In the ignorant flower season, every girl has a prince charming in her heart.

And Ye Qingchuan almost satisfied all girls' fantasies about princes,

A teenager wrapped in words such as gentleness, kindness, politeness, excellent grades, and elegance, whether he is standing in a daze in the empty stands or running through the playground track painted with sad colors of the sunset with headphones, there will always be countless eyes around him that spread towards him.

Isn't such a perfect boy the magnetic field of all girls?

No

That's not enough!

Lin Xueyao is the school flower of the first high school, and her grandfather is a retired senior cadre, who grew up in the flattery of countless people since he was a child.

Those rich second generations and children of high-ranking officials, she is not very eye-catching, and Cao Lei is only one of the many suitors.

An excellent boy from a high-level intellectual family like Ye Qingchuan is just excellent, and it is not enough to impress the heart of the goddess.

The campus is like an antenna that crosses overhead, dividing the unclear sky and the circle of living and learning for everyone.

In the whole semester when Ye Qingchuan entered the first year of high school, there was only one intersection between the two: at that time, Ye Qingchuan came out of the library, holding a large number of philosophy books in his arms and couldn't open the door, Lin Xueyao helped him open the door.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and that's it.

It wasn't until Lin Xueyao's junior year of high school that the school held the 16th Art Festival May Fourth Literature Grand Prix.

Among all the students' entries, there was a poem called "The Severed Hand of the Blue Sky" that caused an uproar, and it also received high praise in the field of literature, and was unanimously recognized as an excellent work of the Hazy Poetry School.

At that time, this work was crazy Amway by the girls, and Lin Xueyao was also affected, and the poem brought her a great shock-

Question: The severed hand table of the blue sky

In the blue sky, I saw the bell after the last sunrise nirvana,

My soul is exiled to the world, from barbarian to full of vicissitudes, that is not the sorrow of dreams,

The tenderness of the devil that Warsaw gave me, sent me an unreal fantasy,

I followed her vague figure to the distance on the other side, even if it was clear, it was an illusion,

In the blue sky, I let the enchanting seven flowers of evil stop on my body,

Burdened with sin, cutting through the cage of captivity, madness,

Who can break free from the shackles of perfection and play a magnificent movement that tramples everything,

The blue sky, the sad breath floats the black undead,

The human chrysalis standing on the waves, waiting for the opportunity to break out of the cocoon,

I'm helpless,

Maybe dead,

Are you still waiting for that far away,

The blue sky, mixed with the fire bathed in darkness, set up a long sword,

Shining with a sword light like stars, cut off my left hand leading to heaven,

Fighting each other in their dreams, getting eternal scars,

The severed left hand could not bear the so-called world, but it screamed but was as quiet as death,

The blue sky, with the sorrow and relief that death had given me, slept in a deep black mist,

After it all begins and ends,

Life and death overlap,

The end point overlaps the starting point,

Everything will eventually be destroyed, like a mirror reflection, and together they will go to hellish heaven,

The withered rose, still clinging to its black faith,

The deep night still mercilessly engulfs my tired figure,

Sadness is so gorgeous,

Lonely so forgetful,

The soul that has been wandering for a long time is obviously exhausted, but the hurt and pain are still unforgiving,

The blue sky, is it just a painful reincarnation!

The poetry is more prominent in terms of content and imagery, the rhetoric is gorgeous and beautiful, the text exudes a kind of lonely despair that is beyond reality, and the refreshing and arrogant atmosphere is like a bundle of wheat shining with golden light, and every time she reads it, it will sting her long-dried pupils.

She wondered more than once, what kind of person could write such a thing?

Later, this poem won the 'Special Award of the May Fourth Literature Grand Prix of the 16th Arts Festival'.

And the author of this poem is the only son of Ye Guo, a doctor of philosophy, Ye Qingchuan!

It was from then on that Lin Xueyao began to pay attention to this junior.

Two days later, one afternoon, Lin Xueyao and Ye Qingchuan met unexpectedly in the library.

At that time, Lin Xueyao was with several female classmates, and as soon as she raised her eyes, she saw Ye Qingchuan sitting at the window.

Everyone greeted him one after another, and Ye Qingchuan responded one by one.

Lin Xueyao was almost pushed in front of Ye Qingchuan by her companions, she took the initiative to nod her head, and the moment the two looked at each other, the junior hurriedly lowered his head and sorted out the books in his hand.

Lin Xueyao could see that he was a little flustered.

Suddenly, at that moment, Lin Xueyao felt that this boy was really cute, and he was very shy.

That day, the companions deliberately left space for the two to be alone.

