Afterward?

Liu Ruixuan tilted his head lightly and looked at the Jingyun campus shrouded in the setting sun.

The iconic ancient bell tower of Jingyun Normal University looks solemn and solemn in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the large sycamore trees next to the bell tower are lined up along the wide cement road of the campus.

I don't remember where I saw it, or who I heard about it: according to it, the plane tree is a symbol of romance.

The encounter between him and the girl, therefore, under the witness of the French sycamore, was covered with a layer of romance.

In the faint red afterglow, the past flew like a butterfly, falling into every crevice of the soul, and a shallow laughter faintly came: the wish was like a rain of carmine-wet petals, half pure, half intense.

After the two, they met in Jingyun.

On that evening, when the sun was also setting and it was a clear evening, they met again.

He originally thought that such a romantic encounter would be eternal under the sunset, in the years, and between the earth.

Cherish each other, approach in the flowing sun; Accompanied, see the spring full of flowers, listen to the summer when the rain hits the window lattice, enjoy the early autumn of the dry lotus night rain, and spread the late winter when the snow butterflies are flying.

This is the most romantic thing he thought!

As he once imagined, on campus, his first love began, and then, it blossomed: a couple for a lifetime.

The most romantic thing I can think of is growing old with you.

When they are too old to go anywhere, he can smile at her, you are still a treasure in the palm of my hand.

The most beautiful thing is to walk on the edge of spring, look at the crumbling spring breeze full of wind in the city, and then, bind it into a book, leave it for years to read, pick up, and every flower and tree are warm.

He vividly remembered the time they met again.

The campus of Jingyun Normal University is antique.

Ancient and simple, quiet and poetic, romantic and youthful.

The wide cement road shows the dignified atmosphere of Jingyun, and the bluestone road full of flowers and plants is full of poetic romance of Jingyun.

In the southwest corner of Jingyun Campus, there is a large area of sycamores, at the end of which is an endless lawn, the lawn is surrounded by roads on three sides, one side faces the lake, and several roads lead to the lake with mixed trees, and the lake has a nice name: Jingbo Lake.

Just in response to Jingyun's school motto: indifferent and ambitious, quiet and far-reaching.

That lake is Jingyunren's favorite place, and it is also his favorite place.

Since the moment he entered the quiet clouds, he would check in at dusk every day.

Sit quietly on the grass by the lake, or by the big rock next to the weeping willows by the lake, or look at the sunset on the surface of the lake, and feel the existence and beauty of life.

He clearly remembered that the dusk was extraordinarily beautiful, and the sunset hung over the plane trees outside the lawn, and the campus became quiet and peaceful at dusk.

In the twilight, he sat for a moment by the lake, got up, and walked back.

Bypassing the cobblestone road by the lake, stepping on the bluestone pavement surrounded by grass, the green under his feet attracted his attention, the green and tender grass that had just sprouted, was as gentle as him, the pair of eyes in his heart.

Suddenly, I remembered the blue and white shadow I had encountered.

I couldn't help but stop, sat on the lawn on the side of the road very handsomely, stared at the green grass steadily, and looked at the large area of bluestone slabs.

It, quiet, cold, and rainy tide, is like the graceful woman's tears.

The bluestone road, in an instant, was dyed with the antique charm of Jingyun.

He looked at the bluestone paved road that winded to Jingbo Lake, and was slightly stunned.

I don't know, the envoy-like woman who met is walking there again, or where is she stopping and watching?

Who galloped past her, who looked up into the distance until the end of the world where she had disappeared?

It can be seen that the figure of her riding a horse has been swaying in his distant sight since then, and has never disappeared.

There was a soft laugh and a casual turn of the head.

And everything on earth became bright in an instant.

Just outside the setting sun, a blue and white shadow came into view, coming from five or six meters away, surrounded by a group of chaotic figures.

Extraordinarily dazzling.

How did you feel when you met unexpectedly after a lot of meditation?

Liu Ruixuan clearly remembers that there was a feeling of tears in his eyes at that time.

He stiffly concealed his excitement, casually studying the bluestone slabs and clumps of grass in front of him (out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the approacher), thinking that he was watching her covertly.

Her every move was so beautiful that his heartbeat unconsciously accelerated a lot, and he even heard his own heartbeat.

Footsteps and laughter gradually approached.

He heard someone shouting with a smile, "Zhu Yan, talented girl, hurry up, Director Gu is still waiting for us." ”

Zhu Yan? He instinctively felt that it must be her name.

What a beautiful name!

He quietly continued to study the grass and slate, and surprise slipped through his eyes, talented girl?

Well, he just matched him, but he is the piano prince of the music department.

"Huh? Zhu Yan, look, why is someone looking at the grass in a daze? ”

A voice rang out nearby.

Idle? He is clearly studying how grass can overcome obstacles and show the vitality of life.

He looked up slightly, chuckling.

"Wow, isn't this the piano prince of the music department who played "Read You" at the New Year's Eve party?"

Someone in the crowd suddenly recognized him.

He bowed his head slightly, stood up, and looked at the blue shadow passing in front of him.

Hello, Zhu Yan.

He clearly saw that Zhu Yan glanced at him and smiled, just like before......

She's actually in Jingyun!

She seemed to notice him too, her movements seemed to be a little restrained, and her face seemed to be red, (did she recognize him, did her heart hit a deer?) ）……

Suddenly, there is an illusion of alternating between the real and the unreal.

He kept muttering in his heart, and he didn't know where he heard it: It was enough to be merciful to be reunited.

