It was not a long distance from the hospital to home, and An Luyao looked at the neon lights outside the car along the way, and his expression was a little gloomy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When she got home, she didn't say a word, went straight to her room, opened the window, and sat at her desk without knowing what she was thinking.

Then, she came back to her senses, opened the drawer, and opened the notebook, all of which were in the previous handwriting, red, green, blue...... Many, much more. An Luyao looked at them, as if he had returned to the beginning of this summer, as if it was still the first day of meeting. There were two teenagers who broke into her life like the wind.

"Are you comfortable?" Ann's father poured her a glass of water, "Reading again?" ”

"No, I'm looking at what I wrote before, flipping through it."

"If it's okay, just rest and rest, teacher, your uncle has already told them."

"I know, I'll watch it for a while, and I'll rest." An Luyao took the water glass, and his voice was muffled.

Dad An knew An Luyao's temperament, the same stubborn temper as himself, looked at her focused appearance, and suddenly felt that he really owed this somewhat "cold" child all these years. Helped her close the door and quietly left.

When she was upset, An Luyao would read a book to relieve her, and after thinking about what had happened recently, she opened the computer's favorites.

"Zimo ......" was very surprised, the update date of Zimo Book stopped at ten o'clock yesterday, and now it is ten thirty, "Isn't it updated today?" An Luyao looked at the screen with some loss.

The penguin in the lower right corner of "Didi" suddenly flashed a few times.

"Now, who will it be?" An Lu Yao nodded curiously.

"It's going to be late, I met someone today, I'm not in the mood to update, I don't know if you're there, I just want to find someone, I want to ......"

"I'm here."

With just two simple words, Li Qingchen's heart seemed to have settled, and the speed of his fingertips became faster.

"I think you're a lot like her, but you're not her." His eyes darkened, and a hint of sorrow crept up between his brows.

"Tell me, I'll hear you." For Zimo, An Luyao has always been very patient.

"She's a girl in our class, and sometimes it feels like she's cold and quiet, but that's just her mask. I know her, smart, vulnerable, and ...... It's lonely. ”

"That'...... When did it start? ”

"I don't know." Li Qingchen, who was on the other side of the screen, smiled bitterly, "I don't know if this counts as a liking, I'm just ...... It seems to be different from other girls, it's just ...... Feel. He began to speak incoherently.

"The person Zimo likes should be very special." An Luyao muttered to himself at the screen.

Li Qingchen remembered the first time he met An Luyao, with fresh and refreshing short hair, he was looking at the list of propaganda columns very seriously, and he still had words in his mouth. He watched quietly, watching An Luyao finish reading the names one by one, until she paused in front of her own name for a long time before he stepped forward to joke with her, "Hey, do you know me?" ”

An Luyao looked at the message sent by Zimo, his mind was interspersed with some sporadic memories, and he could still hear the voice:

"An Luyao, don't scare me, wake up quickly!"

"An Lu Yao! Lu Yao! ”

It was the moment she wanted to cry. The bitterness and loneliness of these years cried out together.

After taking on too much and burying too much, someone finally came to my world.

Like direction, like light.

"It's going to be late, you know? Today I felt like I was about to lose her, and for a moment, I felt like I couldn't do anything, I didn't even know how to protect her. Li Qingchen didn't understand why he would talk so much to this girl, maybe it was just because she reminded him of An Luyao.

She sobbed quietly as she replied to Zimo:

"It's not that I don't know how to protect it, but it's ......"

Rather, we have long forgotten that our love can be desperate.

It's like a loneliness that has been hidden for a long time, quietly felt by a person, and then he doesn't say anything. It's just, looking at your loneliness, becoming his sadness, silently by your side, without adding a word.

I know, you've been there.

And when you're there, I'm at ease.

"I seem to be talking too much, sorry, it's going to be late. I'm still telling you this at this late hour. Li Qingchen knew that the girl on the other side of the screen named Jiang Wan also had a subtle and sensitive mind like An Luyao, she would be by the side of a stranger and listen to you tell you about your joys and sorrows.

