Listen, the tip of the pen touches the paper, and the sound rises and falls intermittently. Like the wind blowing into the upper floors, Yun Rou burst out with a delicate scream, and then the echo fell little by little, and was buried in the fertile soil.

If you have paid attention to such a sound, you will know that Jiang Xiaomian must be sitting in front of the drawing board at this moment.

The kapok stretched out along the path of the sun, and the coiled branches of the kapok approached the windows of the tall buildings. As if to get a glimpse of the girl with the paintbrush, or to wait to see a portrait of herself.

The high-rise building of this dance studio, which can sketch Kapok with a close-up vision, is a place that Jiang Xiaomian has calculated a long time ago. It is her habit to paint kapok once a year. At this point in time, the students gathered at the opening ceremony, and she was deliberately absent and hid here to relax.

Xiang Dongyang didn't see Jiang Xiaomian at the opening ceremony, so she was expected to be here. When I looked for her, I saw her sitting in front of the window and intertwining with the kapok.

"Xiao Mian..."

During the lonely painting time, I heard a call. Jiang Xiaomian never thought that Xiang Dongyang would come quietly at this time. She smiled at him with starry eyes, and continued to work on the painting in her hand.

Xiang Dongyang moved over the stool and sat quietly next to him, looking at the curves outlined by Jiang Xiaomian's pen, and a few strokes became the outline of the kapok branches. The speed of the flowing painting seems to have been upgraded to a magic brush by the brushes she used. Before Xiang Dongyang could react, the outline of the entire kapok plant jumped out of the paper. He thought to himself how many painting fanatics' souls had to be cultivated in this painting technique, and he felt that the kapok he had painted was at most a three-year-old child's graffiti.

Jiang Xiaomian looked at him muffled beside him, and asked while drawing, "Aren't you going to attend the opening ceremony?" ”

"The ceremony is like this every year, what is there to see. No, it's better to admire the paintings. ”

Jiang Xiaomian didn't say anything more, and picked out orange and red brushes to the green box Faber Carapace. The petals are painted dark orange first, and the core is finally covered with a light shade of red. In simple terms, this kapok is so monotonous that it makes people feel that it is just full of orange.

In Changnan, red kapok can be seen everywhere, and orange-red kapok is by no means uncommon. And this kapok in the school, which blooms every year, is a rare orange color.

"Xiaomian, do you know how old this orange kapok is?"

"The school has a history of more than 100 years, and this kapok tree must be less than 100 years old." She stopped thinking about it and said, "Such an ancient tree, I think it's almost a hundred years." ”

“NO NO NO！” Xiang Dongyang shook his index finger, "This tree is one hundred and twenty years old!" ”

Jiang Xiaomian questioned: "Who told you?" You believe him, he's not a tree planter. ”

After she finished speaking, the sound of the tip of the pen sounded deep and focused. Feeling that the color was running out of color, he stopped sharpening his pencil, turned the sharpener, and shook the circles of cut sawdust into the trash.

Seeing Jiang Xiaomian's disbelieving expression, he added a sufficient sentence: "This is what the old doorman told me when I first entered college." He said that when the campus was built, the tree was already there, and it was not cut down. ”

After hearing this, the corners of her mouth raised a smile and blew the scraps on her hand, "Fortunately, I didn't cut it, and it is estimated that Changnan will never be able to find the second orange kapok tree." ”

These words reminded Xiang Dongyang, and he said again: "I have seen their old photos from the 60s, and the kapok trees here at that time were two side by side, both with orange flowers. But then one died. ”

Jiang Xiaomian was so shocked that he opened his mouth and asked, "A good ancient tree, with deep roots, why did it die so easily?"

"Because this building was built in the last 10 years, the roots of the tree were injured when digging the foundation, so only this one remained."

"It's a pity..."

Jiang Xiaomian sighed and didn't ask anything anymore, and after sharpening the pen, he added color to the last kapok, but the tip of the pen was too sharp, and the tip of the small millimeter was lightly broken as soon as he touched the paper.