Since then, he has been roaming around the campus like a janitor, hoping to see the man from his dreams again.

What would it be like to meet again?

Maybe she would be reading a book on the grass next to the rest, and he put his hand in his trouser pocket and paced calmly in front of her, casually, hey! She looked up and saw that it was him, and her face turned red...... No, no, it's too vulgar.

His own front teeth poured three first!

Or, she was reading in the classroom and she happened to be sitting in front of him, no, on the side, and her pen fell at his feet, and he picked it up and handed it to her, and smiled at her, her face .......

Ahem, their music department doesn't need to study in the classroom since their sophomore year.

Proposed or ...... Assume...... Possible...... As......

As soon as the days passed, thirty or forty advertising agencies could be opened for the creativity of the encounter, but Zhu Yan still did not appear.

He began to suspect that Zhu Yan's image was a fantasy that he cut out of his dream and pasted into reality.

He squeezed it all to the limit and buried it deep in his heart.

But any inadvertent hint could bounce it open and fill his chest, making him feel uncomfortable and helpless......

"Son, don't you send love letters?"

The proprietress Xuan Hua said quietly, looking at her handsome son, but in the end she didn't hold back, but still asked.

What's the matter with my son? At this point, not at all with her!

Love letter? Liu Ruixuan raised his eyebrows slightly, who doesn't know how to send love letters.

When he is his son?

Of course, he was preparing a love letter.

"Yes, son, have you written a love letter?"

The boss Liu Fen glanced at his handsome son who was a little hesitant in his eyes, his son was pursuing girls, but he didn't follow him at all.

I think back then, when they were younger.

Hey, the boss Liu Fen glanced at the white face not far away again, that white face was the same as when he was young.

Hey? Could it be that he was born with the wrong son?

The boss Liu Fen came back to his senses and carefully looked at the son in front of him.

The eyebrows, the eyes, and the nose are the same as the old woman.

The boss Liu Fen glanced at the old woman beside him, and then looked at his handsome son.

Well, it's biological.

"Son, my mother knows where your crux is." The proprietress Xuan Hua had a knowing expression, "Where to send a piece of lovesickness, it is the will of the monarch to be reluctant to give up." Son, love words are important, but love letters are indispensable, I want to ...... back then"

"Ahem," Liu Fen, the boss on the side, suddenly coughed and winked vigorously at his daughter-in-law.

The two of them just knew about the things about the old sesame seeds and rotten grain, why did they take it out and show it off, isn't this sprinkling salt on their son's wounds?

"Ahem, what's ahem, I'm showing up for education." The proprietress Xuan Hua glanced at her wife, turned her head again, and looked at Liu Ruixuan, whose face changed slightly, "My son has fallen out of love, and I have to listen to the old man's advice and learn some lessons from the past." ”

The boss Liu Fen smiled and didn't look over.

Alas, he knew that this old woman only had a son in her heart.

Let her be, just be happy with the two of them.

Liu Ruixuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked left and right at his parents.

In front of him, he openly shows his affection, and he doesn't care about his mood?

Could it be that he is not biological?

"Son, in the matter of chasing Yan," the proprietress Xuan Hua paused, "In the matter of chasing girls, you have to learn from your father." ”

Yan has become a thing of the past, the past is like the wind that cannot be chased, but the experience of failure must be summed up.

The laughter of "hehe" did not rise as expected, old man, what is the situation, a good woman sings with her husband?

The proprietress Xuan Hua glanced at the wife, who didn't turn her head away, hey, what kind of expression is that old face, like fried pork liver.

She likes to eat fried pork liver with green peppers the most!

"Well, Mom, you're important, I'll remember it."

Liu Ruixuan took out a notebook and pen from his beige coat, and looked at his wife expectantly.

This gossip still has to be heard, Xiuxiu doesn't know, he has a share to himself.

If you don't want to become famous in the future, ask about family anecdotes, and you can take this out and break the news.

Ahem, take it out, prove that they are scholars and practitioners of love.

"Well, when your dad first learned to write, he quietly wrote my name and stuffed it in my drawer."

The proprietress Xuan Hua blinked slightly, pondered for a while, and then opened the conversation.

"Where did I write your name, I couldn't write when I was six years old." Boss Liu Fen instantly counterattacked, he was too good to blow, and he was about to get out of touch with reality.

"Oh, I remember wrong, it turned out to be six years old, when I was six years old, I drew a picture and gave it to me excitedly, I looked at it, I didn't know it." The proprietress Xuan Hua raised her eyebrows slightly.

Six? When she was six years old, she couldn't read.

She only remembered one painting.

One big circle after another, and there are many circles next to the circle.

It made her eyes almost turn into circles.

"I don't know anything, the painting is obviously you and me." The boss Liu Fen pursed his mouth, "The flower is you, and the cow dung is me." ”

"Oh, the people in the village have to Xuanhua Liu Fen (flowers and cow dung), it turns out that this is how they came."

Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but chuckle, and wrote in the notebook, my father and mother, six years old, flower cow dung, express their hearts.

Wait, I'll go, that's too precocious.

Wasn't it very conservative back then?

He is really better than him, and he will pick up girls at the age of six.

Ahem, I really have a vision, and at the age of six, I chose my mother's kiss......

Like Xia Yang and Zhu Yan, they are all childhood sweethearts.

Liu Ruixuan turned his head slightly and looked at the two most familiar people, their hugging figures were stretched by the sunset......

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