Hu Lingling said: "The love of the post-90s post-90s is helpless, broken, silent, and more sad.

In the flashy season, the ruthless memory is like a yellowed photo destroying the memory of the people, the tree of love of the post-80s has long been fruitful, and the post-90s have grown from the tender branches and buds to the saplings ready to move.

I don't know why, I want to write about the love of the post-90s generation when I turn on the computer, maybe my eyes can no longer stand the so-called love built on money, so I want to write, right-click to create a new text-based document - OK - open - put down.

His name is Murong Xuan, whenever someone hears his name, they will inevitably think that I am a girl, contrary to the name, he is a pure man, with the proud and unrestrained temperament of a southerner, he likes to write, to be precise, he likes to be quiet in the sun, and then close his eyes and think deeply about how comfortable his future life is, or how difficult it is?

Murong Xuan's father was a very simple farmer, in Murong Xuan was very young, his mother left in a hurry after leaving a letter because she disliked such a difficult life, and in her memory, her mother had golden hair, less than 1. At 60 years old, his mother was holding him most of the time, because when he was a child, he was born with sepsis and rarely walked, whenever he saw children of the same age running freely in the field or swimming and playing in the stream, he would snuggle up in his mother's arms in frustration, listen to his mother's story, and then sleep quietly, which is the only memory left, although it seems a little lonely.

The father said that soon after his mother left, he had the opportunity to come with a large amount of money, and because of that money, his illness was cured, perhaps for Murong Xuan, he never had a trace of gratitude, but more just complaining, puzzled, and confused. From then on, he hated women who loved vanity, to the point of disgust.

"After eating, I went to work in the field, yesterday's seedlings have not been planted, today you have to be sharper." Father scooped up the hot and painful porridge as he turned his head and said to Murong Xuan.

Murong Xuan didn't seem to hear it, just looked at his father's vigorous and vicissitudes of life, nodded, took the faint smoke of the rice, and gestured with chopsticks to pick up the leftovers on the plate.

The early sun shines on the wall through his thatched house, the air is filled with the smell of smoke produced by rural people when cooking, Murong Xuan lifts a stool and sits at the door of the house to enjoy the orange-red sun in the morning, the mountains in the distance cover most of the body of the early sun, and you can faintly see half of the horns hanging diagonally in the mountains, as if it may fall down at any time, not so much a sunrise, but a sunset.

The college entrance examination is approaching, and Murong Xuan spends most of his time reviewing or looking at stacks of review materials with a sluggish eye, the thick review materials are pressed on the desk, and the table legs seem to be broken by the weight of the materials at any time.

Murong Xuan was admitted to a key university in Xiamen with excellent grades, and then the atmosphere of study became even more tense, because his family was poor, he had to save money when he was single, try to reduce his father's burden, and not make trouble for the family, every time his father called, he would reply, "Well, it's a good life, Dad, you have to take care of your health." In fact, it is not the case, most of the people who studied in that high school are rich children, all of them have thousands of assets, he will inevitably be excluded and ridiculed, but for him, grades are more important, Murong Xuan has had an ideal since he was a child, that is, to read a lot of books, learn a lot of knowledge, and find a good job to serve his father.

In the summer of the second semester, Murong Xuan got acquainted with Xiaoying, Xiaoying is a very simple girl, like most girls, with bangs, no hair dyeing, no perm, no makeup, iconic good girl, obviously, there are only a handful of such girls in this school.

Xiaoying studied in the music department, and was born with a natural and pure voice, with a superior family background, but it was simple, unlike other girls in the school who wore brand-name clothes and brand-name bags, and liked to stand in the corridor in his spare time to look at Murong Xuan in the opposite class, watching him study, surrounded by a group of noisy students, and he was not affected at all, until one day, Xiaoying made up her mind to ask him for a QQ number, after school, she looked for Murong Xuan alone in the cafeteria, and then sat opposite Murong Xuan, Very euphemistically asked him to run away after taking the QQ number, Murong Xuan sat on the seat with a dazed and overwhelmed expression, and continued to eat the dishes on the plate.

After returning to the dormitory, Murong Xuan picked up his mobile phone and found that a stranger had added his QQ number, and he was not curious, because he knew which girl he met in the cafeteria just now, and replied, "It's you, right?" The one in the canteen pressed the reply and started studying, and after a while, the girl replied with a message, "Well, you're that Xiao Xuan from the literature department, right?" Xiao Xuan? Except for his father, it seemed that no one had ever called him like this, and suddenly he felt warmth that he had never felt before.

In the next few years, they went shopping together, ate an ice cream together in the same ice cream shop, looked up at the stars under the tree, counted a few traces of popular crossings together, and silently made a wish in their hearts, on TV, Murong Xuan often saw that the woman's parents refused to accept the marriage because they disliked the poverty of the man's family, the boy didn't know how long this kind of love could last, but he was very persistent, and the girl also knew the situation of the boy's family, and rushed to pay the bill every time she was shopping, she would not dislike the boy at all, because she knew that Murong Xuan was a very self-motivated person, and she would definitely treat herself well in the future.

After graduation, Xiaoying wanted to take Murong Xuan home to show her parents, under Xiaoying's repeated urging Murong Xuan went, when she first stepped into the door, she couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart, the conditions of the girl's home are really incomparable, with her own swimming pool, empty garage and security, obviously, it was a luxurious villa.

Xiaoying's parents had a good impression of Yuxuan at first sight, so they left him to have dinner together, and at dinner, Xiaoying's parents asked Murong Xuan about the situation at home very directly, and Murong Xuan replied very sincerely, "Peasant." The originally kind Xiaoying's parents suddenly urged Murong Xuan to finish dinner, Murong Xuan knew very well that his love with Xiaoying was about to end, maybe it was too unrealistic at that time, and the simple two people didn't take into account that each other might not be first-class people.

After dinner, Murong Xuan left very indifferently, Xiaoying tried very hard to persuade her parents, but after all, she was a single daughter in the family, and her parents could not let her marry a farmer's son.

That night, Murong Xuan sat under the tree he used to go to and looked at the stars and cried, Xiaoying also cried, sitting on the windowsill of his house and looking at the place where Murong Xuan often went in the distance, he couldn't help but burst into tears, perhaps because of the deep memories left by a few years of college love, missing those days spent together in the ice cream shop, missing the days when two people ate an ice cream together, missing.

In the second year after graduating, the boy saved enough money to open a small ice cream shop next to the bustling street market, and in this way, Murong Xuan spent many days and months alone, expecting that her memory of the girl would gradually fade under the erosion of time, and then he struggled to forget, but in exchange for more unforgettable memories.

One day in the summer, when a girl with bangs opened the door and walked into a small ice cream shop, she ordered a vanilla-flavored ice cream, vanilla-flavored ice cream, which was the ice cream that Murong Xuan and Xiaoying never got tired of every time they went to the ice cream shop, but Murong Xuan didn't expect that this girl was Xiaoying, although time is passing and the years are changing, the former brother Xiaoying has no influence at all, still has Qi bangs, does not dye his hair, does not perm, and dresses simply, the two of them seem a little overwhelmed when they meet after a few years. The two hugged each other and cried.

Perhaps one summer day, when you pass by a certain street in a certain city, you will find that there is a boy and a girl busy in the ice cream parlor, and the girl helps the boy wipe the sweat from the corner of his clothes from time to time, and his face shows a smile that is full of the country and the city.