She took out the knife and prepared to sharpen it manually, when suddenly the hand holding the pen was grasped and moved back to the point where she had drawn. The sunlight shone in, projecting two overlapping arms onto the ground. Holding the back of your hand in your palm pushes the brush across the paper, the tip of the pen rattles again.

"The last kapok is enough to paint without sharpening a pencil."

These words came close to his ears, and Jiang Xiaomian clearly felt his breath. When I turned my head to look back at him, my lips inadvertently brushed against that cheek. She twisted back in shyness, and her heart moved.

Jiang Xiaomian felt that he couldn't exert any strength, so he could only blindly obey his strength, and his heart followed his hand on the paper. The nib of the pen is broken and mutilated, and little by little it is blunt into a sleek rectangle. The orange of the last kapok was painted without failure.

"Xiang Dongyang, are you very good at drawing?"

He let go of his hand and scratched his head: "It will be a little bit, but it is not as good as you." Take this kapok as an example, I can't draw the part of the branch every time, so I only like to draw individual kapok. ”

Jiang Xiaomian found it hard to believe that a big man would be interested in flowers, and he was also keen on painting flowers, so he opened his eyes widely: "Every time? You can also draw kapok? You're a big man. ”

Xiang Dongyang looked at her unprecedentedly terrifying monster, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but smile, "Huh, what's the matter?" Don't believe me? Men can't like flowers! ”

Jiang Xiaomian picked up his paintbrush and muttered, "If Han Feiran told me that he likes flowers, it would be more credible..."

"Xiaomian, do you know where I met you?"

Jiang Xiaomian looked at him and thought to himself, isn't it here, and heard him say again: "Let's go, let's go see the kapok tree."

"Huh? What are you doing there..."

Jiang Xiaomian hadn't finished speaking, and he had already been pulled out of the dance studio. She thought he was going to the row of kapok trees at school, but he was pulled to the bicycle stack.

Xiang Dongyang pushed out the bicycle and patted the dust on the back seat: "Xiaomian, I'm carrying you." ”

"Where are you taking me?"

"Come on, you'll find out when you go."

Jiang Xiaomian sat sideways in the back seat, not daring to hug his waist, so he grabbed his clothes lightly. Along the way, she seemed to be stuck to the truth that "men and women don't kiss each other". Because of the fast speed of the car, the spring breeze blows in her ears, and she occasionally leans against his back by inertia because of his sudden braking. Each time she brushed her ear hair, and then she was embarrassed to walk away.

She didn't know, in fact, those brakes were deliberately used by Xiang Dongyang.

Jiang Xiaomian didn't know where Xiang Dongyang was going to take her, but she felt that the end was far away. The double shadow slanted with the wind, passing by the kapok all over the city, and riding on the road with kapok shade to the winter. The wind cooled through the drizzle, because there was shade from the flowers, and because the rain was so small that it didn't matter, they didn't notice the drizzle, and they went all the way.

The wheels crushed the kapok on the ground, like a white horse passing through a gap, and suddenly it was far away. Even Jiang Xiaomian felt like a year had passed.

Xiang Dongyang drove her and parked at the gate of the city's No. 1 Middle School. He laughed at the fact that he had just run several avenues, and it was difficult for him to worry about this bike! Congratulations, God is also fulfilling them, and the school gatekeeper just happened to be sitting in the door and napping!

Non-outsiders are not allowed to enter easily. Otherwise, Xiang Dongyang would probably take her over the wall to get in. Even after three years, even if you climb over the wall, you are still familiar with the road.

Jiang Xiaomian followed him into the school, puzzled all the way: "What are you bringing me here for?"

"You've been studying here for ten days, and you don't have any feelings at all?"

Jiang Xiaomian blinked, "Huh? "How do you know I've been here for ten days?" ”

He dragged her to the library before replying, "Not only do I know you've been here for ten days, but I also know where you've been staying regularly."

After Xiang Dongyang finished speaking, he pointed to the kapok tree in front of the building, the bench, which was still there along the traces of time.

He smiled and said, "Back then, you were here to paint, you were here to read."

Xiang Dongyang's words were amazing, Jiang Xiaomian felt as if time had buried a lot of secrets, no wonder when they met for the first time, he would immediately call out his name.

