In front of the cloister is a small courtyard with a tall magnolia tree growing in the middle of the courtyard. In the drizzle, magnolia flowers bloom on the branches, like wine glasses carved from white jade.

A few sparrows were pecking under the magnolia tree, and when they saw someone in the corridor, they immediately fluttered their wings vigilantly and flew into the air.

Qin Yiyu looked at the sparrows that flew away and sighed: "Far away, do you know? You are like these sparrows, if you are slightly frightened, you will run away without a trace." ”

Zhao Yuan blushed and said, "People are not as timid as sparrows." ”

Qin Yiyu lowered his head and said seriously: "Far away, if after graduation, you find that I have arrived in your hometown to work early, will you feel moved?"

Zhao Yuan glanced at him shyly, and said softly: "From your Hebei to our Sichuan, it's so far-"

Qin Yiyu blurted out: "As long as I can be with you, I am willing to go anywhere." My heart, don't you know—"

Such a naked confession made Zhao Yuanyuan's heart skip a beat, she hurriedly moved two steps to the side, and evaded: "Here, here's quiet, let's go somewhere else." ”

Qin Yiyu put down his arm stretched out into the air, and nodded helplessly: "Okay then-" took two steps, and said, "Far away, you listen, there is the sound of flower petals falling in the rain-"

Zhao Yuan stopped, looked back, and sure enough, he saw the cold wind blowing, the drizzle flying obliquely, and the petals drifting.

One by one, one by one, the white magnolia petals fell on the green grass, making a subtle "fluttering" sound.

It was as quiet as if it had been cut off from the rest of the world.

Except for the two of them, there was no one.

Those white petals fell down without hesitation, dusty and uncertain.

It's like the first love in the hearts of the two.

In early summer, the two went to Xuanyu Lake again.

It was Zhao Yuan's birthday. Qin Yiyu got a haircut and took a shower. I put on a newly bought green T-shirt and went out solemnly.

Xuanyu Lake is dotted around, and some lakes are already full of lotus flowers. The turquoise lotus leaves lined with pink flowers attract many tourists to stop and watch.

Song Yiyu rented a small wooden boat and rowed with Zhao Yuan towards the center of the lake.

Skirting a small island, you will arrive at the place where the lotus flowers bloom. Because it is far away, there are few tourists. Qin Yiyu gave up the pulp and said with a smile: "Let's just float here with the wind for a while." ”

Zhao Yuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, fixed the sun umbrella on the side of the boat, and lay down leaning: "It's just right, I'm going to sleep for a while." ”

I just closed my eyes, and suddenly I felt a coolness on my face. It turned out that Qin Yiyu picked a lotus leaf and covered her face.

Zhao Yuan sniffed: "I'm going to sleep, don't disturb me." ”

Qin Yiyu laughed: "Lazy cat, I also prepared a birthday gift for you, don't you want to take a look?"

Zhao Yuan raised his arm: "Oh, what kind of gift?

Qin Yiyu made a fool of himself: "No, you have to sit up, and I can put it in your hands." ”

"Okay then," Zhao Yuan straightened up lazily and stretched out his hand in front of Qin Peng: "Bring it, I'll take a look." ”

Qin Yiyu said in a low voice: "You close your eyes and count, count one, two, three, and I will put it in your hand." ”

"Why is it so troublesome?" Zhao Yuan muttered, but he still closed his eyes obediently, and said lightly: "One, two, three-"

As soon as the word "three" came out, I felt a chill in my palm. She opened her eyes and saw a string of white jade polished beads, a necklace made of beads, lying quietly in her hand.

"It's so beautiful!" Zhao Yuan picked up the necklace and stroked it carefully for a while before reluctantly breaking the metal buckle behind the necklace and raising his hands to put it on his neck.

But the two hands tried several times behind the neck, but they couldn't fasten the metal clasp of the necklace.

Qin Yiyu said softly: "I'll help you put it on, okay?"

