Rao has often had encounters in his life, and not every paragraph has been moved.

Liu Ruixuan looked at Xia Yang's side face, and suddenly remembered the previous bits and pieces.

Unexpectedly, it suddenly occurred to me, isn't this article written by the legendary senior sister Zhao Yun?

In the winter of that year, he was a freshman in high school and found that his senior sister liked to drink tea, green tea and black tea.

He said goodbye to the juices and began to like tea.

And from that moment on, he suddenly began to realize that there is actually green in winter, which is the color of tea.

A good cup of tea can retain its own fragrance and charm very gracefully, and people should do the same.

He repeated and firmly remembered that sentence, remembered the smile in that winter, and began to understand that when he was proud, he should also be indifferent, and he should use his heart and brain power to dress up his life and improve his life height.

After the passing of the seasons, I suddenly looked back and found that a new landscape had unfolded in my life.

And then there was no after.

Senior sister is the heirloom in the hearts of all Yun Ling's people, and he is just one of the many students.

Liu Ruixuan laughed softly and looked at the curved moon.

When I arrived in Jingyun, I found that the senior sister was not only the biography of Yun Ling, but also the biography of Jingyun.

Xia Yang's warm voice came over again, interrupting Liu Ruixuan's thoughts.

"In the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I miss the remote delivery of the mountains and rivers, and I feel the nostalgia of the wind and snow; Relieved of boundless clarity, deep subtlety and graceful length.

I began to like the loneliness and coldness of words more and more, those long or short sentences, just like those long or short or deep or shallow night ...... that are read with a green light."

Well? Liu Ruixuan held his breath and listened carefully, and remembered the parting inspirational words on the wall of Yunling's school, it seems that there is really some senior sister's literary style!

Could it be that it's really a senior sister?

It's just that who is the person who is the senior sister lovesick?

Outside the window, not far away, the rain dripped a pool of turquoise, but where the water met, a long clear sky had been slowly drawn.

Pouring the cold spring, gazing at the waning moon in the west by the railing, melancholy, who has met with me and turned into a willow breeze?

When my memory turned to spring, I suddenly found that I was a little far away from my lovesickness, or I was drifting away. ”

"Ahem," Liu Ruixuan couldn't help coughing.

Which Wang An, when he met his senior sister, left again?

He's going to beat that saddle!

Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but clench his fist in his pocket.

"Senior?" Luo Yan gently tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"Huh?" Liu Ruixuan turned around.

"Are you alright?" Luo Yan asked softly, looked at Liu Ruixuan, and glanced at Xia Yang as if he was nothing.

"It's fine." Liu Ruixuan was slightly stunned, looked at the hand that was pulling the corner of his clothes, and then looked at Luo Yan.

"Hehe, I'm sorry." Luo Yan chuckled twice and withdrew her hand, "It's okay." ”

Is it okay? What could he do?

Liu Ruixuan glanced at Luo Yan twice, and then turned his head away.

Fortunately, Xia Yang didn't find out, and was still recalling "Acacia" with affection.

"The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River will dye the spring color. The sky was originally clear, but a rain fell during the night. I don't know if it was crisp or dense, like smoke or silk, but when I opened my eyes in the early morning after such a rain, I saw the marks of the smoke and rain.

Before the gray dawn, I looked back and picked up the past, but I couldn't read it, and I couldn't help but wonder: I and my words have gradually drifted apart. ”

Well? Liu Ruixuan had no reason to feel nervous, which Wang An, made the senior sister stunned?

Red bean acacia, smoke and rain Jiangnan!

No, he's going to beat that saddle!

Liu Ruixuan glanced at Luo Yan out of the corner of his eye, thinking that he must ask Xia Yang who that person is in a while.

But I found out unexpectedly, huh.

Luo Yan, doesn't seem to be looking at him?

"So, what about you? Many years later, will you and I pass by on the street corner, even if we meet, we should not know each other?

Time passed through the rain, I began to be silent, and I was a little lonely, as I imagined back then, everything seemed to be the same as back then, but it was not like before, who had met with me, and turned into a willow breeze......"

That Wang An?

Hiss! Liu Ruixuan let out a low cry in his heart, and the pain from his palm made him wake up immediately.

No wonder, the senior sister suddenly went to graduate school later?

It turned out that the love scene was frustrated?

No wonder, when I went to see my senior sister, my face was cold, just like the jade lotus of an iceberg!

I see.

"Tie your heart to the distance, set your eyes on the ocean, and don't care about the truth and short-term of a day. Ten years from now, when I look back, I will have the grace of a peaceful smile.

In the rainy Jiangnan, a hazy memory was made: I turned to the page "Outside the Window" ten years ago and saw the line of words on it. I suddenly remembered that the memories of many years ago were not a little gray and lonely. ”

Well? Is the senior sister already relieved?

Decade?

Memories from 10 years ago?

In his third year of junior high school, his senior sister had already graduated from high school.

Ten years ago? Memories of junior high school?

