Song Xuan wore a red sweater, and she sat in the back of the bus yawning. I had a dream last night, and the dream was full of a person.

A girl in a yellow sweater got into the car, she was carrying a big denim backpack and a refreshing ponytail tied behind her head, looking like a good girl.

She watched as the girl walked over to her and sat down.

The special affection between peers made Song Xuan smile at that girl.

The girl smiled too, and she said, "The color of our sweaters looks like scrambled eggs with tomatoes?" ”

Song Xuan was amused by this girl, and Ha Lu laughed. "Hello, Song Xuan."

"Wang Xixi."

"I'm in Jinhua, what about you?"

The girl's eyes widened: "What a coincidence, so am I." ”

The two of them greeted each other like old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time, and there was a feeling of seeing each other late.

It wasn't until Song Xuan had to get out of the car that she reluctantly said goodbye to Wang Xixi.

Wang Xixi wanted to find her aunt on a whim, to be exact, Hu Meiyin's aunt.

Yesterday afternoon, Gu Ao had been sending her downstairs, and she saw his back when she stood at the window on the second floor of her house.

Her mood was a little too calm, which made her feel a little scary.

In this case, she could only take out the newly bought "Cityscape" in her school bag, and turn to the hard and rigid pages in the middle as usual, with a familiar taste and a familiar name.

Hello, white robe. She whispered to herself. I've had a lot better time this time than I did some time ago. But I don't know if I like Gu Ao anymore.

I used to see him when my heart raced, I would blush, I couldn't help but be shy, but now I don't, I know he's handsome, but now when I see him, my mood is calm.

It's not because he's hiding my family affairs. At that time, I knew that I still liked him.

Do you think this is a dull period for love? The white robe, only you, is what I have always admired.

Wang Xixi looked at the latest photo of Bai Pao, the latest photo is a clear apricot blossom, and the background is a dizzying white.

Bai Pao is a man who has crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and Wang Xixi thinks that he has crossed the mountains, been to the sea, and been to Europe in white canvas shoes, which fascinates her.

In the past six months, the photos of the white robe are all in the small town, the same scenery, under his hands as if there is life, she thinks that he is in the same place as her, maybe one day the road she inadvertently walked will be printed with his footsteps, she is a little excited.

Did she notice that the pictures of the white robe changed from magnificent mountains and seas to tiny flowers and tall buildings, and he had also changed from the ambitious emperor to the gentleman who paid attention to details?

When she was lying in bed at night, her mind was always surrounded by the picture of the white robe. Delicate, beautiful flowers.

She suddenly thought of the village where Aunt Hu Meiyin lived, with the tall thatch on the wasteland and the dry trees on the mountains. What is the scene now?

Could it be that the thatch has turned green, and the hillside is full of flowers?

Before falling asleep, she made up her mind to check it out.

The next day she deliberately got up early, in fact, there was nothing to pack, just a glass of water, and the toothbrush and clothes she had prepared for the night there just in case.

"Mom, I made an appointment with a friend to go on a spring outing this weekend, and I'll go first."

She said hello and went out.

The world is getting stranger and stranger as we grow up.

She felt that Zheng Zhongqin had become more and more open to her in the past six months, happy and a little uneasy at the same time.

Following the path she had walked last time, she quickly found the stop sign of the uncommon bus.

When she got into the car, she saw the girl sitting in the back seat at a glance. Dark eyes were staring at themselves. This girl's ponytail is swung to the side of her shoulder, and her curly hair is very beautiful. The loose red sweater was worn on her, making her whole person even more thin and fair.

Wang Xixi sat next to this girl without hesitation.

She noticed that she was wearing a yellow sweater, and what she said surprised herself.

"Do we both look like scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"

After saying it, she felt that this was a bit nonsensical, and she was ready to be looked down upon.

Unexpectedly, the girl laughed.

She said, "Hello, Song Xuan. ”

Wang Xixi was flattered and said, "Wang Xixi." ”

Her intuition told her that the girl was most likely a high school student, and the eagerness to find her kind prompted her to say, "I'm in Jinhua, what about you?" ”

She saw Song Xuan's eyes widen: "What a coincidence, so am I." ”

Wang Xixi grabbed Song Xuan's hand tightly like those rotten scholars who met his old acquaintances in a foreign country as mentioned in the book: "I am from the first class. ”

Song Xuan blinked: "Then you study really well, I'm in class six." ”

Wang Xixi suddenly thought of someone, that person was also in the sixth class, she wanted to ask Song Xuan if he knew him, but her mouth opened and she didn't say it.

Wrongly talked about the spring outing that just ended: "I really envy that your class can go to the suburbs, and I want to go to the suburbs too." ”

Song Xuan's eyes said meaningfully: "Actually, I want to go to the playground." ”

After Song Xuan got out of the car, Wang Xixi suddenly felt lonely.

Originally, he was very happy when he first went out, but after Song Xuan accompanied him for a while, he was a little reluctant, and he even hoped that someone would accompany him all the way.

We always forget that the form of life itself is loneliness because of the presence of passers-by in our lives.

She tilted her head and pulled a notebook out of her bag.

Five hours is a long journey, so let's just draw to relieve your boredom.

The memory of Song Xuan is very fresh, so the first person she painted was Song Xuan.

The second is Li Jing, and the third is Gu Ao.

She stopped writing when she was painting Song Senran.

It seems that he hasn't crossed paths with Song Senran for a long time, did he give up on her like Li Jing gave up on him? That's fine, he's a good friend.

If, if it weren't for Gu Ao, could they be together, she thought, it should be possible, from a practical point of view, they have known each other since childhood, and their parents also know each other.

Thinking of Song Senran's parents, she thought of the car accident and the embarrassment.

Fortunately, she didn't have time to think too much, and the destination of this spring outing arrived. Her spring outing alone.

She walked through the village following the route she remembered.

The plane trees were in bloom, and the whole street was filled with the rich scent of plane flowers, and she sniffed vigorously, trying to remember the smell, which she really couldn't smell in the city.

Crossing the path between the houses, she finally reached the door of her aunt's house.

The sycamore tree in my aunt's yard also bloomed, and the branches were overwhelmed, and some of the flowers fell to the ground, which really made people feel sorry for them.