Whoever lives and touches the words is never happy.

He hadn't felt it before, just because he loved the smell of those ink-stained books, and loved the feeling of being content with his heart.

Then, when I look back over the years, or when I experience the change of my face, I miss the feeling of "leaving the traces of his dreams, and every flower and tree is warm".

Later, I slowly got used to the company of words, and it was in the summer of that year? Or did it start in the autumn after that summer, when everyone didn't mention the word still clouds or shallow?

Maybe both.

So, many years later, he hid in the dark or light night along with the long or short words, and no longer spoke.

Ouyang Fuqian, together with Jingyun, slowly appeared in his words, and then slowly hidden, becoming that summer, and finally fading into the original memory.

He had imagined countless times that when he met Ouyang Fuqian again, he would smile and call out to his cousin.

Or, is it shallow?

However, such a situation has never happened from graduating from the fifth grade to graduating from junior high school, and then to the three years in Yunling, graduating from high school.

That distant summer, and the girl with two pigtails, slowly faded away, blurring the memory.

He even began to wonder if his own memory was wrong.

That old summer does not exist.

The girl with two pigtails that were almost upturned was just a figure of his own imagination, and it didn't exist anymore.

flipped to the original treasure box, but suddenly couldn't find the handkerchief with the sharp corners of the original lotus. I couldn't find the pink letterhead I received later, and the beautiful dark blue hourglass.

He searched and searched in a panic, in his own room.

In the end, it was never found.

He asked his mother, mother, I don't know.

He asked Daddy, Daddy, when have you ever used a handkerchief as a man?

He asked Xiuxiu, Xiuxiu, brother, are you mistaken? I've never seen any hourglass. What is an hourglass?

He found it.

Lai Lai smiled and touched his head, gave him a punch, laughed, laughed, do you want to ask Tian Jingjing for a handkerchief? I'll help you go to her and ask for one? It's just that it's ugly.

He began to doubt.

Then, smile.

As soon as I turned around, the dragonflies flew by, only to find that it was summer again.

In July, the summer solstice has arrived.

The moonlight is like water, the memories are flying, and the gray-white courtyard is hidden in a plain moonlight.

The sound of music flowing in the room is like a river, the left bank is his distant memory, the right bank is his bright years worth grasping, and the middle is his faint sentimentality every year!

After a long time, he is as tough as a green vine, even if he says goodbye, he will not grieve even if he loses, and he will hide his sadness and smile at everyone.

The crescent moon at night, the moonlight in that courtyard, after many years, has also become such a light and breezy feeling, or is it stopped somewhere to increase dust?

The moonlight poured down, and there was a demure beauty, like flowing time, silent and unhurried, passing through the memory, flying into a butterfly, shuttling outside the memory.

After that, he began to fall in love with the moon and regarded himself as the moon with no horns.

So, now, many years later, on his one or her paths, he has experienced, realized, and forgotten.

From one place to another, the starting point is far away and the end point is unknown.

However, there are some answers that are already written at the moment of the beginning. For example, sentimentality, such as persistence. And he, from one place to another, is always on the road.

It's just that I forgot what I set out for in the first place.

Suddenly, I remembered Mr. Zhang when I was in school, and I hadn't seen him for many years.

Goodbye to him, he is still the same as he was six years ago, and it seems that he has not changed.

When he mentioned Cao Xiao with a fluttering eyebrow, he found that the corners of Teacher Zhang's eyes were quietly moistened.

Later, Mr. Zhang asked him, do you like Cao Xiao?

Liu Ruixuan nodded very affirmatively and liked it very much.

Yes. Teacher Zhang nodded in response, and he liked it too.

Later, he learned that Cao Xiao was originally a student of Teacher Zhang.

It's just that Teacher Zhang never told him that Cao Xiao was teaching the Olympiad class in Jingyun No. 1 Middle School back then, and in the year he graduated.

He thought that he would be like Teacher Zhang, and he would be a teacher like Cao Xiao.

After graduating from high school, he stayed in Jingyun Normal University, which was only two stops away from Yunling Middle School.

In his spare time in college, his words became more and more numerous.

His name began to appear in the school newspaper and school magazine of Jingyun Normal University, and his tofu block was also included in Jingyun's evening newspaper, and his name was naturally indispensable in Yunling's county newspaper.

Suddenly, a girl walked up to him, and the club of the Jingyun Normal University Literature Club sent him an invitation.

He decisively refused.

He writes just for memory, not for publicity.

Publishing or publishing is not his original intention, it is just a habit.

And so it walked all the time, one trip after another; I have been remembering it like this, paragraph after paragraph, these long or short words, apart from himself, who do they seem to have something to do with him?

Do you know?

There is moonlight sprinkled outside the window, and the moonlight is like water, like many years ago, the first bent moon that crashed into the eye, in the blink of an eye, it has been ten years.

He gently closed the diary and dropped the lock.

also closed a memory of another summer, and it has been a year since he came to Jingyun.

In the huge Jingyun campus, he walked alone and had no companions around him.

Come and come to the officer command school, naturally I want to see each other, and I can meet once a week.

However, the two big boys, what is there to see, so, when they came to him in October, he decisively refused, and in the future, don't come to him every week, making the two of them feel like they are in love.

Hahaha laughed, laughed, didn't you? He is his childhood sweetheart.

Childhood?

He was stunned for a moment.

Lai Lai was stunned for a moment, scratched his head habitually, and laughed again: Don't worry about it, I like how you are.

Finished, habitually shoved at him.

Liu Ruixuan also laughed, this is a belated confession.

Hu Lai pouted, late? You're not married, I'm not married?

That's right, too. Liu Ruixuan also laughed, stretched out his hand and pushed Hu Lai, and we will get married when we graduate.

Xiao Hu smiled and unconsciously put his right hand on Liu Ruixuan's shoulder.

No way? A girl passed by, muttered in surprise, looked at them, and left quickly.

Hu Lai patted Liu Ruixuan, and the two of them laughed, and the laughter startled the unknown bird on the plane tree.

And Xiuxiu is still in Yunling, he will watch Xiuxiu in Yunling every week, and he will be followed by a group of girls from Yunling's campus from a distance, talking loudly, what, this is Liu Xiu's boyfriend, so handsome.

Liu Xiu is really happy, with good grades, and a boyfriend who is so tall and handsome.

When Xiuxiu heard this, she hugged his arm and leaned her head over.

There was a shout of surprise behind him, and a whistle that came out of nowhere.

Good grades are the last word. Cao Xiao doesn't care?

That was acquiesced by Cao Xiao.

In a flash, another year has passed, and he has gone from June of his freshman year to June of his sophomore year.

Summer is here again.

At the end of June, he heard the sound of spring coming.

Liu Ruixuan sniffed, opened his eyes slightly, and bent the moon into his eyes again, just like the summer when he woke up in his yard eight years ago, the moonlight was like water, and the water was like water.

And he, the man in front of him.

Hey, people?

Liu Ruixuan sniffed, rubbed his eyes, and suddenly, found that he seemed to be holding a person?

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