What a beautiful summer sun?

That white face, is it beautiful?

The proprietress Xuan Hua glanced at her son, and then looked at the white-faced Xia Yang.

Actually, it's really, quite handsome.

When I saw that white face just now, my heart trembled slightly, although I had read countless people.

These two people are really worthy of each other.

The proprietress Xuan Hua turned her head and glanced at her son, and suddenly, she didn't know what she wanted.

The son's aesthetic is good, so let her be!

That white face suddenly wants to recognize the eldest brother, there must be something wrong.

stretched out his rich hand and pulled the corner of his wife's clothes beside him.

This white face turns out to be not lacking in heart.

This father's dereliction of duty!

She thought that the old man would educate his son about life and ideals in a timely manner, from poetry and poetry to philosophy of life, and then from philosophy of life to how to chase girls.

After all, back then, the old man chased her, and it was a routine.

Although they have no guesses, and they are childhood sweethearts, the old man has also taken a short road of chasing marriage.

How come his own son doesn't have a genetic point?

Well? The boss Liu Fen glanced at the rich hand, and looked at his old woman with wide eyes, what?

In addition to the sunset, beautiful flowers and plants, there are good-looking young men and women, what is there to be nervous about?

The proprietress Xuan Hua glanced at her wife, pig brain, staring at her for what she was doing.

Well? The boss Liu Fen moved closer to his old woman, and reached out to hold the rich hand that was holding his sleeve, not afraid, he was there.

Pull what pull. The proprietress Xuan Hua glared at her uninteresting wife, and withdrew her hand, okay, let's let her come to relieve her son in person.

This old man has always been unreliable.

Boss Liu Fen's eyes widened, and suddenly, he blinked a few times quickly, did he mean wrong?

The proprietress Xuan Hua glanced at her wife, looked at her son, and a smile instantly appeared on her face, "Son, in fact, you are too simple, too kind, and too affectionate." ”

"Uh-huh." Boss Liu Fen hurriedly Boss Liu Fen hurriedly echoed, glanced at Xuan Hua, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Follow your mother, hehe, that son, did you send a love letter later?" ”

Just now, I didn't mention the love letter.

Well, love letters?

The proprietress Xuan Huafeng's eyes widened slightly, don't turn her head, and look at her gossipy wife on the side.

When has it been, still thinking about love letters?

"See what I'm doing?" The boss Liu Fen said very uninterestingly, "Son, continue, I'll help you sum up your experience." ”

"Okay." Liu Ruixuan smiled.

Experience?

The gossip expression on his own Lao Tzu's face, as well as the frequent interaction and secret sending of autumn waves with his wife, are clearly showing off and loving!

Whose is it, the crush is a tree that does not bloom.

Straight lovesickness is useless, and melancholy is madness.

Xia Yang is right, those who understand know how to give up, those who are true know how to sacrifice, for those who don't love themselves, they must understand, give up and bless, too much self-inflicted affection will only embarrass others and wronged themselves.

Liu Ruixuan looked at Zhu Yan and Xia Yang slightly, that person lived in his heart, but he lived in a life of Beirao.

His crush has come to an end, and in the future, he will get along well with Qingqing and cherish the rao in front of him.

Later, in the afterglow of that dusk, he finally didn't sit down to accompany Xia Yang to finish the dusk feast.

calmed his breath and looked up inadvertently, and Zhu Yan, who was outside the six or seven tables, was gone.

At that moment, his brain instantly returned to normal.

His goal was to follow Zhu Yan and find her college, as well as her classes, and even her dorm room.

He looked at the tofu brain in front of him, picked up the spoon and put it down again.

Now, chasing it out, it should be okay.

I'm going to find you, call out your name, and open the box of happiness!

"Thank you for your help, you two will use it slowly."

"Don't, let's eat together." Xia Yang grabbed his sleeve, "Big brother, you have a little bit of food." ”

"Ahem," Liu Ruixuan glanced at Xia Yang beside him, and then at the slender hand, he was a little dizzy again, and hurriedly turned his head, stared at the tofu brain in front of him, blinked a few times, and calmed down.

The goal now is not to organize F3, but to chase Zhu Yan!

"I'm full, thank you Xia Yang." Liu Ruixuan gently pulled out his pulled sleeves, "I am Liu Ruixuan, Wendao Liu, wise Rui, Propaganda Xuan, there will be a period later, brother." ”

finished, smiled politely at Xia Yang and the handsome face opposite, turned around, and left quickly.

No one can disturb his pursuit of happiness!

Even if it's the second brother, it's not good!

"Hey, Brother Liu, which department are you from?" Xia Yang's gentle voice came from behind him, "How can I find you in the future?" ”

"Conservatory, Piano Department, junior."

Liu Ruixuan paused, turned his head and smiled, and turned to leave again.

