze, the four gilded characters of "Yunling Middle School" slowly floated past the car window, just like yesterday's memory passing by before my eyes, and then fleeting.
Liu Ruixuan trembled slightly and looked at the bus stop behind him inadvertently.
There was no one on the cold platform, and a lonely street lamp stood next to the snow that had not completely melted after sunset a few days ago.
I don't know which shop owner's child built a snowman half a man high in the snowdrifts that were neither too thick nor too white.
At this moment, the snowman was wearing a black hat, shaking his twig arms, with a carrot nose hanging, looking towards them in the cold wind, as if to see them off.
On the side of the road, the westbound bus No. 11 stopped slowly, like an old and stooped woman.
Liu Ruixuan blinked slightly, and when he was about to turn around, he saw a light blue figure getting off the No. 11 bus.
I couldn't help but feel startled, so I opened the car window a little and stuck my head out.
From a distance of more than ten or twenty meters, he could clearly see the owner of the light blue figure, the senior student with a high ponytail—Zhao Yun!
Why is she back? Could it be that Jingyun Normal University is on vacation today just like them?
Senior sister Zhao Yun was a well-known figure that he had heard about when he first entered Yunling High School, a popular figure in Yunling Middle School! School Cao’s beloved student!
It's a pity that he only heard of his name and saw his high-spirited old photos, but he never got to see the real person!
Last year, when he first registered at Yunling Middle School, his senior sister was already a sophomore student at Jingyun Normal University.
Looking at Zhao Yun with shoulder-length hair and picturesque eyebrows in the "Yun Ling Style" display window, his heart suddenly and inexplicably hit twice.
In a sudden moment, the bright-eyed senior in the window and the person in his heart suddenly overlapped.
When we talk about "her" when we grow up, is she also like this, superior to Yanfang?
Did the braid that almost went up in the past also reach over the shoulders?
After that, the senior sister in the window became the scenery when he casually passed by, and also became a goal in his heart.
Like his senior sister, he wanted to be the one that Cao Cao paid attention to. Even if he was not the most outstanding one, at least he had to squeeze into Cao Cao's sight and nothing else.
Just because School Cao had told them more than once in the school meeting that senior Zhao Yun was the most proud student of School Cao, and she was also the teacher who would be invited back to Yunling to teach in the future!
After that, he began to study hard, just like in the past, studying the books seriously and doing the questions seriously.
Every time when he was tired of chatting, he would look out the window and look at the unclear display window from a distance, and then he would pick up the book in front of him.
When he misses a certain person particularly much, he will go to the window, look at those old photos, and send a longing that he doesn't know where to live.
Jingyun is so big, but there is no place that can accommodate his concerns; the world is so big, but there are so many people he meets, but he, however, is so lonely.
No matter where "she" is, he will keep trying. In the near future, he will stay at Yunling Middle School like his senior sister.
Because this is the closest distance to Jingyun, to "her".
Suddenly I felt a weight on my shoulders.
Liu Ruixuan came back to his senses and saw Liu Xiu looking over.
"What are you looking at?"
"Nothing." Liu Ruixuan turned to the car window and gently closed the window.
Not far away, the light blue figure had crossed the road and reached the gate of Yunling Middle School, with the high ponytail dangling in his sight.
Suddenly I remembered what it was like last autumn when I saw my senior sister for the first time.
It was a sunny autumn afternoon, and the warmth of the sun outside the window was spreading all over the place.
He went back to school a little early.
After packing up all his things, he habitually walked to the display window in front of the teaching building and stopped for five minutes. This was a homework he must do at the beginning of every month.
The wind blows the leaves.
A golden ginkgo leaf suddenly slipped from my eyes. I stretched out my hand and watched it fall steadily into my palm.
He couldn't help but smile and give it a light squeeze.
He breathed a heavy sigh of relief and looked again and again at the familiar smile in the window.
Turn around, cross the Central Avenue, follow the winding road, and walk towards the Ivy Corridor.
The ivy corridor, which is evergreen all year round, is everyone’s favorite place.
The winding corridor is filled with green, and tiny bits of sunlight pour out from the leaves, scattering tiny bits of light and shadow all over the place.
He doesn't usually come here.
There are too many people here.
He would come here occasionally. At the beginning of every month, after passing by the display window, he would come here to sit for a while and send his thoughts from afar.
I pinched the golden ginkgo leaf, walked through the winding corridor, walked to the lake pavilion at the end, and sat down.
Several willow trees opposite the pavilion are still bending towards the pond, with a few withered yellow leaves hanging here and there, reflecting on the edge of the pond, looking down alone.
Liu Ruixuan was suddenly startled in his heart. He and this willow tree were somewhat similar!
He couldn't help but take a second look at the withered willow that Gu Fang was admiring.
Looking at it, I couldn't help but laugh. It would be good to be a weeping willow.
Even though he was too shy to look up at Bixiao, when he lowered his head, he could see his bright blue face.
And what about him? I couldn't help but feel suffocated again.
blue?
Liu Ruixuan turned back and looked towards the other end of the corridor. The winding corridor could no longer see the display windows far away on the other side of the road.
An inadvertent touch of blue suddenly came into view at the other end of the corridor.
In a flash, it passed.
What flashed by was the familiar "hahaha" laughter that was no longer familiar.
That’s Mr. Cao’s signature smile!
That touch of blue?
"Zhao Yun, you know you are angry with me."
Colonel Cao's voice came not far away.
Zhao Yun? Senior sister?
Liu Ruixuan was startled and looked towards the light blue figure again.
Ahem, I only saw a high ponytail swinging back and forth behind my head.
That was the first time I saw Senior Sister Zhao Yun, walking beside the round Principal Cao, showing off her slender figure.
After that, he never saw that light blue color again.
In front of his eyes, the light blue slowly transformed into the old photo in the window: the eyebrows were slightly raised, and the face looked open and confident.
She looks so much like the "cousin" in my childhood memories!
"Oh." Liu Xiu responded and sat back.
Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart.
Some people and some things are always missed inadvertently!
If he had gotten on the bus two minutes later, then he could have really seen the senior sister who had been looking at the window for a year and a half.
He couldn't help but shook his head again. If he hadn't turned back and looked out the window just now, then he wouldn't have such a trace of regret at this moment.
Pity?
Yes, the years that have passed are filled with the word "regret".
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