Zhao Yuan nodded and turned his body in front of Qin Yiyu.

Qin Yiyu clumsily buttoned the metal button, slid his hands to her neck, lifted her cheeks, lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the lips.

Zhao Yuan's pink face suddenly turned red. But instead of pushing Qin Yiyu away, she raised her chin and kissed him back quickly on the lips.

Qin Yiyu was intoxicated, and his heart felt like there were countless fireworks blooming. The boat was rocking, the lotus flowers were fragrant, and he took Zhao Yuan tightly into his arms and kissed her on the lips again......

Zhao Yuan ran out of the Zen teahouse.

Every time I take a step, I am one step away from that person, and I feel inexplicably painful and lose a step in my heart.

She forced herself not to look back.

The dense drizzle hit her face coldly, and she wiped it with her hand indiscriminately, unable to tell whether it was rain or tears.

After walking in the rain for a long time, she finally reached out and hailed a taxi.

When she returned to the Xishanqi project department, her clothes were all wet and her hair was still dripping with rain.

Xue Ni felt a little strange, and took the initiative to greet: "Manager Zhao, it's raining so hard outside, don't you bring an umbrella?"

Zhao Yuan frowned: "I didn't expect it to rain, by the way, do you have a dry towel? ”

Xue Ni said: "I have an umbrella here, you can go back to the dormitory to change your clothes." There are work clothes for employees in the dormitory. ”

Zhao Yuan took the umbrella and couldn't help but shudder: "That's great, thank you." ”

When he came to the third floor of the staff dormitory and pushed open the door of room 306, Zhao Yuan suddenly remembered that the women's dormitory he lived in when he was in college was room 306.

Bedroom 306 has too many youthful memories, too many laughter and tears.

It's just that now I see 306 again, but it has long been a matter of people.

Zhao Yuan walked into the bedroom, came to the wardrobe in three steps and two steps, opened the cabinet door, and saw a set of rose-red overalls hanging inside.

Turning on the hot water in the bathroom to the maximum, rinsing it vigorously, and then changing into dry work clothes, Zhao Yuan felt that he was finally more comfortable.

The hair is still wet. She brought the bathroom hair dryer to the desk and slowly blew her hair on the small mirror on the desk.

Suddenly, her eyes were drawn to a delicate frame on her desk.

In the frame is a picture of a summer lotus flower. The boundless lotus leaves and pink lotus flowers make people miss the beauty of summer at first sight.

On the lotus, a poem was written on the dragon flying and the phoenix danced:

A cut of plum Xuanyu Lake

The endless lotus flower greets with a smile, the lotus cover is tilted, and the lotus stem is pavilion. Qingbo shook to catch dragonflies, but also took advantage of the light wind and the tide to be flat. A song of Ling sang the evening sunshine, and he shook his head and forgot to return. The flat boat is full of stars, a few fishing lights, and a few feathers.

This poem is too familiar to Zhao Yuan.

I remember that when I was nineteen years old that year, Qin Yiyu made an appointment to go to the shore of Xuanyu Lake to celebrate his last birthday before the age of twenty.

It had just entered summer, the sun was not very poisonous, and the lotus flowers were blooming just right, so they rented a boat to ripple on the lake. He told her jokes, they sang together, and he unexpectedly gave her a white jade necklace...... In the fragrance of lotus flowers, he couldn't help but kiss her.

She also kissed him back stupidly.

It was his first kiss, impulsive and passionate.

It was her first kiss, green and sweet.

After coming back, Qin Yiyu found Zhao Yuan in the classroom the next day and gave her this poem.

The old letterhead and handsome handwriting immediately attracted her.

She read his words carefully, as if she saw the beauty of yesterday, frozen in this beautiful long and short sentence.

I remember that he looked sideways into her eyes and whispered, far away, every year on your birthday in the future, I will write a poem for you.

She read the tenderness in his eyes and was instantly moved.

For a long time after that, she wondered in her heart, is the so-called happiness what he writes for her every year?

……