"Let's go, Qingchen, aren't you going home?" Zuo Jue helped Li Qingchen finish the last question and looked at him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Me." Li Qingchen flipped through the English test papers and grammar books, "Su Qing said, you want to find me about the charity party." said that he couldn't find the right person now, and he had to record a song or something. ”

"Recording a song?" Jiang Ruili was immediately interested when she heard these two words. "Li Qingchen, do you still know how to sing? I haven't heard you say it before, but I didn't expect that it would be hidden when it was critical. ”

"What do you mean by what you usually look like, after all, I'm also a literary and beautiful boy." As he spoke, Li Qingchen shook the broken hair in front of his forehead, still looking like a yuppie.

"If you want to talk about literary youth, you can't compare to An Luyao, aren't you Lu Yao?" Jiang Ruili looked back at An Luyao. It seems that every time she is called, she is struggling with various topics.

"Huh? Ruili, what do you say? ”

"She said you were a literary youth." Xiang Yujin happened to be helping them collect their math homework, reminded An Luyao, and gave her an expression of "you didn't hand in the math training at night".

"I'm sorry, I'll send it over tomorrow morning, okay?" An Luyao looked at Xiang Yujin.

"Well," he thought for a moment, "then follow the old rules, cross out your name, and you will pay it yourself tomorrow morning." Xiang Yujin smiled at her.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Saga!"

"Lu Yao, I heard You Jia say that you still write novels, right?" Jiang Ruili leaned in front of her.

"It's not a novel, it's just a little story, just a little thing that I usually remember." An Luyao told her while cleaning up that this You Jia really said everything.

"Huh? Lu Yao, do you still write? Li Qingchen flashed his eyes and turned back to her.

In fact, at the beginning, An Luyao didn't want to write novels, because after going to high school, he had a lot less free time. Tedious schoolwork and mathematics, physics and chemistry exercises that can never be understood, she originally had a dream of being a writer, but she didn't know why, many things, there were no ideas, and then the brain began to go blank, there was no inspiration, just idle there, only occasionally I would take it out to see, and I was probably not a literary youth.

?“ When can I read your magnum opus? He smiled at her, with something indescribable and a hidden expectation in his eyes.

"Qingchen, let's talk about the party." Su Qing's voice sounded in the middle of a large group of people.

"Well, okay."

"Can we go out and talk?" Su Qing continued.

"Do you have to say it now?" Zuo Jue, who was on the side, looked at the two of them and couldn't help but speak. "Chairman Su, even if it is a very important matter, it is already too late. Moreover, the party is not just Qingchen alone. His tone was frivolous, and he didn't know if it was a joke or a displeasure.

"Then ......" Su Qing hesitated a little.

An Luyao looked at the "confrontation" between the two of them, didn't this Zuo Jue say that he liked Su Qing? Since you like it, why is the tone so ...... Then, she looked at Li Qingchen who was smiling stupidly, and her brain was swayed by some bad thoughts in an instant, she couldn't blame herself for being impure, she could only say that she was too relatable, An Luyao despised herself in her heart.

"Lu Yao, you haven't told me what you wrote?" Li Qingchen got to the bottom of it. An Luyao really didn't know how to answer him. Because, those are just the diaries, thoughts and moods that I usually write, and I am really embarrassed and can't be made public.

??“ It's all something that isn't worth mentioning, and it's bits and pieces, so I'll read you a little snippet if you want to see it, okay? An Luyao said and took out a notebook, which looked very old, but the corners were flat. At a glance, you can see that the owner is often turned over, and he loves it very much.

"Lu Yao, do you really know how to write novels?" Zuo Jue also joined the ranks of inquiries.

"It's not a novel, it's just a little thing."

"Then you can read it."

"There is a paradoxical pain in our youth. Like wind, like rain. But the rain can be seen, and the wind can also be seen, like the yellow leaves that have been blown off, like lost memories, like the beauty of the past, like the youth that we can vaguely see......"

"Usually you write essays like that, you can't see it, you are so talented." You Jia, who was about to leave, also came over to join in the fun.

"Are you making fun of me?" An Luyao said this deliberately.

"No, I'm just telling the truth." You Jia smiled "hehe".

Jiang Ruili turned to look at Su Qing. "Composition, I know Su Qing writes very well, what do you think, Su Qing?"

"Well, it's really well written, but I feel like there's something missing, and it's too sad."

"No, I think it's good."

"Okay, the school lights are going out, let's go back." Zuo Jue proposed.

When he got home that day, An Luyao didn't know why he had insomnia. Then she got out of bed, turned on the lamp, and flipped through the old notebook.

I crossed out the sentence I read today, and wrote on it, a new line of words:

Look, the wind will pass by your ears, but the wind is invisible. Because it only exists in people's imagination, it is the most beautiful dream.

On the other side of the city, there is also a person whose desk is also lit by the lamp.

"Qingchen, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Li's mother, who got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, saw that the light in her son's room was still on, and couldn't help but ask.

"I'll go to bed later, and I'll watch the math problems for a while." Li Qingchen quickly stopped the sound of tapping on the keyboard, "You shouldn't be playing a game, right?" Li's mother went to the kitchen to help him make a cup of hot milk and came to Li Qingchen's room.

"Don't hide, I've seen it all." Mother Li sighed, "Your novel creation can be stopped, now that the time is so tight, how can you have time to write a novel." Even though I know that my son is talented in this area, he should still focus on his studies now. You know what? You also have to take the university ......"

"Got it, I got it." Although he said he knew, he didn't stop typing on the keyboard.

"Still writing?" Mother Li was a little angry.

"Mom, I'll finish this paragraph, and I promise that there is only this paragraph!"

"Okay, remember to drink the milk, I'll go to bed, don't be too late, you have to go to school tomorrow, you know?"

"Roger, Writer!"

After Li's mother went out, he thought of the words An An Luyao said today: The wind can be seen.

Is it really visible? Li Qingchen couldn't help but start to doubt himself, in the end, what did he work so hard for, was it just the expectations of his parents?

Since he was a child, when he knew Zuo Jue and Su Qing, he knew that he had met the two biggest "opponents" in his life. can't be regarded as an opponent, after all, Zuo Jue is still his most iron buddy.

Su Qing has always been a versatile person, while Zuo Jue is a god of academic hegemony, and he doesn't know anything, or he can't compare to them in academics. Therefore, he worked harder in other places, after all, the expectations he saw in the eyes of Li's father and Li's mother were definitely not only this.

Therefore, he will take everything very seriously, learn to play the violin, learn to sing, play the guitar, and also include all kinds of cram schools. In order to at least not feel ashamed to mention his son in front of outsiders. However, now that I look at it, it seems that I was wrong, and I was completely wrong.

Because, from the beginning, he should have known that the paths of the three of them are different, although the family backgrounds are similar, but the things he has experienced and the people he has met are all different, such as Zuo Jue, Su Qing, and himself.

Because it is different, the road ahead is also different. There is no way to define it. In other words, it is just a stage of accumulation, and no one knows what you will do in the future, and no one knows whether your current efforts will be useful or not.

Of course, for Li Qingchen, now, this is only what he can do.

Because, as An Luyao said, you can see that the wind passes by your ears.