Time slipped forward like a stream.

The bright sunshine, the flowing stream, the clear blue sky, everything was the same as yesterday, but suddenly one day, when I looked up at the night sky, I suddenly found that the stars in the sky seemed to suddenly become farther away.

The starlight flickering at her became a little flickering, and the blinking eyes were infinitely ethereal.

I realized that October had passed, and November was coming.

I remembered that the boy who was close at hand, but couldn't make out it, came.

Looking at the calendar on the wall, she took her coat and walked out, and by the time she arrived, the campus was empty.

She smiled, turned and walked back, looking at the tall plane tree by the roadside, a gust of wind blew, and the yellowed dead leaves fluttered from the branches, and she couldn't help but smile bitterly.

What is she clinging to?

Watching the withered yellow leaves falling from the treetops, Ouyang Fuqian couldn't help but look back at the small bookstore across the road.

Already, I haven't been there for a while.

At the turn, a fallen leaf slid lightly in front of his eyes, dancing lightly in the wind and spinning and falling slowly, and at the moment when it was about to land, he stretched out his hand and gently caught it.

Looking at the veined, somewhat yellowed leaves, she suddenly remembered those old times many years ago.

That year was also the end of the golden autumn October, she stood at the intersection of Liujia Village, holding a yellowish and still green leaf, waiting for her sister's letter in the rain!

Waiting for her hope.

In a blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed.

More than ten light years.

Ouyang Fuqian gently turned the fallen leaf in his hand, looked at it, looked at it, looked at it, breathed a deep sigh of relief, and walked towards the small bookstore opposite.

I haven't seen Liu Ruixuan for more than ten years, is Xiao Rui still the teenager in his memory when he grows up? Or has it changed?

She, just, wanted to, confirm.

Walking into the cozy little bookstore, there were not many people in the store, and at a glance, a few rows of bookshelves were empty, just like the noon of countless weekends she had arrived early on before.

She habitually glanced at the proprietress at the door of the store, walked straight to the bookshelf, walked to the bookshelf that she frequented, picked up a book and flipped through it.

She had no intention of buying books, she just wanted to quietly flip through them here, occasionally looking out through the wide window panes by the bookshelves, and she could clearly see Yunling Middle School across the road.

You can clearly see everyone who walks into the bookstore.

When she saw those teenagers in school uniforms walking out of Yunling's school gate, she felt a little nervous in her heart, perhaps, among those teenagers, there would be a clean and white boy in the depths of her memory, right?

It's just that among the boys who walked into the bookstore, she looked and looked, but she didn't see the imaginary teenager.

I didn't hear the man's name shouted out in the bookstore.

Ouyang Fuqian gently flipped through the book in his hand, closed the page, and put it on the shelf.

After years of reading, she has long been accustomed to speed, and she is also used to not reading other middle school magazines except for "Boys", even if the girls in the class all passed on a copy of "White Birch Forest", she only glanced at it, and then returned it to her tablemate.

The story in the book is beautiful, but the word "love" is not beautiful. The boys and girls in the book are all looking forward to beautiful love, waiting for the arrival of the god of love.

What about her?

She has no extravagant rights!

Glancing at the empty road outside the window, and the half-open gate of the empty Yunling Middle School across the road, Ouyang Fuqian walked to the right of the bookshelf, and inadvertently saw that there was actually a row of books by female writers on the shelf, and in that kind of book, she suddenly saw "The Complete Works of Sanmao".

After being slightly stunned, he reached for it.

Suddenly, there was a slender hand as far as the eye could see.

She was stunned for a moment, and then she took it back, and looked at the owner of the hand.

A white and delicate face instantly came into view.

The young man looked at her with a hint of surprise, then regained his composure, glanced at her faintly, looked at the books on the shelf, and took down the "Complete Works of Sanmao".

"This book, can I get it?" The young man's warm voice came.

Looking at the white and gentle young man in front of him, looking at his clear and clean eyes, Ouyang Fuqian suddenly had an illusion.

This young man is very much like Xiao Rui in the depths of her memory!

always walked in front of him without squinting, and never looked at her directly!

The young man in front of him was looking at her with a faint politeness, not like, as Shangguan Yun said, the boys on the campus looked at her with a faint shyness, a faint joy and a trace of expectation!

"Okay." Ouyang Fu smiled slightly and nodded.

"Thank you!" The boy smiled politely at her.

"You're welcome." Ouyang Fu smiled faintly and looked away from the young man's body.

There was no trace of warmth in the young man's smile.

She was the most ordinary stranger in the eyes of that young man!

When he grows up, Xiao Rui may be so gentle and peaceful, right? After all, there are still poems in Xiao Rui's heart, and there are only images of his sister!

Thinking like that, she casually fell her gaze to the books on the bookshelf in front of her, but the corner of her eyes couldn't help but look at Bai Jing who hadn't turned around and left.

I don't know when, I can see that grown up Xiao Rui again!

After reading it and confirming it, she will let go of her obsession!

"Liu Ruixuan, have you chosen your book?"

In the quiet bookstore, suddenly a loud voice belonging to a girl sounded.

Ouyang Fuqian couldn't help but be stunned, and his hand on the bookshelf couldn't help but tremble.

Rui is here too? Is this boy next to him Xiao Rui? Or is Rui on the other side of the bookstore?

Suddenly, a heart began to beat up and down.

"Where are you?" The loud girl's voice rang out again.

Ouyang Fuqian couldn't help but glance at the boy beside him, and looked away again.

She suddenly began to think that the boy in front of her might be Xiao Rui, right?

"Here."

The next second, a voice sounded nearby.

Ouyang Fuqian was stunned for a moment.

The voice sounded beside her, and the somewhat warm voice was the voice of the boy next to her!

It's really him!

Ouyang Fuqian's hand holding the book couldn't help but tremble, and the book he had just picked up fell to his feet with a "snap".

Suppress all the emotions in your heart, bend down, and pick up the book.

Everywhere I looked, suddenly there was an extra hand.

At that moment, her eyes suddenly began to moisten a little.

Without raising her hand, she knew that person was Xiao Rui!

"Your book."

The gentle voice came closer again, "You like to read Dickens's books too?" ”

Ouyang Fuqian raised his hand and tapped the tip of his nose: "I ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a loud voice.

"You've been here."

Following the sound, Ouyang Fuqian saw a bright smiling face walking towards them.

"Hmm." Liu Rui responded, stood up, handed the book to Ouyang Fuqian, and laughed, "Your book." ”

Ouyang Fu's eyes trembled slightly, and he took the book.

"Is it good to pick a book?" The girl walked over and hugged Liu Ruixuan's arm.

Looking at the girl's natural and skillful movements, Ouyang Fuqian was instantly suffocated.