In the past few days, the earth-shaking noise has tossed Xiang home enough.

Xiang Dongyang stayed in the room, staring at the signed letter of persuasion, which was the most disobedient and costly signature he had ever signed in his life. The door squeaked, and Xiang Xiyan came in with a bitter face.

Without waiting for Xiang Xiyan to speak, Xiang Dongyang learned the answer from her expression. He asked gloomily, "What, is Dad still trying to let me go to the United States?" ”

"Yes, he's already said hello to a connected person in the U.S., and with my letter of sponsorship and your grades, there's no problem with Duke University. But when you get there, you'll have to start from scratch. It's not as good as China, and you have to adapt to the East..."

Xiang Dongyang's eyes barely flashed a glimmer of light, interrupting the lobbyist's words and sneering: "Mom and Dad are really good at training talents, you came back from school and sent me away, I won't go." ”

"Dong Yang, you have to understand that even if you don't go, staying in Changnan won't help. With such a big commotion, what will happen to your studies? Besides, every time the Ye family comes to make trouble, you can be more peaceful if you are not in Changnan. Xiang Xiyan's word "Taiping" was only halfway said, and he was hit back by Xiang Dongyang with a pillow.

Xiang Xiyan knows the situation very well, and it is the best choice to let him go abroad. But she also understands that the reason why Xiang Dongyang is unwilling to go abroad is nothing more than that Changnan has people he cares about and can't give up. But this time, the mess that Xiang Dongyang caused was too big, and it wasn't like when I was a child, I had a fight to pay a few medical bills, and I could end it by apologizing.

"Dad also let me inform you that the ticket has been booked, next Saturday, twelve o'clock at noon. There's still a week to go, so get ready. After Xiang Xiyan finished speaking, he went out.

"I'm not going!" Xiang Dongyang repeated it resolutely, and her sister didn't say anything more, only hearing her sigh and the sound of the door closing slightly in the air.

Xiang Dongyang dialed Lin Shen's phone: "Hey, Lin Shen? ”

Hearing the other party's answer, he slowed down two beats before he asked what he wanted to ask: "Xiaomian, she, is she in school?" ”

"No, she went back at noon, she should be home now."

Xiang Dongyang hung up the phone and came to Xian's house. He rang the doorbell for a long time and did not answer, and looked through the iron fence of the gate, and it was calm inside. He thought that there should be no one at home, and when he was about to turn around and leave, Jiang Xiaomian came back with Xiaoquan, who was carrying his schoolbag, and Xiaoquan's laughter giggled.

"Sister, the teacher's weekend homework is to draw a sunflower. I know you have a big sunflower in your room! Koizumi drew a large circle with his pen on both hands, and he sneered, and the notch of the baby tooth that had just fallen out was clearly visible.

The sunflowers mentioned by Koizumi are Van Gogh paintings hanging in Jiang Xiaomian's studio. Jiang Xiaomian thought to herself that no one had ever been allowed into the studio, so she was suspicious: "Oh? How do you know? ”

"Because a long time ago, I saw my big brother hang it with my own eyes."

Koizumi's answer made Jiang Xiaomian breathe a sigh of relief, and he thought why he had slipped into his room at the same time.

Xiaoquan took Jiang Xiaomian's hand and wrapped it around her again: "Sister, just show me, take me to see it!" ”

When Jiang Xiaomian opened the door with the key, he saw Xiang Dongyang standing next to him, and the action of opening the door inadvertently stopped.

When Koizumi saw Xiang Dongyang, he greeted politely: "Hello to my brother!" ”

"Koizumi is good!" Xiang Dongyang also smiled at him.

Jiang Xiaomian didn't expect Xiang Dongyang to appear here, and he hadn't seen him for many days. If he hadn't looked at Dong Yang a few more times, his haggard face almost didn't recognize him. Jiang Xiaomian was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say. Koizumi saw that his sister stayed and didn't open the door, so he took the key and lifted his hand to open the door.

