On a spring afternoon in early February, the sun is cool.

Windy, dignified.

Liu Ruixuan paused, glanced at Liu Xiu, who was following him, and turned his head again.

Bus No. 19 has slowly driven in front of you.

"Let's go." Liu Ruixuan glanced at the not too crowded car, turned around and looked at Liu Xiu, and tightened the scarf around her neck, "There are still a few vacant seats in the back." ”

"Hmm." Liu Xiu responded and jumped on the bus first.

He followed suit.

As usual, he walked to the back and sat down at the empty seat by the window at the back.

The window was slightly opened, and when the car started slowly, a cool breeze seeped in from the window, which was extremely refreshing.

In that cool breeze, the four gilded characters of "Yunling Middle School" slowly floated outside the car window, just like yesterday's memory passing in front of me, and it was fleeting.

Liu Ruixuan's eyes trembled slightly, and he inadvertently looked at the bus stop behind him.

On the cold platform, there was no one, and the lonely street lamp stood next to the snow that had not completely melted after the previous sunset.

I don't know which shopkeeper's child built a half-man tall snowman in the snowdrifts that were not too thick and not too white.

At this moment, the snowman was wearing a black hat, shaking a thin arm, and a carrot nose, looking at them in the cold wind, as if to see them off.

On the side of the road, the No. 11 bus heading west slowly stopped, like an old woman.

Liu Ruixuan blinked his eyes, and the moment he was about to turn back, he saw a pale blue figure walking down from the No. 11 bus.

I couldn't help but be shocked, and opened the car window a little and poked my head out.

From a distance of more than ten or twenty meters, he clearly saw that the owner of the pale blue figure, the senior sister with a high ponytail, Zhao Yun!

How did she come back? Could it be that Jingyun Master University is also the same as them, and it is a holiday today?

Senior sister Zhao Yun is the famous figure he heard when he first stepped into Yunling High School, the man of the year in Yunling Middle School! The baby student on the tip of Cao School's heart!

It's a pity that he only heard his name, only saw his high-spirited old photos, but he never saw the real person!

Last year, when he first arrived at Yunling Middle School, his senior sister was already a sophomore student of Jingyun Normal University.

Looking at Zhao Yun, who had long hair and picturesque eyebrows and eyes in the window of "Yunling Style", his heart suddenly bumped twice inexplicably.

In a sudden moment, the bright-eyed senior sister in the window and the person in his heart suddenly coincided.

Growing up and talking about "her", is it also like this, crowned and gorgeous?

The pigtails that were almost upturned in the past, did they also go over the shoulders?

After that, the senior sister in the window became the scenery he passed by inadvertently, and it also became a goal in his heart.

He wants to be like the senior sister, to be the one that Cao Xiao pays attention to, even if he is not the most outstanding one, at least, he must squeeze into Cao Xiao's sight, not for anything else.

It's just that Cao Xiao has told them more than once at the school meeting that Senior Sister Zhao Yun is the most proud student of Cao School, and she is also the teacher who wants to return to Yunling to teach in the future!

After that, he began to study hard, as in the past, seriously reading books and doing questions seriously.

He would also look out the window every time he was tired of talking, and when he looked at the unclear window from a distance, he picked up the book in front of him again.

He would also miss a certain time in particular, walk to the window, look at those old photos, and send a distant miss where to live.

The still clouds are so big, but there is no place that can accommodate his concerns; The world is so big, but there are so many people you can meet, and he, however, is so lonely.

No matter where "she" is, he will always try. In the near future, he will stay in Yunling Middle School like his senior sister.

Because, this is the closest distance from Jingyun and "her".

Suddenly, I felt a weight on my shoulders.

Liu Ruixuan came back to his senses and saw Liu Xiu's gaze.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing." Liu Ruixuan turned out of the car window and gently closed the window.

Not far away, the pale blue figure had crossed the road and walked to the gate of Yunling Middle School, and the high ponytail dangled in sight.

I suddenly remembered that last autumn, when I saw my senior sister for the first time.

It was a sunny autumn afternoon, and the warmth of the sun was shining through the window.

He went back to school a little early.

After packing up all his things, he habitually walked to the window in front of the teaching building and stopped for five minutes, which is his homework at the beginning of each month.

The wind blows the leaves and falls.

A golden ginkgo leaf suddenly slipped from in front of his eyes, stretched out his hand, and watched it fall steadily into the palm of his hand.

He couldn't help but smile and squeeze it lightly.

With a heavy sigh of relief, he looked at the familiar smile in the window.

Turning around, I crossed the central avenue and walked along the winding road towards the Qingteng promenade.

The evergreen green ivy promenade is everyone's favorite place.

The winding corridor, the eyes are full of green, and the small sunlight pours out from the leaves, sprinkling the small light and shadow on the ground.

He doesn't usually come here.

There are too many people here.

He would occasionally come here, and at the beginning of each month, after passing by the shop window, he would come here to sit here for a while and send a message from afar.

pinched the golden ginkgo biloba, walked through the winding corridor, walked to the lake pavilion at the end, and sat down.

A few willow trees on the opposite side of the pavilion still bent towards the pond, with a few withered yellow leaves hanging here and there, reflecting their reflections on the edge of the pond, and they were pitiful alone.

Liu Ruixuan's heart was suddenly stunned, he was a little similar to this willow tree!

couldn't help but look at it twice, the withered willow that Gu Fang admired herself.

Looking at it, I couldn't help but laugh, it's good to be able to make a weeping willow.

Even if he is too shy to look up at Bixiao, when he looks down, he can see his bright blue.

And what about him? I couldn't help but feel suffocated again.

Blue?

Liu Ruixuan turned his head and looked at the end of the corridor, and the winding corridor had long since lost sight of the window on the other side of the road.

A casual touch of blue suddenly jumped into view, at the end of the corridor.

A flash, a flash.

In a flash, there was the familiar laughter of "hahaha" that could not be more familiar.

That's Cao Xiao's signature laugh!

What is that smear?

"Zhao Yun, you know that you are angry with me."

Cao Xiao's voice came not far away.

Zhao Yun? Senpai?

Liu Ruixuan was stunned, and looked at the pale blue figure again.

Ahem, I only saw a bunch of tall ponytails flicking around the back of my head.

It was the first time I saw Senior Sister Zhao Yun, walking beside the round Cao School, showing her slenderness.

After that, he never saw the pale blue again.

The pale blue color slowly transformed into the old photo in the window: the eyebrows were slightly raised, and the face was flamboyant and confident.

It's like a "cousin" in my childhood memories!

"Oh." Liu Xiu answered and sat back.

Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but sigh lightly in his heart.

Some people, some things, are always missed so inadvertently!

If he got on the bus two minutes late just now, then he could really see the senior sister who had been watching in the window for a year and a half.

couldn't help but shake his head again, if he didn't look back and look out the window just now, then he wouldn't have any regrets at the moment.

Regretful?

Yes, the years that have passed have all been stuffed with the word "regret".

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