Qin Wafan and Zhao Hong, who were tired of fighting, fell asleep again.

"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.

Tracing back to it, the road is obstructive and long. Tracing from it, it is like being in the middle of the water.

The leaves are green, and the white dew is not dawning. The so-called Yi people are in the water of the Mae.

Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and climbing. Tracing from it, it is like being in the water.

The leaves are picked, and the white dew is not over. The so-called Yi people are in the water.

Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and right. Tracing from it, it is like being in the water. ”

Qin Wafan in his sleep seemed to be on the top of the sea where he was gathering on the day of his junior year, and the wind blew through the poem to Bai Pujia that they recited in unison, which was also their ideal back then!

Qin Wafan, who woke up, burst into tears, and looked at the lights that penetrated the curtains in the darkness with a pair of eyes open, as if he was in another world.

Counting on my fingers, but for more than three years, how can it seem like countless days have passed?

In this quiet night, he could finally reminisce freely about the various events between him and Bai Pujia. When he reads, he also watches romances, whether it is film and television or classes, most of them must have either happy or sad endings.

But he and Bai Pujia, is this happy or sad?

If you get and be together, you must be happy, and if you lose, if you are not together, it must be sad?

He thought that life, life, should not be such a one-size-fits-all, but have more and deeper things, about emotions, about the years after each birthday that flowed, those times that are worth calming down and savoring.

Probably, he and her are not the typical love he sees on weekdays: those passionate pursuits, those joys and sorrows are vividly displayed, and those many scenes that highlight the scenes, whether they are won or not, they all make people cry or rejoice.

In him and her, it is a restrained rationality, although this restrained rationality still comes from the inner infiltration of life.

He has lived in villages and towns, and ordinary people are inseparable from blind dates. Either welcome relatives and get married, suona pierces the clouds, and is red and festive, or settle the expenses of the meeting and scatter in two.

However, when the door of his life is opened, and the window can see farther away, he does not want to cycle the old path of his fathers, and live a past-like life of getting married and having children, and washing the colors into gray and black in the trivial day after day.

He always felt that he and Bai Yu, the birds who went out from the villages and towns and planted their wings in the university, should fly in the air, do their best, and have their own pursuits.

So, when I first saw the clouds in the sky, I loved and was loved, and I wanted to say goodbye; The eyebrows and eyes flew, it happened quietly, like a breeze and flowing water, after touching the eyebrow peak and eye waves, it immediately dissipated, just like him and Bai Pujia, in fact, Bai Yu and Qin Xiaoxue, aren't they the same? It's just that the ending is different.

Although he still cares about Bai Pujia, like most people, he is not exempt from vulgarity, and he wants to enter married life: family organization and offspring reproduction are indispensable.

But what about other than that? Between his jaws and his head, what did he and those young people like himself see, what could he see, and what did he want to see?

Or, there is no shortage of self-examination, in the minimalism, in life itself, what did he and them see?

He remembered again that on the lawn of the university campus, Bai Pujia once mentioned to him with full memories that a few years ago, when she was a teenager in high school, she always lay quietly on the wooden bed in the dormitory before her lunch break, and in the midst of the bustling noise of her roommates, she always had to plug her earbuds to listen to a Yue Opera "Liang Zhu" accompanied by Yu Lina's violin concerto.

The sound of the piano and the singing of Qingyue, all jumping and flying in my mind are all the autumn waves and tactful expressions of the two of them. What she yearns for is about love, which is the eyes of those two people flying, and the firm will of those two hearts.

She also asked him if it was a tragedy or a comedy. He was silent, and she was obviously unrecognizable. But it is irrefutable that when they listen together, the people in the play live in the hearts of him and her who have heard this story, transcending age and class - this is the only time that he and her hearts resonate.

Thinking about it this way, as a fan of "Liang Zhu", Bai Pujia, of course, hopes that the love and life she has can also survive like this.

But the original and long-lasting expectation must be different for everyone. This is why he and she have always used different ways of pursuing to extract the most primitive threads of their own life souls, and then integrate them into their respective lives again, inspiring him and her not to be reduced to mediocrity in the ordinary and ordinary.

Therefore, only in this way, let's live, Pujia seems to be pursuing a life as bright as art in the blue sky, and the life that Qin Wafan has lived and is living in is the yearning born from those oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, and those people who have me and I have you all kinds of touches and discoveries - he has no choice, according to his heart and understanding, he can only choose this way.

It's just that from now on, no matter where he goes or when he lives, there will be a white pampa in his heart.

Bai Pujia is the elegance that will not wither in his youth, a pure soul, imperfect, but pure at the beginning of his life.

She is also the continuation of his youth in life, and it is the star that he still does not forget to look up at after his youth enters the reality of life - chasing her starlight, he finds a larger starry sky.

Isn't it? Above the tiled building of his large factory-style office, there was originally an eternal starry sky, hiding what she once said, in the vast history, in the life of the universe, generation after generation, the most important secret to explore - the secret of the starry sky, he kept it with her to explore slowly.

And the eternal white leaf that nested warmly in his heart was one of the stars, which was insignificant, but when it fell into his eyes, it became the black morning star that illuminated the night in his heart.

Bai Pujia, when he read the Book of Poetry for her and watched her come out of the white dew of the Book of Poetry, he carried his longing for a long time in history.

She lives in his life, in his heart, she is a part of his soul, if one day there is no shadow of her, it may be that he is lost on the way forward, or, she is in a certain backlight he walked by, before he has time to find it again - as for whether to find it back after it is lost, time will give the answer.

Yes, in the dream that Qin Wafan is pursuing, there is a white leaflet.

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