Xiang Dongyang opened his mouth first and smiled: "What, don't you invite me in to sit?" ”

Jiang Xiaomian hurriedly reacted: "Please come in." ”

After they entered the house, Xiao Quan unloaded his schoolbag and threw it on the sofa, and before Jiang Xiaomian poured water to entertain the guests, Xiao Quan pouted and pouted and pestered her: "Sister, sister, I want to see the sunflowers, take me to see it!" ”

Jiang Xiaomian couldn't excuse himself, so he said, "Then you accompany Brother Xiang to wait for me here, and I'll go to the room and take it down for you." ”

"Oh yes, I can look at the sunflowers!" Koizumi excitedly pulled Xiang Dongyang's hand and jumped: "Brother Xiang, I can look at the sunflowers!" ”

Jiang Xiaomian gestured to Dong Yang: "You sit down first, I'll go upstairs to find something for this kid." ”

Xiang Dongyang nodded. After Jiang Xiaomian went upstairs, his sleeves were gently pulled by Xiaoquan, and Xiang Dongyang leaned over to listen to him secretly say: "There is a studio in my sister's room, and no one in the family has ever been in it!" ”

Xiang Dongyang knocked his little head and said with a smile: "No one has ever been in?" So how do you know it's a studio? ”

"When I first moved in, it was my eldest brother who prepared a studio for my sister!" Koizumi had no intention of laughing, then took out the picture book and pencil case from his school bag, stacked a table of watercolor pens, and scribbled with his head down.

Xiang Dongyang suddenly lowered his head with a small emotion, feeling empty in his heart, and intentionally or unintentionally looked at Xiaoquan to look at the painting, until Jiang Xiaomian came downstairs.

"Wow, sunflowers!" Xiaoquan ran to grab the frame in Jiang Xiaomian's hand.

Jiang Xiaomian handed Xiang Dongyang a glass of water and greeted: "Where are you from?" I'm thirsty. ”

"I'm from home, so it's hard to come from school." Xiang Dongyang's words had some other meanings.

Jiang Xiaomian knew the meaning of his words, and lowered his head slightly in front of him, "Ye Yao, she's gone." ”

"So, you know everything?"

Jiang Xiaomian nodded.

The two of them were a little embarrassed to stand like this, Jiang Xiaomian went to the kitchen and made a plate of fruit salad, "Uncle Xian and my mother are far away, and Gu's mother is also on leave, why don't you eat some of this thing first." Brother Xinchen went to the market to buy vegetables, and you can have a meal at my house before leaving. ”

Xiang Dongyang smiled reluctantly and promised, "It's okay, I haven't had a meal in peace for a long time." ”

"Big brother is back!" When Koizumi heard Xian Xinchen enter the door, he hurriedly stepped forward to call, holding up the sunflower he had painted and asked with a smile: "Look, do I look good!" ”

Xian Xinchen saw Xiang Dongyang in surprise, and asked, "Dongyang is here!" He put down the things in his hand and asked, "How are you doing?" ”

Xian Xinchen's greeting is obvious, and the matter of Changnan University is already known to everyone.

Jiang Xiaomian turned around and went into the kitchen to wash the vegetable leaves, and she pricked up her ears to hear Xiang Dongyang reply: "Good or bad, I should bear it." ”

Xian Xinchen heard the sound of the stove coming from the kitchen, and said, "Xiaomian, I'm coming, you go and talk to Dongyang." ”

Xiang Dongyang looked through Koizumi's painting book in the living room to relieve his boredom, and turned to a picture of kapok, where red flowers and green leaves set off each other, extremely lush, and there were almost no gaps in the whole branch. Xiang Dongyang frowned, pointed to the painting and said, "Koizumi is so beautiful, can you tell me what kind of tree this painting is?" ”

"Kapok Tree!" Koizumi's answer was resounding.

