"Brother Xiangyang, you, what did you say?"
Ren Yuan was stunned for a while, hesitated, and then pretended not to hear clearly and asked.
In the future, will you grow up slowly with her?
Isn't this what they had agreed to study together and go to university together?
Still, I suddenly remembered the teacup drinking incident just now. I glanced at the hand held by Brother Xiangyang from the corner of my eye, and suddenly there was a little strange feeling in my heart.
Could it be another interpretation of the end of student days?
Ahem, are you thinking about it again?
Ren Yuan withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and skipped a few lines on the book in front of him.
I just happened to see: If you hold on to it and gain it, it will not be as good as it is; if you hold on to it and keep it sharp, it will not last long. A house full of gold and jade cannot be guarded by anyone; if you are arrogant and rich, you will be blamed for it. When one's meritorious deeds are fulfilled, the body retreats, which is the way of heaven.
I couldn't help but feel stunned again.
This book was drawn to him by his brother Xiangyang. It is one of the must-read books during the summer vacation - Laozi's "Tao Te Ching".
It took me several days to read Chapter 9. No, no, no, to be exact, it took me half a day to understand the meaning of these lines.
It’s important to know when enough is enough and know how to advance and retreat.
"I didn't say anything," Jiang Xiangyang smiled, let go of Ren Yuan's hand, and raised his hand toward the half-open window, "Look from afar."
What's there to see outside the window?
Ren Yuan retracted the hand held by Brother Xiangyang just now, and the warmth of being held just now still remained in his hand.
Oh, she guessed it right. Brother Xiangyang was teasing her.
She almost believed that this was another explanation for what had just happened.
What a little idiot, being so sentimental again!
He groaned in his heart, pursed his lips, and looked out the window.
Outside the window, the grape trellis in the yard is already full of green grapes, which will be ready to be picked and eaten in another month.
"The human heart is actually just like this open window." Brother Xiangyang's voice came over.
What is the relationship between the human heart and windows? Ren Yuan looked disapprovingly and looked at Brother Xiangyang on the side with a somewhat confused expression, only to see him looking out the window with a soft expression on his face.
This, what kind of expression is this?
Could it be that another girl like "Wen Yiyi" appeared in Qingya Middle School?
A thought came out instantly, making her panic.
Suddenly I started to feel a little angry with myself. Why did I start to worry about gains and losses after I got to junior high school, and started to feel a little different from myself? Why could Brother Xiangyang be so calm and joke with her?
When you are happy, just chat with her, and when you are unhappy, just find someone to accompany her home?
Now, suddenly my conscience is awakened. In order to make up for the previous regrets, do I read a book with her? But, at this moment, where did this thought go?
She can't see clearly!
Also, as I mentioned before about the alumni gathering tomorrow morning, Wen Yiyi will also go!
Ah! Wen Yiyi!
Ren Yuan couldn't help but shake the hand under the desk, his eyes moved away from Brother Xiangyang's gentle face, and then fell on the book in front of him, and his eyes fell on those lines of words.
Yesterday, the chapter I read yesterday told her to be as kind as water, and not to fight for anything. Today's chapter is even more powerful, telling her directly that enough is enough.
A thought suddenly came out, could it be that Brother Xiangyang was telling her.
Stop being hostile to Wen Yiyi. She can't compete with Wen Yiyi. Instead of embarrassing herself, why not just let nature take its course and do her best? Or are you telling her that as for the future, as for the future of her and Brother Xiangyang, she should be content when she gets to college? ?
She couldn't help but sigh in her heart. From now on, she will slowly write her own story.
She should be prepared to be alone in seven or eight years without Brother Xiangyang by her side.
He looked out the window casually.
What is the relationship between the human heart and windows?
The window can be opened and closed at any time, and if it is broken, it can be repaired, just like the original brand new appearance, but what about the human heart? Once it is opened, it cannot be closed. If you force it to close, it will be riddled with wounds.
"Look from afar." Brother Xiangyang's gentle voice came over.
look? What catches your eyes? Ren Yuan twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, suppressing the sudden bitterness in his heart.
Look again, the window and the human heart are still different; look again, the scenery outside the window remains the same all seasons, it seems that it is just a change of seasons. Next summer, the yard will not change, but the grape shelves will still be full.
However, she is no longer the same person she was last year.
Brother Xiangyang will no longer be the same brother Xiangyang he used to be.
He looked out the window quietly, saying nothing or answering.
The room is quiet, so quiet that you can hear the tick-tick-tick tick of the small alarm clock on the desk; quiet enough that you can hear the wind blowing outside the window, and the sound of the rose flowers in front of the window. The sound of shaking grape trellises.
"If you look from a distance and open the window, what you can see is that there is no one else but you and me."
ah? Ren Yuan was stunned.
He shook his head and looked at Brother Xiangyang with a look of astonishment.
It's a little different than expected. Did she hear wrongly? Or was she wrong? Or is Brother Xiangyang wrong?
Why did the style of painting suddenly change?
Is there anyone else in Brother Xiangyang’s window? Just her and him? ?
Does it mean that in Brother Xiangyang's heart, she is the only one? Just like her, there is only Brother Xiangyang in her eyes.
"Haha," Jiang Xiangyang laughed, raised his hand and brushed a strand of Ren Yuan's short, shoulder-length hair, "This length is just right. Let's grow it longer when we go to college."
"Ah?" Ren Yuan looked at his short hair, and then at brother Xiang Yang beside him, "I was going to get a haircut tomorrow."
Haha, the topic changed so suddenly that she was embarrassed to ask or think too much about it.
Brother Xiangyang, did you do this on purpose?
This smile was calm and gentle, not like shyness or joking.
She was a little confused again.
In the world between her and Brother Xiangyang, she seems to have always been the follower, the speculator, the one who follows Brother Xiangyang and affects Xi Xi's emotions, whether happy or sad, because of his words and deeds.
"Keep it," Jiang Xiangyang loosened his fingers, and the strand of hair slid down smoothly, obediently staying on Ren Yuan's shoulder, "Before school starts, I will go with you to get a haircut."
ah? This, what kind of idea is this?
Ren Yuan raised his hand and grabbed the hair that had just been stroked by Brother Xiangyang: "You before school starts or me before school starts?"
"Before school starts," Jiang Xiangyang laughed, "before August 20th, okay?"
"Oh." Ren Yuan responded, lowered his eyes, and focused on those lines of words again.
She almost forgot that the third year of junior high school would start school early; she also almost forgot that brother Xiangyang seemed to start school later than her this year.
"Yuanyuan, do you understand?"
ah? Do you understand? Ren Yuan raised his eyes and looked at Brother Xiangyang: "I understand, I'm going to get a haircut on August 20th."
"No," Jiang Xiangyang looked at Ren Yuan, "What I want to say is, about the future."
future? Ren Yuan felt sour in his heart for a moment: "I understand."
Regarding the future, she had to stop in moderation and get used to life without Brother Xiangyang.
"In the future, a long time later, when we grow up," Jiang Xiangyang looked at Ren Yuan with a gentle face, "just like now, we will drink the same glass of water, sit under the same roof, look at the scenery outside the window, and be with you. , and grow old slowly.”