"So, this school is where you know me."

Xiang Dongyang smiled: "If you really want to investigate it carefully, it's not that this bench, I have known you since the freshman performance, but you didn't notice me." To the Oak Tree. ”

Jiang Xiaomian's sleeping memory was suddenly awakened, and he looked at him and smiled: "I remember, "To the Oak Tree" was a poem I recited when I was a year."

"Bang", a mahoganyk fell quickly, and the petals were still moistened by a drizzle. The sound of falling is the good news of the flower season, and it is also the sigh of the falling flowers.

Jiang Xiaomian looked at the voice and said a word of loss, "Look, the flowers just bloomed and fell again." ”

"So, cherish the people in front of you, and the happiness in front of you." After Xiang Dongyang finished speaking, he hugged Jiang Xiaomian, "You should know that I like you not from college, but from here." ”

At this moment, Jiang Xiaomian strongly felt that his confession had been said thousands of times before. And every time it is ravaged and crushed by itself. Her arms were bent in mid-air, not knowing what to do. "Dongyang, I don't want to..."

He didn't give her a chance to refuse, blocking what she was about to say, "Don't reject me again, say you don't like me or anything like that." I'm immune to these words. ”

As soon as Xiang Dongyang's words fell, a staggered applause suddenly sounded.

"Where's the applause?"

When he looked at Dongyang, he noticed that there were five or six students standing next to him.

One of the students took the lead in joking: "Senior sister, you can promise the confession of the senior!" ”

"yes, yes!"

Xiang Dongyang listened to their words, couldn't help but laugh, and secretly rejoiced: "God actually gave me divine help..."

As soon as he finished thinking about it, God did not fulfill people's wishes, and a few heavy rains fell, and everyone dispersed.

Xiang Dongyang hurriedly took off his coat, blocked Jiang Xiaomian's head to avoid the rain, and let the heavy rain fall on his body, "Let's go, let's go to the library to take shelter from the rain." ”

The rain became more and more pouring, and the two partridges that scattered the branches knocked down the red of the kapok, and they also did not understand the style and erased the double rows of footprints they left behind.

Looking at the rain, it is estimated that it will not stop for a while and a half. Xiang Dongyang dried the rain from his clothes, "I'm afraid we're going to have to stay here for a while." ”

"Lin Shen should be looking for me, I'll give her a call." After Jiang Xiaomian finished speaking, he touched his pocket, only to find that he had left his mobile phone in the dance studio where he was sketching just now.

Xiang Dongyang smiled and touched his pocket: "Use my phone!" But he also fished out, and then looked confused, "Dizzy, I forgot to bring it in the dormitory." ”

Jiang Xiaomian smiled, "It's okay, it's not a big deal." ”

Xiang Dongyang saw that her clothes were damp, covered her hands and asked, "Isn't it cold?" Luckily, I brought my wallet, so I'll find a clothes store to change your clothes later. Otherwise, if you fall into the lake yesterday and get drenched in the rain today, you will be seriously ill. ”

Jiang Xiaomian moved his hand and squatted down to tie his shoelaces, before he stood up and said, "It's okay, it's not very soaky, but it's you who are drenched badly."

"Are you concerned about me?" Xiang Dongyang sneered.

Jiang Xiaomian pretended not to hear it, and turned his head to look at the rain.

At the same time, on the university side, Ye Yao went to the dance studio to get an umbrella, and when he was about to leave, he heard a mobile phone ring on the table next to him.

"This seems to be Jiang Xiaomian's mobile phone." Ye Yao thought about it, staring at the screen at the words "Lin Shen called". She pressed the answer button, and a voice came from the other side.

"Xiaomian, where are you?"

Lin Shen heard the sound of the other side not squeaking, and shouted into the phone one by one.

After Ye Yao confirmed that this was Jiang Xiaomian's mobile phone, there was an evil smile on his mouth, and the hatred in his heart suddenly made people panic like rain.

"Sister, are you so slow to hold an umbrella?" Ye Yao's urging voice sounded at the door.