Jiang Xiaomian walked over and heard Xiang Dongyang say: "You are drawing a mistake, you don't want to paint leaves when you draw kapok trees." ”

When Koizumi heard Xiang Dongyang point out the mistake of the painting, he pouted unhappily: "What's wrong?" ”

Xiang Dongyang taught him: "Not all flowers are lined with green leaves, the kapok tree blooms first and then grows leaves, and when the leaves grow, the flowers will be gone." You have painted so many leaves, how can kapok bloom luxuriantly? ”

"Oh! Then I'm going to re-draw a casiba tree without leaves, so that the flowers won't be gone! Koizumi said and turned back to a new page of drawing paper, muttering and redrawing: "My sister likes kapok the most, and I don't want the flowers to go..."

Xiang Dongyang saw Jiang Xiaomian coming, so he smiled at her: "Don't teach him this common sense, your sister is incompetent!" ”

Jiang Xiaomian looked at Xiang Dongyang's smile, and actually felt rusty, after all, yes, he hadn't spoken like this for a long time, let alone laughed.

Xian Xinchen came out and said, "Xiaomian, there's no salt, I'll go out." ”

"Oh, okay." Jiang Xiaomian responded and went into the kitchen to cut the dishes on the cutting board.

Xiang Dongyang chatted and drew with Xiaoquan, and Xiaoquan asked Xiang Dongyang in a mysterious voice while his sister was in the kitchen: "Brother Xiang, do you like my sister?" ”

"I like it, I like Koizumi even more!" Xiang Dongyang laughed.

Koizumi put away the painted kapok, blinked brightly, and said, "I'm going to give this painting to my sister." Then he pulled Xiang Dongyang again, "Brother, can you accompany me to the room?" ”

Xiang Dongyang was pulled into the room by Xiaoquan, a blue and white children's desk, with a pile of brick puzzles scattered on it, and remote-controlled toy cars and remote-controlled airplanes placed under the table, the fun of childhood was clear at a glance.

"Brother Xiang, can you help me take down that picture frame on the wall?"

Xiang Dongyang responded to Koizumi's request and took down the small Ultraman frame, "Here you go." ”

Koizumi replaced the painting in the frame with the kapok painting he had just drawn.

Xiang Dongyang smiled and said, "Since the painting is for my sister, shouldn't I paint my sister?"

"Brother is right."

After Koizumi finished speaking, he ran back downstairs and took a watercolor pen to paint the characters, but unfortunately the red brush painted too much kapok, and now there is no ink, and it is no longer enough to paint when painting my sister's red dress, and the color is getting lighter and lighter to no longer be painted.

"Ahh Xiang Dongyang screamed regretfully.

Koizumi smiled and stuck out his tongue, "I know that my sister's room has a paintbrush." ”

Xiang Dongyang followed Xiaoquan to Jiang Xiaomian's room, the two of them tiptoed like thieves rummaging through stolen goods, Xiaoquan pulled out the drawer, took out a red-colored paintbrush, and whispered: "Brother, you're finished!" My sister doesn't like people coming into her room!"

After laughing, Koizumi immediately slipped out, and Xiang Dongyang casually looked around at the layout of Jiang Xiaomian's room in place.

Ordinary paintings are displayed on the wall, and the elegant taste looks a little simple under the influence of the owner, and the most eye-catching is Jiang Xiaomian's photo poster, which occupies a large area on the bedside wall.

Xiang Dongyang also put Xiaoquan's words in his heart, "Is this Xian Xinchen arranged for Jiang Xiaomian?" Suddenly he saw the door of the studio and began to move.

At this time, his mind is like a track, and curiosity is a small train that circulates back and forth, without stopping or derailing.

Xiang Dongyang took a sharp breath and tried to turn the doorknob of the studio with his hand, and there was a soft sound of locking inside.

As he was about to turn to leave, the lone key on his desk stood out.

Still unable to overcome his curiosity, he took the key and reached into the keyhole. The moment he pushed open the door, Xian Xinchen's portrait and all kinds of starry sky paintings jumped into his sight.

On the panel, there is a completed portrait, still a portrait of Xian Xinchen.

The photo frame on the table is the background of the playground, and in the photo, Xian Xinchen and Jiang Xiaomian are hugging Xiaoquan with a grimace. The more he looked at it, the more he felt like a family of three.