"Okay, Brother Liu, you can get busy first, and there will be a period later." Xia Yang's gentle voice came from behind.

Liu Ruixuan raised his right hand towards Xia Yang, raised his foot and walked out.

Actually, it's good to be the boss.

This F3, he must be organized, and from then on, he is no longer a Rao carnival, but three Rao alone.

Walking out of the door of the restaurant, looking around, where is there still a good image.

There was no later.

Since then, he has never seen Zhu Yan again, and he has also never seen Xia Yang.

He resumed his previous life of checking in at Jingbo Lake and wandering around the campus all day long.

The same Jingbo Lake, the same dusk, the same dining hall, the same library, he even pinched the time accurately, however, Zhu Yan and Xia Yang seemed to have evaporated from the world, and there was no trace.

He didn't even see the boy with the flat head and thick eyebrows who liked to eat the leftover tofu he ate.

It seems that the previous encounter was purely his personal imagination, and no trace was left behind.

At dusk, he began to be particularly sensitive and infatuated.

When the afterglow of dusk receded into colorful clouds in the west, the quiet campus became lively in an instant.

The girls went to the library in groups to borrow books, or read quietly in a corner of the campus, or enjoyed the beautiful dusk by the lake.

And he, when dusk came, still signed in at the shore of the lake, watching the shadow of the sunset disappear the woods little by little, dyed the surface of the lake, and there were circles of golden ripples, and then slowly faded away.

Suddenly, the sound of a slight smile came from the radio station on campus.

Silent clouds to the night?

He was slightly stunned, why didn't he find out before, and there was still this show?

The voice from the radio was graceful and melodious, like the women in those distant years with a dark fragrance on their sleeves, gentle, beautiful, and rippling with an intellectual and rational breath in the air.

Listening to the round and jade sound in the air, the dusk of that day was enveloped in tranquility and grace.

So much so that now, when I think of it, it is still so quiet and graceful, like an ink landscape painting that is permanently fixed there, never fading, never changing.

He thought that listening to that voice, he was indifferently moved, and he thought of the blue and white shadow again.

Fifteen years have passed since the previous meeting.

He suddenly found that he hadn't heard Zhu Yan's voice, and he wondered if it was like this, which made people feel peaceful.

Life is still as usual, eating, sleeping, practicing the piano, checking in at the lake, listening to the radio, and occasionally going to the library to bask in the sun.

It's just that his world is much darker than before.

A few times, he actually wanted to rush to the radio station to see what kind of girl that intellectual and quiet voice came from.

However, there was another voice in his heart that told him that he couldn't go, that person was not Zhu Yan.

Give yourself some room for imagination!

The Conservatory has many instrument rooms, and his favorite, frequented one, is the piano room on the first floor.

The carved iron windows, the mahogany doors with traces of time, and the ivy with the smell of memory spread from the ground to the fourth floor, over the roof, and hung down bendfully.

The piano room is where he practices Monday to Sunday afternoons.

When passing by in the early morning, I faintly heard the sound of a piano coming from not far away, and listened with bated breath, only to find that it was from the old piano room. When I got closer, I noticed that a figure was sitting with his back to the door.

The figure, with long black hair, was tied high into a ponytail, hanging down behind his head, wearing a beige dress, and the skirt fell neatly at his feet, looking at the figure, he suddenly thought of the blue and white shadow again.

But the man never appeared.

After that, the sound of the piano would be heard at the same time every morning, when he passed by on time. The music does not stop, the time does not stop, and the sound of the dusk does not stop until the end of mid-spring until the end of late spring.

From early morning to yellow mistakes, from reality to illusion.

He actually felt that Zhu Yan seemed to be there all along, but reality reminded him again and again that she had never appeared.

He still remembers very well the early morning.

He passed by as usual, and there was that familiar song, that one, his favorite song—reading you.

"Read you a thousand times and never get tired of reading your poems that feel like the romantic season of March, drunken poems.

Between your brows, between your lips and teeth, with my love, between your lips and teeth, with my vows.

Everything you move, left and right my gaze. Thou art my psalms, and I will not get tired of reading thee a thousand times......"

At that moment, he was suddenly stunned, his eyes were slightly damp, and he heard a familiar voice again, the clean and rounded voice of the campus radio station at dusk.

At the end of the song, he, forgetting about it, turned to leave.

The girl got up, stood on the side of the piano, closed the lid gently, and glanced at him casually.

Those eyes with a neck like a goose and eyes as bright as spring water!

He suddenly felt a feeling of tears in his eyes.

You've always been there!

I thought I had blurred my memory, but I still remembered that the ancient flower stand, the shiny piano next to the flower stand, you who played the piano seriously by the piano, your face was peaceful, the room was quiet music, and you sang the song "Read You" softly......

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