"Brother Xiangyang, you, what did you say?"

Ren Yuan was stunned for a moment, hesitated, and pretended not to hear clearly.

In the future, accompany her, slowly, grow up?

Isn't this what they once agreed to study and go to college together?

Still, I suddenly remembered the teacup drinking incident just now, and out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the hand held by Brother Xiangyang, and suddenly there was a slight abnormality in my heart.

Could it be that it is another interpretation of the end of the student era?

Ahem, will you think about it again?

Ren Yuan retracted his gaze, lowered his head, and jumped a few lines on the book in front of him.

I just saw it: holding on to it is not as good as it; It cannot be kept for a long time. The house is full of gold and jade, and Mo can keep it; Rich and proud, self-inflicted blame. After retiring, the way of heaven is also.

I couldn't help but be stunned again.

This book was painted by Brother Xiangyang, one of the must-read books in the summer vacation - Lao Tzu's "Tao Te Ching".

I've been reading it for a few days before I saw Chapter 9, no, no, no, to be exact, I read it for a long time today before I understood the meaning of these lines.

To stop in moderation, to know how to advance and retreat.

"Didn't say anything," Jiang Xiangyang smiled, let go of the hand holding Ren Yuan, and raised his hand towards the half-open window, "Far away, look." ”

What's there to see outside the window?

Ren Yuan retracted the hand that was held by Brother Xiangyang just now, and the temperature that was held just now was still in the palm of his hand.

Oh, sure enough, she guessed that Brother Xiangyang was teasing her.

Almost, she believed that this was another explanation for what had just been given.

What a little idiot, and he's being amorous again!

He sighed in his heart, pursed his mouth, and looked out the window.

Outside the window, the grape trellis in the courtyard is already full of green grapes, and in another month, you can pick them and eat them.

"The human heart, in fact, is like this open window." Brother Xiangyang's voice came.

What is the relationship between people's hearts and windows? Ren Yuan looked at Brother Xiangyang on the side with a little uncertain expression, but saw him looking out of the window with a soft face.

This, what kind of expression is this?

Isn't it, there is another girl like "Wen Yiyi" in Qingya Middle School, right?

A thought instantly poured out of her mind, causing her to panic.

Suddenly, I started to be a little angry with myself, why did I start to suffer from gains and losses after I reached junior high school, and I began to feel a little different from myself, why can Brother Xiangyang be so calm and joke with her?

When you're happy, talk to her, and when you're unhappy, just find someone to accompany her home?

Now, suddenly, my conscience has found out, and in order to make up for my previous regrets, I will accompany her to read a book? However, at this moment, where did this mind drift to?

She just can't see clearly!

Also, Wen Yiyi, who said half of the alumni reunion about tomorrow morning, will also go!

Scold! Wen Yiyihe!

Ren Yuan couldn't help but shake the hand under the desk, his eyes moved away from Brother Xiangyang's gentle face, and fell on the book in front of him, and his eyes fell on the lines again.

Yesterday, the chapter I read yesterday told her to be good like water, and not to fight. Today's chapter is even more powerful, and I directly told her to stop in moderation.

A thought came to her in an instant, could it be that Brother Xiangyang was telling her.

Don't be hostile to Wen Yiyi anymore, she can't compete with Wen Yiyi, instead of embarrassing herself, it's better to go with the flow and do your best? Or is it telling her that for the future, for the future of her and Xiangyang's brother, she should be content when she reaches college? ?

couldn't help but sigh in her heart, her story alone, in the future, will slowly write it herself.

She has to do a good job, seven or eight years later, she will be alone, and there will be no preparation for Brother Xiangyang by her side.

I casually looked out the window.

What does the human heart have to do with the window?

Windows can be opened and closed at any time, and broken ones can be repaired, just like the original new look, but what about the human heart? When you open it, you can't close it. If you forcibly close it, you will be hurt by all kinds of holes.

"Far away, look." Brother Xiang Yang's gentle voice came.

See? What's there to see? The corners of Ren Yuan's mouth twitched slightly, suppressing the sudden bitterness in his heart.

Look at it again, the window and the human heart are still different; Looking at it again, the scenery outside the window, the four seasons are the same, it seems that it is just a change of season, next summer, the yard will not change, and the grapes will still be full.

However, she is no longer the same person she was last year.

Brother Xiangyang will no longer be the same Brother Xiangyang as before.

He looked out the window faintly, silent, and did not answer.

The room was quiet, so quiet that you could hear the small alarm clock on the desk "ticking and ticking" a little bit of movement; It's so quiet that you can hear the wind blowing outside the window, the sound of the moon flowers in front of the window, and the sound of shaking when the grape trellis blows outside the window.

"From a distance, when you open the window, what you can see is actually no one else, only you and me."

Yes? Ren Yuan was stunned.

shook his head, and looked at Brother Xiangyang with a stunned expression.

It's a little different from what I imagined. Did she hear it wrong? Or was she thinking wrong? Or did Brother Xiangyang say something wrong?

Why did all of a sudden, the style of painting suddenly change?

Brother Xiangyang's window, there is no one else? Only her and him??

Does it mean that she is the only one in Brother Xiangyang's heart? Just like her, there is only Brother Xiangyang in her eyes.

"Hehe," Jiang Xiangyang laughed, raised his hand, and brushed a strand of Ren Yuan's shoulder-length short hair, "This length is just right, let's keep it long when you go to college." ”

"Huh?" Ren Yuan looked at his short hair, and then at Brother Xiangyang beside him, "I was going to get a haircut tomorrow." ”

Hehe, this topic suddenly changed, so that she was embarrassed to ask, and she was embarrassed to think about it.

Brother Xiangyang, is this deliberate?

This quiet, gentle smile is not like shyness, nor is it like laughing.

She was a little confused.

In her and Brother Xiangyang's world, she seems to have always been the follower, the speculator, the one who follows Brother Xiangyang, and the one who is happy or sad because of his words and deeds.

"Keep it," Jiang Xiangyang's fingers loosened, and the strand of hair slipped down smoothly, and stayed on Ren Yuan's shoulder obediently, "Before school starts, I'll accompany you to get a haircut." ”

Yes? What, what do you think?

Ren Yuan raised his hand and grabbed the hair that had just been brushed by Brother Xiangyang: "Before you start school or before I start school?" ”

"Before you start school," Jiang Xiangyang laughed, "before August 20th, is it okay?" ”

"Oh." Ren Yuan answered, lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell on those lines of words again.

She almost forgot that the third year of junior high school was going to start early; She almost forgot that Brother Xiangyang seemed to start school later than her this year.

"Far away, do you understand?"

Yes? Understand? Ren Yuan raised his eyes and looked at Brother Xiangyang: "Understood, I'll go for a haircut on August 20th." ”

"No," Jiang Xiangyang looked at Ren Yuan, "what I want to say is about the future." ”

Future? Ren Yuan instantly felt a sour feeling in his heart: "I understand." ”

Regarding the future, she has to stop in moderation and get used to life without Brother Xiangyang.

"In the future, after a long time, when we grow up," Jiang Xiangyang looked at Ren Yuan with a gentle face, "Like now, drink the same glass of water, sit under the same roof, look at the scenery outside the window, and grow old slowly with you." ”