At this time, the shuttle bus of the military region had not yet started, so I had to take her to the bus stop to wait for the bus.

At that time, he had just graduated from college, and like all students his age, his pockets were empty.

That year, after the winter in Beijing, it was extremely cold, and after the first snowfall, a thin layer of ice formed on the road.

On the way to the bus stop, she put one foot on the ice and slid on it, fearing that she would fall, pulled a hand out of her pocket and grabbed the hem of his cotton coat tightly.

Ren Pingsheng noticed her small movement, and let her pull his clothes so that he could stand firmly. This girl still looked like she was about to cry just now, but as soon as she turned around, she became interested in skating.

It was close to the afternoon, and there were only a few people walking on the road, most of them scarves, hats, fully armed, with their hands in their pockets to keep warm. He looked down and saw that one of her little hands was slightly red from the cold, her feet were slipping down, and her mouth was still humming a song with interest.

"Xu Guangxi?" the tone was raised, with a somewhat inquiring tone.

Mitsuki looked up, and the light diffused from the snow turned white in front of her eyes, and she had to squint her eyes slightly. I saw that his face was almost the same color as the white sky, his hair was neatly combed, fresh and fresh, and his ears were red from the cold because he was not wearing a hat.

As soon as she wanted to nod her head and respond, she immediately remembered that Xu Han had told her: If you can speak, don't nod and shake your head. If you can say a sentence completely, don't reply to others like "yes", "no", "oh", and "um". So he said, "My name is Xu Guangxi." Xu Xian's Xu, the light of light, and the hope of hope. "I'm serious about introducing my name to him.

He laughed, took half a step slower, matched her pace, and said, "I'll call you Xixi, is that okay?"

She nodded, "Yes." ”

Then she saw him stretch out one hand, pull up the hat behind her head, cover her head, and then take her whole arm around her, and send her other foot to the ice. Mitsuki's brows stretched, and he smiled, looking quite happy.

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The bus arrived quickly, find two seats to sit down. One big and one small, they didn't have anything to say, and Ren Pingsheng didn't look like a talkative person, so there was only silence. Most children at this age can't sit still, are active, and are all small movements. And Xu Guangxi, sitting, really sat firmly and upright. It's still quiet.

When she got off the bus, she was worried that Ren Pingsheng would run into her mother. At the drinking party a few days ago, Guangxi vaguely knew that his mother didn't like him.

At that time, she was still young, and there was no way to accurately describe her mother's feelings for Ren Pingsheng. Actually, it's not so much about hatred, it's more about worldly prejudice.

The station is a few steps away from the family courtyard of the Ministry of Finance, and she thinks that it shouldn't matter if it is sent to the door of the community. Unexpectedly, before the guard at the door let her in, she saw her mother standing there from a distance carrying a bag of vegetables.

She called, "Mommy." "Walk over there. Mom is still looking at Ren Pingsheng.

In winter, it gets dark very quickly, and it is only five o'clock, and it is gray outside. Gray sky, gray trees and walls below.

The mother seemed to realize that Ren Pingsheng sent her daughter home for her, and at least she should thank him, so she smiled and said, "Thank you for sending Xixi back, you haven't eaten yet, it just so happens that a few people in your family are visiting the old man's place, and your sister is also there, let's go up and have a meal together." ”

It's strange that his mother doesn't like him, so she asked him to come to the house for dinner. Guangxi was very happy, and then, he heard Ren Pingsheng refuse very tactfully. Mom didn't keep him anymore. After saying a few more words that were not salty or light, he pulled her in.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw that several juniors of the Ren family were at home.

Grandpa and Grandpa Ren were lifelong friends during the revolution, and the later children, also adhering to the meaning of their fathers, the two families have been moving around frequently.

After my mother handed over the plastic bag in her hand to the aunt at home, she casually mentioned what she had just seen Ren Pingsheng. Mitsuki lowered his head, ran to the bathroom, and lowered his hair in the mirror to make sure that he could cover the redness and swelling before coming out.

"In the past few years of US imperialism, it is still the same when I come back. He's been in the south for a long time, and he's got a break with us. Uncooked. ”

"This boy is not evil. Grandpa spoke, "Steady." ”

"yes. Mom brought up the incident just now, and soon passed by and talked about the 17th National Congress of the Communist Party of China just past.

At the dinner table, Guangxi ate very slowly, listened to what the adults said, and tried to hear about him again, but until the end, they didn't mention Ren Pingsheng again.

The feeling in my memory, because I am still young, and I don't have a deep taste, is like a cloud floating in the distance, as soon as the wind blows, it disperses, back and forth, and it can't gather into rain.

Time passed day by day, and on Friday, her mother took her to Peking University to watch the performance as promised.

At that time, it was a public performance, and there were students who occupied seats early, and when they passed, it was a little late, and they only found two seats in the last row. I don't know how many programs are playing in the theater, there are two dancers on the stage, a man and a woman, wearing Miao costumes, and the soundtrack is mountain streams and birdsong, she feels strange, listening to the male and female dancers sing and harmonize when they courting each other, the voice is quite funny, but the figure is very soft.

She saw him in a group dance later. It is a dance that shows the beauty of male strength, the male actor is dressed in a collar, a short skirt, wearing accessories, similar to the costumes of the early Shang Dynasty, with drums, and majestic music, every movement, silently interpreting a story, showing a kind of spirit. That scene lasted for about ten minutes, and when it ended, the audience was still unsatisfied, and the whole theater was silent, only the gasps of those dancers' chests rose and fell after a long dance on the stage. A few seconds later, the audience burst into applause.

It was the last show, and after that dance, all the performers, all the curtain calls. Then, there were students who had been arranged in advance to go up and lay flowers. The girls who exclaimed in the audience just now were also bold enough to go on stage.

The theater lights illuminate the stage to the fullest, and the rest is dark. She was pulled by her mother, followed the people in the front row, left the stage in an orderly manner, turned her head sideways to the center of the stage, and saw the group of people on the stage surrounded by flowers and applause. Radiant.