"Well, it's okay, as long as you have something, I'll send you a message back as soon as I see it, go to bed early."

"Okay."

After typing the last Chinese character, Li Qingchen looked at Jiang Wan's avatar and looked at her scribbled personal information, which was a little funny. Then, without warning, I went to her personal homepage.

Remembering that the last time I came to see her homepage was during the winter vacation, I should have updated a lot of things now, he thought.

"The wind, passing by your ears?" Li Qingchen looked at the title of this article that would be written later, and muttered to himself, as if a conjecture had emerged in front of him.

Will it be late? An Lu Yao?

It was as if he could feel that the world had fallen silent, and the air was crawling, only his heart beating.

He read through all the articles that would be published on the homepage.

Then, he was ecstatic. It seems that everything makes sense.

Li Qingchen feels that the world is really small.

He finally knew why he was attracted to An Luyao when they met for the first time; He finally knew why An Luyao said, "I really want to know Zimo"; He finally knew why Jiang Wan was so consistent with An Luyao in some aspects......

Now, he knows.

"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......"

This is the sentence that An Luyao read to everyone, and he remembers, word for word. It's just that there is more this sentence on the homepage of the evening, "Look, the wind will pass by your ears, but the wind can't be seen." Because it only exists in people's imagination, it is the most beautiful dream. ”

Li Qingchen remembered a story he wrote in "The Secret of the Passing Years".

A boy with an aphasia fell in love with a beautiful girl, and at the same time, there was a very ordinary girl who fell in love with this boy who could draw and was very gentle. However, the pretty girl did not like him, and disliked him for being a mute, which broke the boy's heart. At this time, the ordinary girl, the girl who had been standing behind him, gave the boy strength, and was so silently and unreciprocatingly good to him.

It will be late, no, it should be An Luyao, just like this girl. Standing behind him all the time, the first time he saw her point-to-point comments in his book review area, Li Qingchen knew that she was a different girl, at least in her own eyes.

This night, he thought a lot, from beginning to end, and did not know the reunion...... Everything is arranged, when I haven't known you, when I haven't known your secrets, when I can still cherish you, in our youth, finally, someone read my lips.

An Luyao was tired of crying, touched his tears, began to be in a daze, and sat quietly on the edge of the bed.

Zuo Jue? Li Qingchen?

These two names have been in my mind for a long time, and it seems that I have been inextricably linked with these two people since the beginning of school.

I had also heard some rumors about myself and Zuo Jue or Li Qingchen before, but at that time, I ...... But......

Some dreams are perfect, and there is no way to redeem them, but to suppress the desire to want, to live as before, to face everything that comes after.

However, now it seems that something is starting to be different, and An Luyao knows that he has no choice, so he continues to pretend that he doesn't care.

Because I am very careful, I am very careful.

An Luyao took a deep breath, his chest was still a little painful, and the smell of blood in his respiratory tract still did not disappear. She looked at the water that Father An poured for her, it was already cold, and went to the living room to pour a glass.

There was still a light in An's parents' room, and they could still be heard talking about something, and An Luyuan was already asleep.

When she returned to her room, she looked at the clock on the lamp and saw that it was already eleven fifty-five, and she had gathered her emotions and was just about to go to bed.

Then, I don't know why I opened my phone again and looked at the ink book, and the status showed that it had been updated a minute ago.

Before I had time to look at it, I received a message from Zimo again:

"Take care of the rest, good night."

"Good night, Zimo."

Li Qingchen looked at the words on An Luyao's homepage and secretly made a decision.

After that, he finished writing today's update at a fast pace, and then waited for An Luyao's reply.

"Good night, Lu Yao."

He remembered the story again, opened the drawer, took out the sketch of An Luyao who didn't know why he had not been willing to throw it, and pondered for a while.

Outside, all that's left is the heartbeat of the world, the quiet streetlights, and the hazy city night......

Li Qingchen took his favorite pen, and then wrote a beautiful line of writing on it:

I'll wait because you're here.