Time flows forward like flowing water in a still place, without waves.

The freshman life was peaceful and uneventful, and he had no intention of dealing with the friends in the class, nor did he have the intention of talking to them in the dormitory.

He still likes to be quiet and alone, like to be alone in the library alone, like to read books in the library alone, and then, when quietly looking at the scenery outside the window, he felt a trace of emotion, and he smeared it with his hand.

Over time, there are also two thick essays.

In those short poems or essays, one or two are published in the school magazine or in Jingyun's "Boys" magazine from time to time.

Occasionally, some unexpected pen pals send letters, some with stamps and some without stamps. He knew that those that did not have stamps might be written to him by some girls on the campus of Jingyun Normal University.

He smiled and tore up the little unstamped envelopes and put them in a black garbage bag. And for those, those who have stamps attached, those who have spent money to send them, and whose handwriting looks like girls, he is the same as them.

Because those letters were not what he expected, and those handwriting were not familiar to him, it was better to calm down and play a tune than to waste time reading them.

There are only a few letters for such a pick-and-shoot practice.

He would open it casually and glance at it.

It's just a little feeling, or hoping to get to know him, to make a note or something like that. Occasionally, there are a few of them, with a poem or a few lines of poetry or prose written by them, and ask him to give them advice.

When he saw it, he smiled.

Excerpt a few sentences from those small poems or prose, and at the end of what he says at the end of the next submission, he will leave a paragraph of his opinion, about 100 words, which can be regarded as the answer of those friends who like him and like to write.

As time went on, the number of letters with stamps gradually decreased, but the number of letters with small poems or prose increased.

He began to spend a little bit of time picking out the best to the worst from the letters, and then leaving another paragraph when he submitted the article.

Later, in the second semester of his freshman year, such letters began to gradually decrease, just because he no longer easily took his smeared mood and published it.

The reason why he went to publish those mood pieces, and the reason why he used his real name and address, was just because, he thought that Qianqian might see it, so she would remember him.

Since Yun Ling started reading and publishing his first little poem, he has been using his real name, those poems or essays, he has been writing them for four years, and he has used seven or eight notebooks to write down.

However, from beginning to end, he did not get a shallow shallow shreak of news.

What did those snowflakes mean to him?

Several boys in the same dormitory, Ah Mao, Ah Gou, and Xianglin have been chattering since the beginning of their freshman year, saying that he is a real person and looks honest, but in fact, he has a belly of flowers and intestines, and his means are very high, and he actually thought of the method of making a girlfriend to the "literary youth".

High, really high!

When he heard this, he smiled.

The Tao is different, not conspiring with each other!

Later, there was no later.

He is still smearing his mood, complacent, sad or embarrassed, but he no longer publishes it wantonly, after all, some things, some people, are hidden deep in the bottom of his heart, and there is nothing wrong with it.

What's more, although those envelopes are few, he seems to have a little bit of fame on the campus of Jingyun Normal University!

A few girls came to him, saying that they were from the literary club and wanted to invite him to join.

He listened, smiled, and left.

The Literary Club is not his thing!

He just wants to spend the next three years in a peaceful and leisurely manner, as for the literary club, those lively (blind coaxing) with literary and artistic fans (occasionally angry youth) poetic (group coaxing) life, he doesn't dare to hope (not rare)!

Naturally, in those quiet years, every weekend, he still had a fixed homework to do, which was to accompany Xiuxiu to wander around the campus of Jingyun Normal University.

It's just that, while wandering, people will look at them from time to time.

Maybe he was too careful, and he always felt as if someone was paying attention to them, and when he turned around, he would occasionally see groups of girls walking behind them or to the left.

When they see him turn around, some will look at him steadily, while others will quickly turn their eyes to the side.

will also occasionally glance inadvertently, and when I see the girl walking by opposite, I can't help but look at him a few more times.

Every now and then, Xiuxiu unconsciously leaned towards him again, and even more, when he wasn't paying attention, she would suddenly grab his arm or pull the corner of his clothes.

He was always taken aback, but later, after a long time, he got used to it.

Xiuxiu is blocking rotten peaches for him!

It's just that she can't help but think a little too much!

He, an ordinary boy, is just the most ordinary person among the more than 20,000 students of Jingyun Normal University, where is there so many peach blossoms for him to meet?

What's more, his small fame is only in the piano department of the conservatory, and he has not yet stepped out of the conservatory!

He knew that every time he went to a public lecture, there would always be a few girls who would snicker, scream, and blush when they saw his voice.

He walked over without squinting.

If you don't give hope to others, there will be no harm!

He smiled and looked at Liu Xiu with a doting (helpless) expression, which provoked the people walking on the side to pay attention to them frequently.

Liu Xiu smiled, with a smug look and a wicked smile after the plan succeeded, and took his hand and walked away, saying that she was tired and wanted to go to the wooden chair and bench by the lawn in front of her to rest for a while.

"Okay."

Liu Ruixuan replied, let Xiuxiu pull him forward, and walked forward in the gaze of a group of pedestrians.

He wanted to pretend not to see it, so he walked over without squinting, but out of the corner of his eye, he casually caught a glimpse of a figure in a beige dress, appearing coldly in the crowd of people who frequently paid attention.

I couldn't help but pause and looked at the figure.

The skirt dancing in the wind, the long hair raised by the breeze, and the eyes that looked at him from a distance of five or six meters, were as deep as a pool of blue waves!

With such deep eyes, just one glance, he seemed to see a story beating in the man's eyes.

Where did he seem to have seen these eyes?

I searched quickly in my memory, and suddenly remembered the figure I saw at the school gate on the day of school.

It turned out to be her?

Now, it's been more than a month!

That figure actually appeared?

Perhaps sensing his gaze, the man looked away and looked straight ahead without squinting.

For no reason, Liu Ruixuan's heart was inexplicably sour.

He remembered the little girl with two pigtails all those years ago.

Now she has walked in front of whose eyes? Whose time was it amazing?