His gaze shifted to the picture book next to the photo frame, which was the one that Xiang Dongyang once wanted to return to Jiang Xiaomian, but later lost in the hospital. At this time, Xiang Dongyang's head seemed to be drained of his thoughts by all this, and he was no longer able to care about the ins and outs of the painting book, why did he return to Jiang Xiaomian's hands.

Then there is a thick notebook next to it, and the word "diary" on the cover drives people to open it and take a look.

The first diary entry was four years ago.

[November 10, 2010, the weather is snowy

Just one month after coming to Beijing, I saw snow for the first time, and the cold of the snow pierced into the bone marrow through the skin, and my heart could not escape the cold.

The picture book that Xinchen gave me is still missing, and it has fallen in Changnan, so I shouldn't be able to find it.

Today, I went to Xinchen's university for the first time and gave him a cotton coat, but he always likes to mention that I am his sister in front of others. It's like a bad news for me to endure, so that I can't be his bride for the rest of my life. 】

After Xiang Dongyang read this, he turned to the back to see that the word "Xinchen" always occupied the most pen and ink. He had all sorts of tastes in his heart, even though it was a fact he had known for a long time.

[September 19, 2013, the weather was cloudy

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I had a conversation with Uncle Xian on the roof of the building, and for the first time in my life, I noticed the astronomical phenomenon of "the moon and stars are rare". Uncle Xian was very wise, he saw my feelings for Xinchen, and did not debunk or accuse, but reminded me intentionally or unintentionally, which made me feel a kind of self-esteem.

Later, I impulsively grabbed Xinchen, and his refusal and my stubbornness made our relationship stalemate and delicate. I hate this kind of relationship myself.

Everyone in the world knows that "the moon and stars are rare", and they think that the stars will not exist with the naked eye. I don't believe it, so I draw a picture of a star and call it "The Star That Doesn't Look Up" so that I can deceive myself. 】

Xiang Dongyang read this, and his memory was suddenly renewed. He realized that it turned out that in the Red Square Gallery, "The Missing Stars Looking Up" was from Jiang Xiaomian's pen.

Page by page, he looked through the love that made him mad with jealousy, and the vinegar poured into his heart kept overflowing. He simply turned to the last page directly, wanting to see what kind of full stop Jiang Xiaomian's love for Xian Xinchen ended.

"Could it be because of my presence?" Xiang Dongyang didn't think so before.

[On February 28, 2014, the weather was fine

Returning from the Childlike Orphanage, this is the last diary entry about Xinchen.

No matter how Xiang Xiyan appears, no matter whether Xinchen loves me or not, these are not enough to be a hindrance for me to love him. But I forgot about the appearance of a person, may it be good.

I don't know when the two of them made love for each other, but the diamond ring of the stars was indeed firmly on the hand of the wish.

May the good be happy, and I be sorrowful; May she have nothing, and I at least have better health than her. If I confess to Wish that I also like Xinchen, then I will deprive her of the only source of happiness in her life, so what is the difference between me and the executioner?

I can't bear to be an executioner, so I have to redeem the souls of the dead. This is God's other way of reminding me that the useless struggle ends here.

No matter how faintly your heart hurts, don't think it's your own heart. That way, I won't feel any pain. 】

Xiang Dongyang's jealous disappointment, hateful disappointment, he turned each page of the diary vigorously, his eyes seemed to be frozen, he didn't blink, desperately trying to find something from the diary that didn't exist.

He's looking for his name!

But Jiang Xiaomian seems to be very stingy and refuses to waste pen and ink on his name.

In the whole diary, there is no mention of the three words "Xiang Dongyang".

"It turns out that I am in her heart, and it is not worth mentioning a single thing. I pronounced her name for three years and held it high in my heart. And she has never had a single stroke of the three words "Xiang Dongyang" and twenty-five strokes. With such a big gap, Xiang Dongyang really felt that his thoughts were pitiful.

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