Where to find this?

Liu Ruixuan suddenly felt a little dizzy.

I couldn't help but look at Xia Yang, junior high school?

Why did everyone's love start earlier than him?

"In the courtyard with sparse flowers and trees, sit on a rattan wooden chair, read a Song poem bound in a line, and watch the sunshine dappled and sprinkle the warmth of the ground. Standing with a light smile, with a simple and elegant attitude, the flowers bloom into a scene, and the flowers fall into a poem.

A thin shadow in a window, half a roll of plain paper, raise your hand and put down the pen, time is getting farther away, just one line of words, turn over, and ten years have passed. ”

Liu Ruixuan clenched the hand in his pocket, ten years?

Decade? The number of years that I am so familiar!!

Xia Yang has been in love with Zhu Yan for ten years?!

Liu Rui looked at Xia Yang steadily, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

Xia Yang, unexpectedly, can recite such a long beautiful text.

It's a little, weird!

"Over the years, the window, the plain paper and thin pen, the slightest smoke and rain sprinkled between the eyebrows, gentle and like a brocade of years. Let the shallow words and the soul be linked, and watch the petals gradually fall in the wind, gentle and poignant.

That's it, a stream of clouds lightly combed. Let the flowers and plants be fragrant, let the years walk, you see, the rain falls like your walk: not deliberate, not obsessed, the slight wave spreads, from morning and dusk to eternity. ”

Ahem, Liu Ruixuan almost coughed, and hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth.

It's a beautiful word.

It was so beautiful that he seemed to see the gentle senior sister, writing letters at night, walking in the spring, strolling in the rain, and then, gently looking back, raising his eyebrows and bowing his head, his eyes were bright, and the beauty became a picture, just like the spring of the third year of the first year, and suddenly met by chance.

"And I, gazing in Tang poems and Song lyrics, in the ink and blue, watching a charming rain, dyed in the deep winter.

Then, pick a ray of sunshine and sprinkle it at the intersection with you, so that a trace of love gradually circulates with the light. Smile with you, enjoy a shallow warmth, and wait for the arrival of the next decade. ”

What? The next decade?

Liu Ruixuan's eyes turned left and right twice, did he ignore something?

And Xia Yang was still intoxicated with his own beauty, and he didn't notice or pay attention to the changes between him and Luo Yan.

Liu Ruixuan glanced at Luo Yan quietly from the corner of his eye.

Hey, didn't look at him!

"At the end of winter, I heard the sound of spring coming, the book is a volume of changing world conditions, remembering the greenery of a tree Bodhi, inlaid with a frame of flowers and leaves quietly blooming on the picture of the years, blending with the fragrance of thick brush and ink, rendering the fragrance:

Meet, spring blossoms, from dawn and twilight to eternity.

In the ancient music house, I only felt that Jun looked back, which made me think about the dynasty and twilight.

You see, at this moment, I'm thinking about you. Ten years later, I'm picking them all up.

Those young pasts, those that you either remember or have long forgotten.

You see, at this moment, I'm missing you. Ten years later, I recalled the old time when I first met, and sent an ancient acacia from afar, which contained you who were once young and me who was inadvertently back then. ”

What? Young you and me?

Did he get something wrong?

Liu Ruixuan suddenly became a little confused.

Xia Yang's voice, as warm as before, was covered with a layer of light on his face, extremely gentle and gentle.

"In the blink of an eye, it's been ten years.

Ten years, the world hasn't changed much.

I, still, have a heart like glass, listening to songs, writing, and reminiscing. It seems that something has changed again.

Inadvertently, ten years have passed between bowing and frowning, and the memory has slowly gone away.

Some people and things are also slowly fading, and they are beginning to gradually lose their memory, but I can't give up every memory.

I suddenly began to understand that this spring had come to find memories:

At that time, you and I who met for the first time have been separated by ten years, and at this moment, I who remember writing and write, and I who met me for the first time, are still the same me, so, what about you? ”

This? Liu Ruixuan seemed to suddenly understand something.

A gust of wind blew, and he seemed to hear a slight sound coming, not very real, as if it was, sniffing.

Luo Yan, like him, was also moved?

"The white rabbit is running around, the clothes are not as good as the beginning, and the people are not as good as the old.

In the summer ten years later, listen to an old lovesick song and recall an ancient story that happened in an old time.

Then, in the spring light, write a text that meets you, and send an ancient acacia from afar, which includes me who was once young, and you who met you for the first time......"

"Yes, that's it." Luo Yan's voice whimpered a little, "It's so touching." ”

Yes, it's so touching!

Liu Ruixuan glanced at Luo Yan, then turned his head sideways and looked at Xia Yang.

Ten years of lovesickness?

Such a long article, such a deep affection

He thought, should this be Xia Yang's love for Zhu Yan?

A gust of wind blew, and suddenly I felt a little cool heat on my face, and some hot and cold, and reached out to wipe it and wiped a tear......

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