When An Luyao returned home, An Luyuan was still writing her homework, and she quietly walked to his room and put the small cake she bought in the bakery at the school gate on his desk. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Sister, you're back." The pen in An Luyuan's hand stopped, looked at the little cake and then at An Luyao.

An Luyao didn't speak, but just smiled happily, "Remember to go to bed early." ”

"Are high school questions difficult?"

She didn't know why her brother asked this question, but she still replied very seriously: "It's very difficult, it's a bit of a fight for IQ." ”

"IQ, can you still get into college?"

Well, An Luyuan, who is still black-bellied, An Luyao regretted bringing him delicious food.

"Is that how you curse your sister?"

"No, I'm calling it the method of agitation, which makes you angry and strong in the face of adversity. Also, the cake is delicious, can I change the flavor tomorrow? ”

An Luyao looked at the young man in front of him who had not yet grown, and remembered some common experiences in his heart, such as primitive emotions, with blood and family affection, strong, and nothing could cut it off.

Since he was a child, An Luyuan has always been a very well-behaved child in front of outsiders, not so much well-behaved, but living in the shadow of An Luyao. An Luyao's elementary school teacher has taught him, and the junior high school teacher is teaching him. Sometimes, the little guy listened too much to the nagging of the teachers, and when he got home, he began to complain to An Luyao.

"An Luyao, is it necessary for you to be so obedient? Is it necessary for you to write so well? Is it necessary for you to do so much for the teacher? Every time I 'commit a crime', they compare you to me, the teacher doesn't care, so do my parents, and sometimes I really wish you weren't my sister. ”

Of course, An Luyuan still likes his sister very much. When the An family had him, the country had not yet opened up the second child, but An's father was "one son and one daughter", so An Luyuan's birth did not bring too much economic burden to this well-off family.

Only when he gets along with An Luyao will An Luyuan be a real child again. He will share everything with An Luyao, from the fact that he made a mistake in writing a word today, to the fact that the principal of the school has changed again, many, many more. He also likes to listen to An Luyao talk about things he hasn't experienced, such as high school where he will get lost at the beginning, such as having a high-IQ monster in the class, and participating in fun activities.

Every time, when he talks about these, the light in his eyes seems to be able to illuminate the rainy season without rain and the flower season without flowers blooming, which is An Luyao's feeling, which is the liveliness and innocence that a child of this age should have. She looked back at the road she had walked, perhaps the most beautiful time of An Luyao had been drowned in the vast sea of questions, the teacher's thoughts, the expiration of her parents, and her own determination.

Therefore, An Luyao will spoil him, within his ability.

"You, hurry up and finish your homework and go to bed, what time is it?" She reminded An Luyuan.

"Got it, got it, you're more verbose than your mother."

An Luyao quietly closed the door for him, "It's good to know, I'll go back to my room." ”

An Luyuan hurriedly opened the door, "An Luyao, wait, this is for you." He took out a small black box and packed it carefully, and he could see that he was putting his intentions.

"What is it? Why did you suddenly remember to give me a gift? Did you do something wrong again? Isn't it ......"

Before she could finish speaking, An Luyuan embarrassedly "kicked" her out of the room.

"Go and go, don't disturb my study, just send you something and take it, and ask questions, sister, you are really right."

An Luyao looked at the room that had closed the door, and couldn't laugh or cry.

She poured a glass of water in the living room, and it was still a little hot in October, so she opened the window to let the evening breeze blow. Carefully opening the box, it was a white voice recorder with a very short line written on it: Your dreams will eventually bloom.

suppressed the emotion of wanting to cry, and his nose began to be a little sour, "This An Luyuan is fed up with him." ”

An Luyao silently put away the small box, she looked at the starry sky outside, maybe there are people like herself at the end of the world, dreams and reality slowly become clear in the stumbles, but they can't touch the edge of it.

She likes this sentence from "The Secret of the Passing Years":

We are getting old, and in the limited time, dreams are coming, and we are always walking alone. When I turned around, I saw not only the stubborn past, but also the back of the person who was still more serious and never surrendered in the pouring rain.

I really want to see the outside world.

An Luyao thought so, and it took a long time to feel that the phone screen was lit up.

turned on the phone, and it was Zimo who replied to her book review: "You are right, the brushstrokes will only improve after experience, and you should go for a walk." ”

I don't know what kind of person this author, Zimo, who has always liked it? Maybe he's a high school student like himself, maybe he's an uncle. However, no matter who he is, no matter where he is in the world, what he reveals in his books makes people feel emotional and unforgettable after reading them, as if they can hear him tell the past in your ear.