Ye Yao hurriedly hid her mobile phone and promised: "Okay, I'm here!" ”

The rain was still getting heavier and heavier, and even in the evening, there was no hint of wanting to stop.

Xiang Dongyang didn't know where to find an umbrella, so he ran back to the library and said, "You can go, let's go to a nearby mall to change our clothes first, otherwise we won't be able to go back to see them when we're wet." ”

Jiang Xiaomian nodded, and squeezed under a small umbrella with Xiang Dongyang, and along the way, the rain under his feet flowed to his ankles. When they walked out of the school gate, they looked around and saw the shadow of his bicycle!

was so angry that he patted his head at Dong Yang and cursed: "Damn, I forgot to lock the car!" , what thief again! ”

"It's raining too hard, so someone borrowed it and rode it away. When the rain stops, maybe he'll come back. ”

Jiang Xiaomian's comfort made Xiang Dongyang laugh, why is she so stupid! He is such a valuable bicycle, even if it is really borrowed, it is estimated that he will not be willing to return it after riding. And it's not the first time it's been stolen, either it's been picked or it's just ridden away.

"Leave it alone." Xiang Dongyang pointed not far away and said, "There is a mall over there, let's go over there." ”

When you come to the mall, you step into the slippery ground, and there are not many people who really come to shop and consume, but there are a lot of people sheltering from the rain.

"Xiaomian, what do you like? How about this red shirt? Xiang Dongyang took a big red dress to the side and compared it to Jiang Xiaomian, and then put his fingers on his chin to admire, "It's not good, it looks dark." After saying that, he picked out other clothes to compete, and put them on his arms and dangled them with his footsteps.

Jiang Xiaomian took back the clothes one by one, and picked out an ordinary white shirt and a pair of light gray wide-leg pants, "I'll just set it this way." This... I'll pay you back for this dress. ”

Xiang Dongyang looked at her face embarrassed, and smiled: "What's awkward?" You are the daughter of a rich family, is it possible that I am still afraid that you will run away in debt? ”

Then he pulled her to the men's clothing area, "You are studying fashion design, you have to help me pick a set!" ”

"Me?" Jiang Xiaomian frowned, then shook his head and said, "I don't know how to pick, I've never helped a man pick clothes." ”

Xiang Dongyang took out a piece of clothing with Luffy printed on it, and shouted in the posture of the classic discourse Luffy: "From today on, I want to be the man of One Piece!" ”

Jiang Xiaomian was about to sneer, but after he finished speaking, he leaned into her ear and whispered: "However, I want to be your man more." ”

Such words were too frivolous for Jiang Xiaomian, and her face changed on the spot: "If you say this again, I will ignore you!" "As he spoke, he was leaving.

"Well, I was wrong! Then you can help me choose a dress! ”

Jiang Xiaomian looked up to the sky helplessly and closed his eyes, then looked at the hanging board, and casually pointed to a piece of clothing printed with Mr. Bean: "It's very stupid!" After saying that, he sat on the sofa and waited.

The shopping guide covered his mouth and snickered beside him, which made Xiang Dongyang dumbfounded.

"Sir, do you need this? The fitting room is over there. ”

Jiang Xiaomian didn't speak anymore, and he didn't have room to shirk, so he replied simply: "L size, wear it now." ”

After settling the bill, don't say anything, Xiang Dongyang's return rate in new clothes is quite high.

They passed by the underwear store next to them, and the store was full of colorful sexy underwear, and the word embarrassment was slapped on the faces of Jiang Xiaomian and Xiang Dongyang by a huge slap, and they couldn't buckle it no matter how they buttoned it.

What's even worse is that the shopping guide lady stood at the door to solicit guests, she was very good at looking at her face, and greeted Dongyang: "Handsome guy, bring your girlfriend in and have a look!" ”

God, how could there be such a fatal thing, Jiang Xiaomian instantly felt that the face of his ancestors for eight lifetimes was lost today.

"You... Take a look at what kind of clothes you like,... I'll be waiting for you right here! Xiang Dongyang blushed and stuffed his wallet into Jiang Xiaomian's hand.

She clutched her wallet and didn't dare to look at him directly, "Then you wait for me here, I'll go in." ”

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