The night is not dark, and the lights are on.

After saying goodbye to Xia Yang, Ouyang Fuqian did not return to the dormitory.

Suddenly felt that Xia Yang's words were right.

Such a beautiful night scene of still clouds, if it is not good to appreciate, isn't it a tyrannical thing?

When turning the wisteria road and walking slowly along the Hexian Road, there are very few people on the road, and occasionally one or two people pass by.

Ouyang Fu paused and stopped.

Hyacinth Road.

As the name suggests, this road, like any other road, begins and ends with hyacinths.

She remembers that in the spring, she looked out the window and saw blue, pink, white, goose yellow, purple, yellow, crimson, and red flowers, swaying in the early spring wind, the flowers were fragrant, and they were very beautiful!

There are girls with fluttering dresses, passing by in groups of three or five, or stopping, or stopping to play, or taking pictures, it has become a different scenery.

It was a memory from many years ago, and she hadn't seen it in a long time.

Jingyun is full of scenery, known as the sound of thirty-six scenes.

Now that I think about it, Jingyun is everywhere, this campus with a history of nearly 100 years, she is both ancient and romantic.

Ouyang Fuqian looked at the road ahead, the hazy first quarter moon and the sparse stars flashed in the silent night sky.

The night is quiet like an ink moonlight map, with calm tones and shallow brushstrokes to outline and trace, with some slightly familiar flavors.

Then, she smiled in the silence of the night.

Seeing the gray of the night, I think of the past March, the spring return, the grass is slightly green, the blue sky and the pink sunshine, very fresh, or very quiet.

In that fresh sunshine, she decided that she wanted to stay in the still clouds.

I don't know who is confiding in whom, but I hear deep and shallow expectations and loneliness. Or, a drop of rain fell on the heart of the flower, and the whole spring began to have a secret?!

A dim halo spread from the night overhead.

She suddenly remembered the memory of many years ago, the snow fell like a white butterfly, and the girl staring in the white snow had clear eyes and was not lonely.

So, many years later, looking up at the night sky, she looks up and watches it fall.

As the night deepened, the lights faded.

The whole campus, silent at night, there are tall poplars, ancient lantern-shaped street lamps, occasionally one or two places where the wind blows, dead branches slip down, like those slow motion on the negatives of memory.

She remembered that November many years ago, through the rain and fog at five o'clock in the morning, across thousands of miles of highway, all the way east.

When she opened her eyes in the gray rain, she listened to lectures in the silent rain in a foreign land south of the Yangtze River, took notes, skimmed her memory, skimmed her youth, and moved forward all the way.

Later, she began to walk alone on the road and began to be silent.

More persistent, clear-sighted, pleasant, as if no one is around.

At that time, there was still a concern in my heart, and there was a distant thought, she walked on the road alone, carrying a big bag, with stubborn dreams, and occasionally a companion helped me, smiled and thanked, and then rushed to their own roads.

The starting point is far away, and the end point is unknown.

With no one waiting for her, she no longer cares about rushing to arrive.

Later, she dragged her youth on the road, like those nameless flowers, gorgeous and abnormal, and then slowly forgot the flowering period.

Finally, she was alone, from city to city.

No more fear.

Walk slowly all the way and see the scenery all the way.

Suddenly I remembered the words "the heart is like a plain paper".

The crescent moon at night, the silence of the road, after many years, has also become such a light and breezy feeling, those people and things that have gone far away, in an instant, began to come alive, and those who stopped somewhere to increase the dust of the mood!

There is a wind, swept by.

The wind, the branches of the flowers and the dead branches of the poplar trees on the side of the road, after the wind passes, quiets down again, and the quiet branches and leaves have a kind of demure beauty, like flowing time, silent and unhurried, passing through the memory, flying into a butterfly, shuttling outside the memory.

Some of the answers are already written at the moment of the beginning. For example, sentimentality, such as persistence.

Walk like this, one trip after another; I have been remembering it like this, paragraph after paragraph, these long or short words, except for herself, who do they seem to have anything to do with?

Who knows?

The slender moon on the horizon slowly fell, passing through the treetops on the western horizon, and finally fell.

Ouyang Fu was stunned, smiled slightly, and stopped.

"What do you think?"

Suddenly, there was a weight on his shoulders, and before he could turn his head, he saw a sunny smiling face in front of him.

"Why are you here again?"

Ouyang Fu blurted out shallowly.

"What?" Xia Yang squinted at Ouyang Fu, "You don't want to see me so much!" ”

Ouyang Fu smiled lightly: "That's not it, it's just that you're gone, aren't you?" What, how did you come back? ”

Seeing that Xia Yang didn't make a sound, Ouyang Fu squinted his eyes slightly, glanced not far away, and then looked at Xia Yang: "It can't be that there is no return ticket, right?"

Xia Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, and stretched out his hand towards Ouyang Fuqian: "Reimbursement of tickets." ”

"Huh!" Ouyang Fu smiled and slapped Xia Yang's outstretched hand with the book in his hand, "Think beautifully!" ”

"Huh!! Xiao Qian, are you beating or kissing," Xia Yang retracted his hand and gently rubbed the palm of the beaten hand, "I don't want to be beautiful." I'm a boy, as long as I'm handsome enough. ”

Ouyang Fuqian glanced at Xia Yang, did not answer, turned around and walked forward.

"I'm handsome, I'm so handsome that you have nothing to say?"

Xia Yang followed slowly.

Ouyang Fuqian didn't make a sound, smiled, and looked ahead.

"Tonight's moonlight," Xia Yang looked up at the somewhat dark night, "It's too shallow, the stars can be counted." Another day, on the night of the full moon, I must come and enjoy the moon with you......"

"Okay, if you have something to say," Ouyang Fuqian looked at Xia Yang, "There is no need to talk about reimbursement of travel expenses." ”

"Are you that stingy?" Xia Yang put his backpack on his back, "I am reluctant to give me the travel fee of one yuan and five jiao, are you still the gentle and generous shallow in my heart?" You ......"

"It's not!"

Ouyang Fu interrupted Xia Yang's words with a light smile, "What about your own monthly card?" For the cost of one yuan and five jiao, Mo Ji has never left until now, are you stupid? ”

Xia Yang was stunned for a moment, and looked at Qianqian: "Okay, Xiaoqian, you are smart again." ”

The corners of Ouyang Fuqian's mouth twitched slightly: "Don't be poor, if you have something to say, it's okay, just hurry up and go back, just in time for the roll call." ”

"Roll call?" Xia Yang couldn't help laughing, "I just came out of the wall in the morning, and I was afraid that he would be called at night, and ...... besides."

Halfway through his words, he stopped.

"Say, why don't you say it?" Ouyang Fuqian stopped and looked at Xia Yang, "What else is there to say that you Xia Yang can't say." ”

"Well, you still know me." Xia Yang smiled and leaned over to Ouyang Fuqian, "Let's go, let's continue to spend the previous month." ”

Ouyang Fu was slightly stunned.

Stinky boy, weren't you going to leave?

Why, all of a sudden, changed your mind again?