"What's wrong?"

Xia Yang's head tilted slightly, and he looked at Ouyang Fuqian again, "Excited?" ”

Ouyang Fuqian, who was originally a little sad, was instantly amused by Xia Yang's words: "No." ”

Agitated?

When she first heard someone shouting the name of "Liu Ruixuan" in the bookstore, she was really excited, the little boy who remembered many years ago. Has it changed? Do you still recognize her?

It's just that now, at this moment, what right does she have to get excited?

In the eyes of Liu Ruixuan, who has grown up, she is just a stranger.

Oh, no, at the beginning of the first meeting, she never existed in Liu Ruixuan's eyes.

"Really?" Xia Yang squinted his eyes slightly, and his fingers tapped lightly on the book "Boys", "That's right, with such a handsome Zhuyu as me in front, what else do you have to be excited about?" ”

"Huh." Ouyang Fuqian couldn't help laughing again, looked at Xia Yang, and then looked at the "Boy" that pressed Xia Yang's hand, and couldn't help but be stunned, November Special??

"This?" Ouyang Fuqian looked at Xia Yang, "Isn't it a monthly magazine?" ”

"Yes," Xia Yang paused and said thoughtfully, "Don't you know?" In the last two months of each year, there will be a semi-monthly publication. ”

She? Ouyang Fu was stunned, how could she know.

She bought two copies, one in May last year and one in June this year.

Why, is this magazine still so good at playing?

Ouyang Fu's shallow eyes flashed, and he glanced at Xia Yang: "I know I still ask you?" That's not nonsense! ”

"......" Xia Yang paused and took the book, "Heh, I always thought that you cared about Xiao Liu very much, but now it seems that I was wrong." ”

Ouyang Fuqian glanced at Xia Yang, and his eyes fell on the special "Boys" in Xia Yang's hand.

Liu Ruixuan is a bastard, what are you thinking? He actually put a picture of himself on it.

I'm worried that he won't be flamboyant enough and high-profile enough.

"That's right," Xia Yang casually threw the book of "Boys" on the table, "Anyway, he is not as handsome as me, not as tall as me, and not as active as me, you are right that you don't care about him." ”

Ouyang Fuqian looked at the "Boy" in front of him, reached out and took it, flipped through it casually, and suddenly saw a name: Xiao Ran.

Xiao Ran? Isn't this the name Xia Yang used when he lived at his grandmother's house?

Ouyang Fu's eyes trembled slightly, and then he looked at Xia Yang: "No wonder, it turns out that you are also lyrical here?" ”

"Hehe," Xia Yang laughed dryly, "Can I say that this is not for me to write?" ”

"Really?" Ouyang Fuqian glanced at Xia Yang with a playful expression, and his gaze fell on the page in his hand again, "Spring flowers are blooming"

"At half past five in the afternoon, in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, buy a return ticket and return to the departure platform."

Ouyang Fu finished reading the first sentence, looked at Xia Yang, and in an instant, he put his eyes on the book in his hand again:

"In the south of the Yangtze River in late spring, there were several apricot blossom rains, and the grass spread the river embankment. When the spring flowers were blooming, I couldn't see the flowers blooming, but I inadvertently caught a glimpse of happiness on the edge of memory - I haven't seen ...... for a long time."

"Ahem."

Xia Yang's dry cough came one after another, interrupting Ouyang Fuqian's light reading.

"If you're sick, go see it." Ouyang Fuqian looked at Xia, "It's not like your style, this is." ”

After a slight pause, in an instant, I understood.

"This is written by Zhu Xiaoyan?"

Ouyang Fuqian put the book in his hand in the corner of the dining table, picked up another book in front of him, opened it, and found Xiao Ran's name in the front table of contents.

put it down, picked up another one, and also saw a familiar name: Xiao Ran.

When he finished the fourth book, Ouyang Fuqian stopped.

I see.

Xia Yang didn't buy these magazines for her, but for Zhu Yanhe!

Oh, I laughed suddenly, it's really strange that a copy of "Boys" actually has two people that she and Xia Yang care about.

Ouyang Fu lowered his eyelids, put the "Boy" in his hand on the dining table in front of him, and turned his head to look out the window.

In the western sky, a yellow halo is spreading from the treetops.

After the rain, the sky is clear, and the twilight is green!

"So," Xia Yang smashed his mouth, took the naple on the table and wiped his hand, "You see, Zhu Yan and Liu Ruixuan are both talented little poets, forget about the two of us laymen, don't worry about them, they are talented and beautiful, let's get together." ”

Ouyang Fuqian's eyes trembled slightly, and he turned his head to look at Xia Yang, who was taking a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and eating it vigorously.

"If you don't speak, you're acquiescing." Xia Yang looked at Ouyang Fuqian while eating, "Take a look at the photo of that special and keep a thought, otherwise, after a while, I will take it and throw it in the trash." ”

After saying that, he threw the gnawed bone in his hand on the empty plate, picked up another piece and ate it to himself.

Ouyang Fu lowered his eyes, looked at the special, and hesitated.

Does she still need to watch it?

Although Xia Yang is joking, he also tells an indisputable fact.

There are more talented and beautiful people on the campus of high school, and she, in Liu Ruixuan's world, I am afraid that she has never even left a memory.

"It doesn't matter."

Ouyang Fu smiled faintly.

"Huh?" Xia Yang was stunned, stopped, and looked at Ouyang Fuqian with half of the unfinished ribs, "Are you really ready to make a pair with me?" ”

Seeing Ouyang Fuqian's slight stunnedness, he immediately threw him a big roll of the eye, and couldn't help laughing.

"Xiao Qian, in front of me, what else do you have to be reserved?" Xia Yang threw the ribs onto the plate in front of him, rubbed it on the nappy, leaned over and picked up the special, flipped it over, and handed it to Ouyang Fuqian, "If you want to see it, this is Ouyang Fuqian, take a look." ”

"Forget it."

Ouyang Fuqian looked out the window.

What about it? Real person, it's not like she hasn't seen it.

See, so what?

It's just a matter of worrying!

"Don't you really want to see it?" Xia Yang leaned over and gently patted Ouyang Fuqian's shoulder, "I think it's still necessary for you to take a look." ”

Ouyang Fuqian tugged at the corners of his mouth and looked at Xia Yang: "Forget it, let's eat, if you don't eat again, it will be cold." ”

Xia Yang blinked, looked at Ouyang Fuqian, and his gaze fell on the page in his hand:

"Whose tears slipped through the glass? You say, you say;

Which fallen leaf has a martyred butterfly buried behind it? I'll go, I'll go.

But in front of you is a rainy abyss, and behind you is a snowy cemetery.

How to look forward to the germination of the heart, in this cold late autumn of Wuji was harvested into a fatal pain-

Then, fall asleep with your name on your pillow.

Is there no distance for all thoughts, and there is no answer for all expectations?

How can you dream of young ballads?

Ouyang Fuqian!

How can I say: The farthest away you are my nearest thoughts......"