Chapter 9 The fragrance of spring peaches in March is re-fragrant

Evening Breeze Singing, Tao Ruifen,

Immediately the boy stepped on the smoke and dust.

Moth eyebrows smile, red note to,

What happened back then is now around.

Lying quietly Yinhan listens to whispers,

Haruka to the bright moon to send lovesickness.

Time carried her forward, moving her farther and farther away from those memories, and sometimes she felt scared, because the things she had always thought she would never forget were now gradually beginning to blur.

What was it that day that Jing Xuan asked her out? She couldn't remember. I only remember that the two of them walked side by side on the road, in April in the north, the wind was warm during the day, and the spring was cold at night. The peach blossoms are as bright as smoke in the daytime, and they seem to be quite enchanting at night. Qiu Se remembered that Jingxuan was probably not in a good mood that day, and he didn't like to talk and laugh as much as he used to. Qiu Se quietly accompanied him, trying to find a topic to tease him. Qiu Se couldn't recall what she talked about that night, she could only remember that later, Jing Xuan looked at her fixedly with a faint smile on her face, and said, "You made me forget someone." ”

Perhaps, Qiu Se did not think about what it meant to "forget a person" at that time; Perhaps, Jing Xuan himself doesn't know very well.

In fact, from the very beginning, until Qiu Se left, she never thought of being with Jing Xuan, she always knew in her heart that that man did not belong to her, but the tacit understanding and warmth when staying together was a temptation that the young Qiu Se could not resist.

Looking back now, the memories are all scattered, and many times, Qiu Se deliberately wants to forget some things, and sometimes, he is reluctant to forget many things.

In 2006, as a freshman, Jing Xuan had just transferred to their university. At the campus singer competition, a song "Floating Clouds" made Jing Xuan notice Qiu Se. She stood on stage without accompaniment, and the cappella made her look different, with a clear voice, full treble, and natural transposition. Jing Xuan was unconsciously attracted to her - the girl, wearing a white cotton suit, blue jeans, white sneakers, long black hair, clear water draped over her shoulders, because of the distance, she couldn't see her face clearly, just saw that she didn't move when she sang, just her body swayed with the rhythm at will.

Jing Xuan looked at Qiu Se on the stage and asked Deng Junhan beside him, "What's this girl's name?" ”

"Didn't you say it when you reported the curtain just now? It's called Qiu Se, it's from your class, don't you know it? Deng Junhan put his hands in his pockets and looked at Qiu Se on the stage.

"Our class?" Jing Xuan turned his head to look at Deng Junhan, "I really didn't pay attention." Jing Xuan looked at Qiu Se again, "Sing well." ”

"If you don't have an accompaniment, you won't be able to choose." Deng Junhan said firmly.

Jing Xuan didn't pick up any more.

Later, Jing Xuan said that it was probably at that moment that Qiu Se planted a seed in his heart.

Many times, love happens in a split second, and it doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong.

After gradually getting acquainted, Jing Xuan and Qiu Se often strolled around the campus, watching the pillars of light from the street lamps shine through the branches of the trees on the campus, sprinkling mottled spots all over the ground; Listen to the night wind blowing through the waves of the lake on campus, disturbing the broken gold reflected in the starry sky. When the peach blossoms are in full bloom in spring, they walk along Fenghai Road and enjoy the pink glow; In the summer, when the night dew is cool, they sit in the stands of the stadium and look up at the brilliant galaxy. They have always been affectionate, courteous, never half of the transgression, never talk about half of the feelings.

Deng Junhan said that when he was with them, Jing Xuan generally spoke very little. However, that was not the Jing Xuan that Qiu Se was familiar with.

still remembers those times together, Jing Xuan was always witty, eloquent, and talking, and sometimes exuded a faint melancholy temperament......

Jing Xuan likes literature, movies, and sports. He talked to Qiu Se about scar literature, saying that only after breaking free from the shackles of the spirit and truly emancipating the mind can people realize how many and deep the "scars" are...... Jing Xuan is like Qiu Se's enlightenment teacher, opening Qiu Se's hazy self-consciousness. Qiu Se is like a piece of jade with a good texture, its own luster, color, and water head make Jing Xuan can't help but want to raise her more warmly, he just admires it quietly, and never deliberately leaves traces of carving on this piece of jade. And jade, a natural spiritual creature, has been contaminated with the breath of people who appreciate her naturally and unconsciously after a long time. None of them deliberately left traces in each other's worlds, but they could not control the pen of time.

Time is always unconsciously, writing one script after another, either gratifying or depressing; rewrites the plot willfully in one script after another, and the originally complete plot may become regretful and sad; A happy beginning may be accompanied by an unsatisfactory ending, but it is as sweet as honey. In Jing Xuan and Qiu Se's script, the beginning and the end are accidents.

Qiu Se gently patted away the tears with his hand, and his eyes suddenly became firm. She walked briskly out of the riverside park, leaving the peach grove behind.

The spring peach in March is fragrant again, and the thing is not a tear.

That day, Qiu Se went to get a tattoo — she pierced the smoke on the side of her rib on the left, because it was the least conspicuous and closest to the heart.

The people who watch the peach blossoms together have started a new journey in life, and they also want to send a congratulatory gift to themselves to pay tribute to the dying youth and welcome the unknown.