She was very surprised, although Zimo usually replies to every book review very seriously, but it may be because he is busy, and his reply is usually two or three days later. Today, it seems that the speed of the reply is a bit peculiar.

"Haven't you slept yet? The plot of the book sped up, but it always felt like something was missing. She quickly typed the line and clicked send.

Li Qingchen on the other side finished uploading the latest chapter, and he looked at the screen in a daze, and the penguin next to him suddenly jumped before he came back to his senses. "Who is it so late?" He thought to himself.

opened the interface, Li Qingchen saw the familiar name, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, "Or her?" Will be late. ”

He remembers this girl very clearly, not only can she be regarded as a loyal fan of herself, but in every chapter, she can see things that are different from others, plots, characters, environments, foreshadowing, and many times it is her ordinary words or two that make him find a breakthrough point of inspiration, so he only gave her his exclusive contact information. However, she never sent messages, but only expressed some opinions in the book review section of the website day after day, as if she didn't want to be involved with herself.

Li Qingchen thought about it, today is also a very special day. I only knew a few hours ago that An Luyao was also reading this book, and there was undisguised appreciation in her eyes, and now "will be late" unexpectedly sent a message, and without thinking deeply, he replied quickly on the keyboard:

"Well, there's something going on at school, and I've been busy until now. I also feel that something is missing, but it is written according to the outline, and it is described in the same way as before, I don't know why. "Zimo sends.

An Luyao was on the other side, waiting for news from Zimo God, and then carefully looked at the content of the previous chapter, "You know that the crux of your problem is not that the plot has been accelerated, but that when you describe the psychology, you only highlight the protagonists, but you don't put them in the social context." ”

"Social background? I see, I know what you mean! ”

Li Qingchen seems to have been cleared of the long-blocked train of thought, "I'll change the first two chapters now!" ”

"Don't be too late, Zimo, are you still a student?"

"yes, I'm in my first year of high school."

High? In the same grade as himself, An Luyao admired the person on the other side of the screen, but he didn't have the courage to put something into practice at all.

"It's going to be late, can I ask you a question?" This is the question Li Qingchen has always wanted to ask.

This girl called Jiang Wan is not like ordinary readers, she has her own ideas, and her opinions will hit the nail on the head. Moreover, he has read her previous articles and book reviews published on her personal homepage, which not only grasps the emotions and personalities of the characters from all angles, but also mixes with a kind of humanistic care. These are all things that I lack and don't think about.

"What? You ask. ”

"Have you ever thought about writing down your thoughts?"

An Luyao was stunned, write it down? I have had beautiful dreams, but in those ridicules, bumps, and expectations, nothing is my own, my heart will lose its direction, it will stop breathing, and it will say goodbye to them from afar.

Li Qingchen, who was on the other side of the screen, waited for a long time and didn't hear the penguin's "Didi" sound, "Is it still there?" It's not early, I'm still a little talkative, but if we can, we can write stories together, good night. ”

She didn't speak, looked at the sky outside the window, and thought for a while.

There was a slight sound of footsteps in the living room, but An Luyao still faintly heard it, it was the voice of An's father and mother.

An's father had an old voice: "Have you made the dough?" Lu Yao and Lu Yuan were going to make something for them to eat in the morning. ”

"Okay, tomorrow you go to the bank and withdraw another 10,000 yuan, didn't Lu Yao say that he can't understand mathematics, you go and ask their teacher to see if he can help make up for something." An's mother cleaned up the kitchen and walked out.

"Yes, yes. These two children, in addition to being stubborn, are still sensible. If you don't say a few words in the future, don't talk about them, I'm tired of listening. ”

"I don't know who always talks to Lu Yao."

"Alright, alright, sleep a little longer, and I'll wake them up later."

The sound gradually subsided until it was no longer audible.

For the first time, An Luyao felt that she felt guilty about some people. Obviously said that it is good, and it will not make you worry about it in the future, but the price that youth needs to pay, its cruelty, its kindness, its fantasy, and its unwillingness, are all reasons for you to move forward. At the same time, they are getting old.

Rubbing his somewhat moist eyes, he took out the notebook and wrote down a neat line in block letters:

"Dream, good night, reality, hello!"