Time is like water flowing in a quiet lake, flowing forward without any ripples.
The life of a freshman was peaceful and uneventful. He had no intention of dealing with the friends from all over the world in his class, nor did he have the time to chat with them in the dormitory.
He still likes to be alone quietly as he did in Yunling Middle School, and likes to soak in the sea of books in the library and read books. Then, when he quietly looks out the window at the scenery, he feels a trace of emotion in his heart, and then I smeared it on casually.
Over time, there were two thick volumes of essays.
Among those long or short poems or prose, from time to time one or two would be published in the school magazine or Jingyun's "Boys" magazine.
Occasionally, some unexpected pen pals will send letters. Some of these letters have stamps on them, and some do not have stamps. He knew that the ones without stamps were probably "above and above board" letters written to him by some girls on the Jingyun Normal University campus.
He smiled slightly, tore up the envelopes without stamps and put them into the black garbage bag. As for those with stamps on them, those that were mailed with money, and whose handwriting looked like that of a girl, he would treat it equally well.
Because those letters were not what he expected, and the handwriting was not familiar to him. Instead of wasting time reading them, it would be better to calm down and play a piece of music.
There are only a few seals for such a challenge.
He would open it casually and glance at it a few times.
They are nothing more than some small feelings, or words such as hoping to get to know him and make notes. Occasionally, a few will attach a poem or a few lines of poems or prose they have written, and ask for his advice.
He looked at it and smiled.
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As time went by, those letters with stamps gradually became less and less, but there were more letters with poems or prose.
He began to spend a little time selecting the best to the worst from the original letters, and then left a paragraph when submitting.
Later, in the first semester of college, such letters gradually began to decrease, simply because he no longer easily published his negative feelings.
The reason why he published those emotional fragments and used his real name and address was just because he thought that Qian Qian might see it, and then she would remember him.
Since Yun Ling started studying and published his first poem, he has been using his real name. He has been writing those poems or prose for four years, and he has used seven or eight notebooks to write them down. .
However, from beginning to end, he didn't get any news from Qian Qian.
What did those letters that came with snowflakes mean to him?
Several boys in the same dormitory, Amao, Ah Gou, and Xiang Lin, have been talking about him since the beginning of the freshman year, saying that he does not show his true face and looks very honest. In fact, he is full of tricks and has very high methods. I think of the "artistic youth" approach to getting a girlfriend.
High, really high!
After hearing this, he smiled.
Different road non-phase plan!
Later, there was no later.
He still kept his emotions to himself, feeling content in his heart, feeling sad or lamenting, but he no longer expressed it wantonly. After all, there was nothing wrong with some things and some people being hidden deep in his heart.
More importantly, although there are fewer envelopes, he seems to have gained a little fame on the campus of Jingyun Normal University!
Several girls actually came to him and said they were in a literary club and wanted to invite him to join.
After hearing this, he smiled and left.
Literary clubs are not his cup of tea!
He just wants to spend the next three years peacefully and leisurely. As for the literary club, those lively (blunting) lives with the poetic and picturesque (occasionally cheering) literary and artistic (occasionally angry youth) life, he does not dare to expect (not Rare)!
Naturally, in those peaceful years, he had a fixed homework to do every weekend, which was to accompany Xiuxiu on the campus of Jingyun Normal University.
However, while wandering, people would look at them from time to time.
Maybe he was too preoccupied and always felt like someone was paying attention to them. When he turned around, he would occasionally see groups of girls walking not far behind or to the left of them.
After seeing him turn back, some would look towards him steadily, while others would quickly look away.
Occasionally, he would glance over and see a girl walking across from him, and he would look at him a few more times.
At that time, Xiuxiu would unconsciously move closer to him. What's more, she would grab his arm or the corner of his clothes when he wasn't paying attention. .
It always made him startled. Later, as time went by, he got used to it.
Xiuxiu is trying to protect him from the rotten peach!
It’s just that she can’t help but think a little too much!
He, an ordinary boy, was just the most ordinary person among the more than 20,000 students of Jingyun Normal University. How could there be so many romantic opportunities for him to meet in love?
What's more, his small fame is only limited to the piano department of the Conservatory of Music, and he has not left the Conservatory of Music!
He knew that every time he attended a public lecture, there would always be a few girls who would snicker, scream, or blush uncontrollably when they saw his voice.
He walked over without looking back.
If you don’t give others hope, there will be no harm!
He smiled and looked at Liu Xiu with a doting (helpless) look on his face, causing the people walking aside to pay attention and salute frequently.
Liu Xiu smiled, with a proud and evil smile on her face after her plan succeeded. She took his hand and walked away, saying that she was tired and wanted to rest on the wooden bench beside the lawn in front.
"good."
Liu Ruixuan responded, letting Xiuxiu pull him forward, and walked forward under the attention of a group of pedestrians.
He wanted to pretend that he hadn't seen it, and walked over without squinting. However, out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught sight of a figure in a beige dress, suddenly appearing among the people who were paying attention frequently.
He couldn't help but pause at his feet and looked towards that figure.
The skirt fluttering in the wind, the long hair raised by the breeze, and the eyes looking at him from a distance of five or six meters were as deep as a pool of blue waves!
Such deep eyes, with just one glance, he seemed to see a story dancing in that person's eyes.
Where has he seen these eyes before?
I searched quickly in my memory, and suddenly remembered the figure I saw at the school gate on the first day of school.
It's her?
Now, after all, it’s been more than a month!
That figure actually appeared?
Perhaps feeling his gaze, the man looked away and looked straight ahead.
For no reason, Liu Ruixuan felt inexplicably sour.
He thought again of the little girl with two braids from many years ago.
Who has she passed by now? Whose time was amazing?
