"Sauvignon Blanc is long-term memories, Sauvignon Blanc is infinite, I knew it was so stumbling, how could I not know each other at the beginning."

Xia Yang repeated, turning his head to look at the waning moon in the west.

"Li Bai's words?" Luo Yan glanced at Liu Ruixuan, and then looked at Xia Yang.

"Hmm." Xia Yang replied and didn't look back.

Luo Yan turned her head to look at Liu Ruixuan, and after a moment, she stopped again.

Look at him again?

What do you mean?

Liu Ruixuan looked left and right at the two people in front of him and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Is this an intermission?

Or is it time to change the subject again?

"Three thousand weak water, only one scoop, red dust ten thousand thoughts, only one person."

Xia Yang's warm voice came.

"This is what Senior Xia Yang wants to pursue?" Luo Yan looked at Xia Yang, was silent for a moment, glanced at Liu Ruixuan deeply, lowered her head, and in an instant, raised her head again.

Well? Liu Ruixuan was stunned for a moment, and looked at him again!

"I once read an article about ten years of lovesickness." Luo Yan said, "I was so moved that I cried." ”

"Huh?" Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but respond, "Come and listen." ”

Over, I can't help but want to slap myself twice.

Who can recite the articles they have read, it would be nice to remember the words.

"I don't remember exactly, but I still remember some of the opening paragraphs." Luo Yan thought for a while and nodded to Liu Ruixuan, "I can't remember where I saw it, or who I heard mention it: according to it, the French plane tree is a symbol of romance." ”

What? Luo Yan also knows that the French plane tree is a symbol of romance?

Liu Ruixuan looked at Luo Yan, or did all Jingyun people know?

"What's wrong with the senior?" Luo Yan paused, her white face and eyes opened slightly, "Am I wrong?" ”

Yes? Is your expression so obvious?

Liu Ruixuan raised his eyebrows slightly and cleared his throat, "No Sakura"

It seems that the romantic French plane tree, Jingyun is known to everyone.

"Hmm." Luo Yan chuckled, glanced at Liu Ruixuan deeply, glanced at the street lamp above her head, and laughed, "Then I'll continue, the sentence just now is the beginning of my article." ”

What? Liu Ruixuan blinked, and the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of Luo Yan's gaze, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching again.

Isn't it true that most people know?

Who is the author of this article?

Do you know?

Ahem, okay. Nor did he invent this romance.

Liu Ruixuan opened his mouth, and before he could speak, he heard Xia Yang's voice.

"Hmm." Xia Yang responded, looked up at the deep space above his head, lowered his head again, and chuckled.

"Okay." Luo Yan replied and sniffed softly, "The rain in the south of the Yangtze River began to drip, and the whole city was shrouded in rain, half hazy and half moist. ”

"Through the ancient panes, the sycamore near the window is moist and moist with the autumn charm of the south of the Yangtze River: after the autumn rain, it slowly turns yellow, stained with the traces of time."

Ahem, Liu Ruixuan listened, and couldn't help but sweep to Luo Yan in front of him from the corner of his eye.

What a beautiful text!

Suddenly there was a familiar illusion!

He seems to have seen such a text somewhere, simple words, the most concise sentences, but the most beautiful words are spliced together, and unconsciously, the emotion has been written into the reader's eyes and hearts.

Luo Yan turned her head slightly to the side, looked at the street lamp and the sycamore on the opposite side, and her slightly low voice sounded slowly:

"In the breath of rain, inadvertently overflowing the gradually piled up pages on the table, the past flew like a butterfly, falling into every crevice of the soul."

A shallow laughter came faintly: the wish was like a shower of carmine-wet petals, half pure, half intense. ”

Liu Ruixuan glanced to the left at the pedestrians on the road.

I guessed in my heart that if it was so delicate, the author of this beautiful article should be a girl.

No, no, no, to be exact, it should be a schoolgirl.

"In the dancing rain flowers, I met a group of friends, who worked intensively in their own squares, dyed their own colors: long or short, sharp or subtle. However, they are all kind and more sincere.

I don't shy away from pointing out the shortcomings that I don't want to show, and I don't hesitate to affirm my unique style. ”

What? Style? Is it possible that this girl is still writing?

Liu Ruixuan was slightly stunned, lowered his eyes, and looked at the road at his feet.

The campus is full of gray-white cement roads, and cobblestone roads through the woods and lawns, only the spacious boulevard, which is gray-black asphalt road, with French plane trees on both sides, straight forward, through most of the campus, leading straight to the library building of Jingyun.

