I suddenly remembered that old love song.

A warm breeze blew, and Liu Ruixuan blinked slightly.

Well? Where did the singing come from?

Turned his gaze left and right and found the source of the sound, Xia Yang?

"I came to see the red beans bloom in spring, but I didn't see a lover to pick fireworks, and the true love was not there, and I was most willing to forget the poetry ......of the ancients, and I was the most disdainful of lovesickness."

Well? Liu Ruixuan looked at Xia Yang.

The love song he just thought of, the second brother, actually hummed it.

When did they have a tacit understanding?

"Senior Xia Yang," Luo Yan flashed a stunning expression on her face, glanced at Liu Ruixuan, and then looked at Xia Yang, "This song is really good." ”

"Hmm." Xia Yang responded, don't look over, "Old song, "Red Beans." ”

Yes, oldies.

Oldies are flavorful! Classics, eternal, eternal.

Liu Ruixuan silently praised Xia Yang in his heart.

However, he still wanted to hear the "Acacia", looked at Xia Yang who didn't look over, and hesitated in his heart.

If you speak out now, will you suddenly feel your presence?

Looking at Luo Yan's current situation, she seems to have forgotten what she confessed just now.

Liu Ruixuan thought and thought, thought and thought, and lowered his eyes slightly, forget it, let's ask again when we eat.

"Senior Xia Yang, have you also read that "Acacia"?" Luo Yan's voice came, extremely pleasant.

Liu Ruixuan smiled and looked at Luo Yan, just in time to see her glance.

Ahem, is he so obvious?

"Hmm." Xia Yang turned his head and smiled lightly, "I've seen it, haven't you finished reading it?" ”

"I've read it, but I'm not impressed." Luo Yan lowered her head and laughed, "Senior Xia Yang, do you still have an impression?" ”

"Hmm." Xia Yang answered, and looked at Luo Yan and Liu Ruixuan left and right, "Do you want to listen?" ”

"Hmm." "Hmm."

Liu Ruixuan and Luo Yan looked at each other and smiled, and looked at Xia Yang.

"Ahem," Xia Yang cleared his throat, turned his head slightly, and looked at the winding moon in the west, and the warm voice rang in his ears.

"Suddenly, I remembered Stendhal's epitaph, which I had seen in the early years: lived, loved, written."

What? What he wants to listen to is "Acacia", the American text "Acacia"!

What does this have to do with Stendhal?

Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but roll his eyes at Xia Yang.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Luo Yan and quickly withdrew his gaze.

Ahem, Luo Yan is looking at him!

I'm looking at him again!

Well, he'd better brush up on his presence a little less!

Liu Ruixuan looked at Xia Yang, the first quarter moon was still so bright and beautiful, just like the acacia red bean, so beautiful that it was suffocating.

"Or, the time can be a little farer, the story can be a little older, so long that I just have a little emotion, and I begin to want to control it, so old that I can recall that the green years of Doukou are the eternity of the moment, or I can feel the gray hair of those years, or the long hair fluttering, and the uninterrupted thoughts."

Well? The epitaph just now is the content of "Acacia"?

Liu Ruixuan looked at Xia Yang's handsome side face and listened very carefully.

"When you receive a beautifully bound book, you touch on what you thought about many years ago, and everything starts to have a decent beginning, or the tone of the story is interpreted in a long time ago."

The warm voice of Xia Yang sounded in the warm wind, and there was a different kind of feeling.

Liu Ruixuan suddenly found a problem, Xia Yang's memory is too good, right?

When did he see this?

This year, last year or the past?

"Passing through youth, passing through memories, so that, many years later, the story still has no ending.

And I have long been accustomed to moving forward, as I imagined back then: in the rainy Jiangnan, in the gray and white pavilions, listening to songs. Began to be silent, more persistent, clear eyes, never stopped and never spoke. ”

Ahem, years? The story still never ends?

Liu Ruixuan's heart was tense for no reason, and suddenly remembered Xia Yang's words before, that girl who likes to write words was unhappy later?

Xia Yang shouldn't know the girl who wrote the essay, right?

Or, the girl who wrote the essay is, the author of this "Acacia"?

Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but look at Xia Yang, the familiar side face, the warm voice!

"A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculent, and the plum is yellow when it rains.

The light rain knocked on the window lattice, rippling boundless nostalgia: who had held a light blue umbrella and swayed in the light rain with a large floral dress, leaving boundless thoughts and feelings.

All the good times of summer have gathered in the rain at this moment, and suddenly I remembered an old poem:

A trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, the body to the side of Yuguan, a thousand palms in the middle of the night. The wind is changing, the snow is changing, the dream of the broken hometown cannot be realized, and there is no sound in the old garden. ”

This word is so familiar!

A lifetime of a couple!

Oh, no, just now I got the author who was only like Ruo at the beginning of his life, Nalan Rongruo's words!

This author also likes Nalan?

Liu Ruixuan blinked, he also liked Nalan, Xia Yang and Luo Yan also mentioned it just now.

Now the author of "Acacia" actually mentioned it.

Is this a coincidence?

Luo Yan doesn't seem to react?

Liu Ruixuan glanced at Luo Yan on the left out of the corner of her eye, she was smiling slightly, raising her chin slightly, just like just now, looking at him!

Ahem, Liu Ruixuan hurriedly retracted his gaze.

Is this Luo Yan listening to "Acacia"?

Or are you watching him openly in the name of listening to "Acacia"?

Alas! This is a difficult question to answer.

It's better to leave it to his brand mentor Xia Yang to deal with it.

As for him, then just be a quiet boss, listen to the songs, and listen to the beautiful text.

So, pour a cup of weak tea, in the rain of the summer solstice, in the gentle fragrance of tea, taste it carefully, and drink it shallowly. Accompanied by the wind, listening to the rain, feeling the monotony and repeated changes of the seasons. ”

Well? Weak tea? Summer rain? A change of seasons?

Liu Ruixuan's brain was spinning rapidly.

This Wensi jumped so fast.

He also loves tea!

Listening to Cao Xiao, his senior sister Fengyun also likes to drink tea, and since then, he has quietly cared, he thought that it was, and the senior sister drank boiled water.

Later, I learned that people are tasting the tea ceremony, feeling the exquisite tea art, and appreciating the tea-like life.

And his favorite tea is that cup of warm boiled water.

Once upon a time, a bottle of juice drink was the most popular thing when I was a teenager.

And now, I have already passed the teenage years, one foot is about to enter the threshold at the beginning of the word "two", and the other foot is still staying in the door of the teenagers, and I don't want to leave.

That cup of boiled water became his favorite "tea".

Drink all kinds of water, taste all kinds of tea, warm or boiling, fragrant or strong, bitter or sweet.

Life is moving forward little by little and little by little in such a variety of tea and water.

With an occasional glimpse, the moonlight in the west is good.

The moonlight fell and was a hazy, shiny white. The crooked hook of marigolds was reflected in the line of sight that looked at it.

Suddenly I remembered two sentences: the moon hangs outside the west window, and the shadows of the trees are swaying.

Such a moonlight, such a night, such a light and moon shadow, it is suitable to hold a cup of tea and taste the faint fragrance of a party......

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