"That's right."

Hu Lai responded.

"You already have a cousin, how can you pick up other girls' handkerchiefs."

Liu Ruixuan turned his head to look at Hu, laughed, and was silent.

He didn't want to explain, and he didn't have to.

Lailai has always been by his side, even if he doesn't, Lailai has news from his cousin, and he is always notified as soon as possible.

Five years ago, he was ignorant, thinking that the beautiful handkerchief on that side was just good-looking.

But five years later, he was familiar with 500 Tang poems, but he knew that handkerchiefs have been a thing of love since ancient times.

The king of the Tang Dynasty built a poem: a red Luo handkerchief, and a pair of cicadas were painted in the center. That's what it means, seeing things is like seeing people.

When I first read this poem, it was during the summer vacation of the second grade, when he had nothing to do, he rummaged through the hemp pockets at home and pulled out several Tang poems.

My mother and father laughed and walked away and went to grind tofu and sell tofu.

His one-year-old Xiuxiu looked at the book "Childhood" very seriously, the books he had read.

At that time, he was stunned and didn't understand, so he folded the page.

But suddenly remembered that his cousin had given him a beautiful handkerchief for two years, and he turned it over and over, and found it at the bottom of the dusty treasure box under the bed.

Looking at the squarely folded handkerchief, as well as the thin plastic bag on the outside of the handkerchief, he was stunned for a moment.

When did he put this handkerchief in the treasure box? When did it come into a plastic bag?

He walked out with a handkerchief and saw Xiuxiu, who was originally sitting and reading, raise his head.

"Brother, what did you take?" Xiuxiu glanced at him and glanced at his hand.

"Handkerchief." He answered and sat down.

The heart opened and looked, on the white background, a few light and fluttering clouds, blue and blue sky, light pink flower bones, green lotus leaves, the ruffles are still clear two words: shallow.

His memories came alive in an instant.

This is the handkerchief that his cousin once gave him!

That early summer, and his cousin who suddenly arrived in that summer, suddenly filled his memory.

Two years is that short time, but it is so long?

It seemed like he hadn't heard anything about his cousin in a long time.

At the beginning of the first grade, they would mention it, and they would wonder if their cousin would send them a letter back.

Later, when he was in the second grade, he only remembered to study hard, to help Uncle Hu come to see him, and not to bully Aunt Wu Wei.

Later, there was no later, they rarely mentioned their cousin, and then the second grade was over, and July came, and it was now.

He took the handkerchief and walked out, and Xiuxiu's shout came from behind him, brother, where are you going?

"I'll look for it." He answered and walked out of the courtyard gate.

If he hadn't read the poem by accident, he might have forgotten, no, not perhaps, but, had.

It's just that how precious was this handkerchief at that time?

Liu Ruixuan looked at the handkerchief in his hand again, but why did he suddenly forget it.

Later, at the entrance of Lailai's village, I met my father and mother who had returned from selling tofu.

They asked him where he was going?

He, come and see.

The mother glanced at him, glanced at the handkerchief he was holding, the smile on his face was stunned for a moment, and then laughed again.

asked him with a smile, this handkerchief was turned out by you again?

Well. Liu Ruixuan smiled embarrassedly, he was reading Tang poems just now, and he happened to see a poem about handkerchiefs, so he went to find it.

Oh? Liu Fen instantly came to his senses, leaned the flatbed on the ground, beckoned to him, and showed his father, which one did you read?

Liu Ruixuan blinked, and memorized the poem he had just read very seriously, holding a red Luo handkerchief, and drawing a pair of cicadas in the center.

Well. After listening to this, Liu Fen nodded and sent acacia with a handkerchief.

"Huh? Acacia? Liu Ruixuan blurted out, "Isn't the most lovesick thing about this thing red beans?" ”

"Hahaha." Liu Fen laughed, "Red beans are lovesick things, but lovesick things are not only red beans, like letters, diaries, or a certain item sent to the other party can become lovesick things." ”

Liu Ruixuan looked at his father in confusion.

Liu Fen smiled and pointed to the handkerchief in Liu Ruixuan's hand, "This handkerchief is too." Handkerchiefs have been a thing of love since ancient times. ”

"Huh?" Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but open his mouth wide, "This is a gift from my cousin." ”

"Hahaha." Liu Fen laughed, "Daddy gave you a story, it was a white handkerchief from his wife after the Ming Dynasty writer Yang Shen was demoted to another country, and he chanted a poem "Supa"; Don't write love words, don't write poems, one side Su Pa sends lovesickness, Lang Jun deliberately looks at the horizontal silk (thinking) to the vertical silk (thinking). ”

Xuan Hua walked over from behind, raised his hand and patted Liu Fen's shoulder, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Do I have a beard?" Liu Fen glanced at Xuan Hua, and then looked at Liu Ruixuan, "I'm teaching Rui common sense about handkerchiefs." This handkerchief can't be collected indiscriminately, it used to be like this, and now, few people use it. ”

"That's enough." Xuan Hua slapped Liu Fen on the shoulder again, "Rui can memorize the poem, the content of the poem, you don't need to understand it for the time being, he is only a second-grade student." ”

"Still in second grade? He started his third grade. Liu Fen snorted, "It's not good to memorize poems, you have to understand and remember, you have to understand the content, you have to know how to appreciate it, and you want to ...... back then."

"Are you finished?" Xuan Hua handed over a look, and kicked again.

Liu Ruixuan clearly saw that his father immediately shut up, stood up, smashed his mouth, and waved at him: "Let's go, go home, Rui." ”

Liu Ruixuan laughed and responded, "Hey." ”

I followed Daddy and went home.

The trees on both sides of the road rustled in the occasional wind, and in that noise, looking at the handkerchief in his hand, he suddenly remembered that the girl with two pigtails had come.

She rushed over, poked him in the forehead, and said loudly, Is it so hard for you to marry me?

He raised his head slightly, turned his head back, and said very seriously, it's not difficult, if you let me marry, I will marry.

The girl giggled, you play the most, and she agreed.

Later, he would inadvertently think of his cousin, and when he saw the handkerchief, he received a letter from his cousin in April, three years later.

He had a strange feeling in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, five years have passed.

Liu Ruixuan turned his head to look at Hu.

Hu Laiyi stretched out his hand and hooked his neck: "Let's go, when I see my cousin at the beginning of school in September, I will beat her up for me, but I haven't replied for so long." ”

Liu Ruixuan laughed and pushed Hu Lai: "I can't beat her." Going to hit you to her. ”

"Okay, you, now start to focus on sex and light friends?" Hu Lai smiled and hooked Liu Ruixuan's neck again.

"Yes, so what?" Liu Ruixuan pushed Hu Lai's face, "The two of us combined, we may not be able to beat my cousin?" ”

"Yes." Hu Lai smiled, "Then let's forget it, let's find a place to play first." ”

"Let's go, let's go to my house." Liu Ruixuan responded, "I took out two pockets of books from the old house last night, which is enough for us to read this summer." ”

"Okay." Hu Lai responded and laughed, "You nerd." ”

Liu Ruixuan also laughed.

Laughter startled the unknown bird perched on the plane tree.

Teacher Zhang by the window sat back in his seat, let's not do it first, let's be happy.

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