Chapter 150: Cheers to the past

1.

Back at school, Spring plunged headlong into the dormitory and fell asleep.

When the sky was about to darken, Wu Xiao pushed the door in and looked at the sleeping spring, didn't dare to disturb him, and quietly closed the door and retreated.

After a while, Wu Xiao flashed into the door lightly, put a bottle of liquor and some food on the spring bedside table, and quietly retreated.

It wasn't until after seven o'clock in the evening that Spring woke up from his sleep.

In the dream, it was still a scene of himself and Liu Qing talking all night in the classroom, but suddenly Liu Qing drifted away like a wisp of green smoke, and the spring groped around in the dark and shouted Liu Qing's name.

The despair and unstoppable, heart-rending pain that I couldn't see any hope after waking up made spring think it was still in a dream.

Wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, I really hope that I will never wake up in a dream forever, so that happiness may be available for a lifetime.

The dream has not passed, people do not wake up, and the spring dream is drunk, which may be the most beautiful scenery in life.

2.

I got up and washed my face, and then I felt hungry and a little uncomfortable in the spring.

Seeing the wine and food on the bedside table, Spring knew that the designation was done by Wu Xiao, so he unceremoniously feasted on it.

While eating and drinking, in the spring, I was thinking hard about the scene of my encounter with Liu Qing in the county seat today.

Spring knows that his love for Liu Qing has gradually penetrated into the bone marrow and penetrated into the soul as time goes by, although this love is so pale and illusory, but Spring is reluctant to give it up from his life.

In the spring, I often thank God in my heart for letting me meet Liu Qing, so that my time is more moving; thanks to Liu Qing for knowing each other, so that my life has a touch of warmth and brightness; thanks to the experience of two people together, so that my passing years are more vivid; and I am also grateful for life, so that I can repair the fence and plant chrysanthemums in the red dust years, and plant all the joys and sorrows.

This journey of landscapes, this journey of years, and this period of time, finally exudes a clear and shallow and moving warmth because of the understanding and companionship of two people, and it has always moved spring in this warmth.

It was late at night, and Spring was still thinking quietly alone, and loneliness and loneliness seemed to be destined to be a habit for him. In a bag full of thoughts, drifting with the tide in the past, like the wind sweeping.

Memory is like a roller curtain full of wind chimes, which cannot hide the traces of the aftertaste. That one has appeared countless times in the corridor of spring memories, counting the beauty and sorrow of the past, and the fragrance of love fills the whole life of spring.

The wind of the season will always blow the flowers in the dream to bloom and fall. The accompaniment and acquaintance of several years of youth and youth, precipitating a fragrant fragrance on the notebook of time, like the spring of life, always cleansing the dry soul of spring.

In fact, each of us will have such an illusion, always feel that those things that cannot be obtained are the best, always feel that those things that cannot be reached are the most wanted, always feel that the most beautiful scenery in life is always in the distance, being controlled by such an illusion, each of us is always looking up, constantly searching.

Spring is no exception, subconsciously always thinking that the unattainable love for Liu Qing is the truest and most beautiful love in the world.

How many times have I told myself silently in the spring, be your true self! In life, there is no looking back and reminiscence, only moving forward on the road ahead, moving forward with longing and longing! Perhaps, the next stop in the dream is waiting not far away.

There will always be some mistakes in life, and some things have never belonged to us, but we have done a lot of meaningless reverie and persistence.

Scenery that does not belong to us, and it may be more valuable to appreciate it from afar than to have it.

Spring also knows that he and Liu Qing are people from two worlds, and he has been asking hard in his heart, is it time to wake up from this unattainable dream?

In the face of the days that have passed like water, Spring raised his wine glass and swallowed a cup of bitterness, leaving a long list of sighs and two lines of tears.