That girl, is it possible that she is also in Jingyun Normal University?

Luo Yan's voice came again: "The kind comments and elegant conversations attract me, and they also enrich the colors of autumn, and the sky after the autumn rain is blue, so the sky is transparent and dazzling."

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River fell one after another, year after year, and I suddenly remembered the memories of many years ago, the gaze of many years ago, clear and a little persistent. So, many years later, now, my eyes are clearer and more persistent. ”

Well? Stopped?

Liu Ruixuan was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes and looked at Luo Yan.

The original unpleasant sound quality, when these words came out, there was actually a trace of spring water flowing from the mountain stream.

Looking at Luo Yan's slightly sideways face, a thought suddenly came to mind.

This article can't be written by Luo Yan, right?

Otherwise, how could she remember?

Why is it so emotional?

Liu Ruixuan stared at Luo Yan's white face, looked and looked, thought and thought.

It's just that, all of a sudden, what is the intention of this beautiful article?

The summer sun is still the same as before, and the jade tree stands aside in the wind, looking at the clear first quarter moon in the west, and the orange street lamps outline the handsome facial contours.

Second brother, was also impressed by this literary talent?

Ahem, he likes it too.

I always feel that this kind of writing and writing is as if I have seen it there, but for a while, I can't remember it.

Luo Yan, this memory is really good!

There are only a dozen songs he has written, and he can still remember the lyrics by humming to the tune!

As for what he wrote, he never remembered.

It's not that he's willful, it's just that he has never had the habit of memorizing his own words!

Liu Ruixuan looked at Luo Yan, "Why stop, continue." ”

"I can't remember exactly, but what's next." Luo Yan smiled and lowered her head slightly, "After all, the author is not me. ”

Well? When Liu Ruixuan heard this, he was slightly stunned, hehe.

He guessed wrong again!

Wait, soldiers don't get tired of cheating, it won't be meaningless!

"Ahem." Luo Yan chuckled, "At that time, I accidentally saw a book on it, and I excerpted a few paragraphs, and later, the book was taken away by the same table, and later, the book disappeared." ”

Hey? Extract?

That's a good habit!

He also has a habit of excerpts.

A smile slipped over Liu Ruixuan's eyes, and he responded softly, "Oh." ”

What a pity!

"So, do you remember the title of this article?" Liu Ruixuan asked unwillingly.

It's a pity not to finish reading such a beautiful article!

Although regret is also a kind of beauty, but in his dictionary, striving for it is the best.

Ahem, pursue it hard.

Liu Ruixuan suddenly remembered that he had just ended his crush.

An unenforceable pursuit, a sad love.

He didn't even have time to pursue it hard, but he was ruthlessly rejected by Zhu Yan.

Strive to pursue, it seems to be Xia Yang, right?

Liu Ruixuan lowered his eyes silently, glanced at the quiet screen next to him out of the corner of his eye.

"One step away, it's lovesickness, not love, feelings are like dust, but they are always so nuanced." Xia Yang's voice suddenly came.

Well? Liu Ruixuan looked at Xia Yang, what?

Second brother, this screen should be a little restless.

He was asking Luo Yan.

The second brother's poetry is big again?

"I've seen this article too." Xia Yang smiled slightly, glanced at Luo Yan, and turned his head to look at Liu Ruixuan, "Big brother, haven't you seen it before?" ”

Well? Liu Ruixuan's eyes couldn't help but widen, and after a moment, he squinted slightly, "No cherry blossoms"

Why have they all seen it?

He alone hasn't seen it?

Is it the difference between studying philosophy and music?

Wrong! Liu Ruixuan quickly denied this sudden idea.

Luo Yan also studied music, why did she also watch it?

A warm breeze blew, Liu Ruixuan sobered up slightly, and looked left and right at Luo Yan with a sweet smile in front of him, and the Xia Yang who was suddenly poetic and windy.

A flash of light flashed in his mind, and both of them had people they liked to miss, but he didn't have Sakura

"Remember," Luo Yan replied softly, "the title of this article is 'Acacia'. ”

Well? Acacia?

Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but be stunned.

This time, he guessed correctly.

What happened to Xia Yang just now, Sauvignon Blanc and long memories, and Sauvignon Blanc is infinite.

It turned out that they were talking about acacia and red beans.

In the spring, I came to see the red beans blooming, but I didn't see a lover to pick fireworks, and the true feelings were not there, and I was most willing to forget the poetry of the ancients, and I was the most disdainful......

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