There are not many people in the library, and the topics of the two are inseparable, from their respective experiences to hobbies, from trivial food and clothing to interesting conversations in the circle...... Talking, full of interest, eloquent, and laughing.

Ye Qingchuan thinks fluently, imaginatively, has wisdom and maturity that his peers do not have, and some insights often make Lin Xueyao feel like he is cleansing his soul.

She had never had such a pleasant conversation with someone.

When she asked about the mental process of creating the poem, Ye Qingchuan explained to her like this, "My mother said that profound literature is an art, an image that human beings can only perceive but cannot understand, and among them, 'pain literature' is the most precious.

And those who touch this type of field are often pessimistic.

They are often not understood by the world.

Such as Nietzsche,

Such as Van Gogh,

But it is precisely because of the pessimism that is deep in their bones that they are forced to think about the root of their suffering, so as to reach the state of harmony. ”

Lin Xueyao couldn't help but be in awe, "So, you also want to be such a person?" ”

Ye Qingchuan's answer was yes, "'painful' people are lonely, but loneliness is the relief behind loneliness, even in a loneliness, they can live like a lightning, the light is so dazzling that it passes through the entire night sky, and later generations actually see eternity through the light they emit!" ”

That conversation left a deep impression on Lin Xueyao, she felt that she had a special affection for this boy, and she had the idea of falling in love for the first time.

Later, Ye Qingchuan took the initiative to confess to her, "Senior sister, do you know? I'm not an extrovert, I've always lived in a place with poetry and distance, it's my own world, I've been living there carefree, without any concerns, but since I saw you, I felt a tremor in my heart, that tremor has never happened before, it's a new feeling, in an instant you occupy my body, you make me panic inexplicably, I have to hold your hand to make life regain meaning, from then on poetry and distance no longer belong to me alone, It's you and me, and with you, I can have the whole world again, be my girlfriend, it's the first time I've liked a girl like this......"

When Ye Qingchuan said this affectionate confession, he had the most fiery emotions and the most intoxicating gaze in the world.

Lin Xueyao was almost softened in that gaze.

That day, Lin Xueyao didn't agree, because Cao Lei had been pestering her, and her parents' affirmation made her hesitate.

In the end, she decided to ask for the opinion of another person: Charlotte!

Growing up, no matter what happened to her, she would not make up her own minds, but habitually relied on Charlotte.

That night, a cold wind blew outside the window.

Two women lay on a bed, and in this silence, there seemed to be a silent throbbing.

“…… Sister, you know what? Ye Qingchuan confessed to me today! ”

"Oh, yes, do you like him?"

"It makes me feel very comfortable to be with him, but my parents like Cao Lei,

Say, "Who should I choose?" ”

"Since you like Ye Qingchuan, let's try it, I can see that this boy is a reliable person, his eyes are very clean, and he is talented, if he bullies you one day, isn't there still me? How do I clean him up when I see it! ”

"However, Cao Lei and I are the right ones, and Ye Qingchuan has no company at home, I'm afraid my parents won't agree!"

"What do you care about them? Happiness is your own, love the person you like, and you won't regret it in the future! ”

"Okay, then I'll listen to you!"

Yes, as you know, the literary and artistic youth defeated the rich second generation and got the beauty as he wished.

Later, a year after Lin Xueyao graduated from university, Ye Qingchuan also graduated.

With his outstanding talent, he finally impressed Lin Xueyao's parents.

The parents of both parties are very satisfied with this marriage: the talented woman is a match made in heaven!

Then the two got engaged naturally, and Charlotte paid for a large villa as their wedding room.

In this way, the three of them lived a life of cohabitation without shame, although there was nothing to do with Charlotte, but she was quite happy to be this light bulb.

Can you imagine?

Two lives with different time and space, but the same thing has an extreme ending.

The two lives with tragic and happy endings are not an exaggeration to describe them as 'ice and fire', right?

In the hospital,

When Lin Xueyao recounts the happy time the two have together, a longing for happiness will appear in her eyes.

It seems that as long as Ye Qingchuan is discharged from the hospital, the two can go to get a marriage certificate.

Having a baby in the first year,

The second child was born in the second year,

In the third year, what and that,

Live happily ever after......

Ye Qingchuan was already tormented by this constantly reversing surprise.

At the same time, he is also grateful for his past self.

If he didn't have that excellent self, I'm afraid Lin Xueyao would never favor him like a dick.

Hearing Lin Xueyao say these things, Ye Qingchuan hugged her tighter and laughed happily.

All the bitterness and suffering of the past years seem to have been extinguished.

Be a happy person from tomorrow.

Cultivate divine skills, crisscrossing the rivers and lakes.

I have a game,

Simulate the past and change the future.

The blissful lightning told me

I'm going to do it all!