On a Sunday afternoon in October, when the sky was blue and the breeze was cool, Liu Xiyue went to Gao Wutong's dormitory, picked up the Mandarin textbook on the writing desk, flipped through it, and sighed.

"I'm going to take the Mandarin test again."

"How's the preparation?"

"There are three words that I can't pronounce correctly."

"Is it not on the Xinhua Dictionary?"

"Yes, but the tone is not good."

"Why didn't you come and ask me?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to read it either."

"Joke! As long as it is in the "Xinhua Dictionary", I will definitely be able to read it. ”

"You're too conceited."

"In the four years of college, I have read the "Xinhua Dictionary" at least ten times, and I can recognize the rare words."

"I'm still a little skeptical."

"If you write it out and I will see it, I will teach you."

Liu Xiyue wrote three words on the paper and handed it to Gao Wutong.

"Teacher Gao, please read it to me."

Gao Wutong saw that it was the three words "I love you", and he was stunned and smiled:

"So those are those words."

"Teacher Gao can't read either, right?"

"These are three common words that you should be able to read."

"Common words? Meaning you use it a lot? ”

Gao Wutong quickly shook his head when he heard this.

"No, no."

"I thought you used it a lot."

"You read it first and I'll listen to it, and I'll help you correct it if you can't read it."

"'You love me,' don't you?"

Gao Wutong laughed and touched Liu Xiyue's head.

"Your way of reading this is so peculiar."

"Right or wrong?"

"Yes. But the exam should be read from left to right, and you read it again and try it. ”

"I can't read from left to right, you demonstrate it, I'll practice it."

"I've taught you a long time ago."

"I forgot."

"How many times do you have to teach it before you remember?"

"Preferably once a day."

"Aren't you annoyed?"

"I love to learn."

Gao Wutong laughed.

"I love you!"

Liu Xiyue smiled shyly.

"I love you!"

"You're smart."

"The teacher taught well."

Liu Xiyue blushed and smiled.

Gao Wutong touched her white and ruddy cheeks.

"What's the good thing that comes to mind again?"

"A poem."

"Tell me about it."

"'The river is heavy in spring, and there are double bamboo forests on it. Bamboo leaves are bad for water, and Lang is also bad for people's hearts'"

"Guo Yuanzhen's "Miscellaneous Songs, Chunjiang Song", what do you think?"

"The last sentence could be changed to 'The teacher is also bad for people'."

"Why?"

"I feel badly taught by you"

"You're so cute!"

"You're so bad."

Gao Wutong went to wash the grapes, and Liu Xiyue sat down to read a new pictorial. Gao Wutong saw that she was very fascinated, and curiously went to her side to take a look, it turned out that she was looking at several photos of rice fields repeatedly.

"Yue'er, do you want to go for a bike ride in the field? Now the rice fields are golden. ”

"It's too old-fashioned. You've watched too many romance movies. ”

"There are few fields and dams in your house, and it is rare to see endless fields, so I should have taken you to open your eyes. I also want to feel the autumn mood and smell the fresh rice. ”

"It's too old-fashioned, not going."

"You don't know how to ride a bike?"

"I'm not as stupid as you."

"Come with me."

"No, no."

"Without you by your side, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is not worth seeing."

"No, no."

"Please."

"No, no."

"Then I'll ask someone else to do it."

"Dating whom?"

"You know her."

"Tell me who it is?"

"My favorite Willow Creek Moon."

"You're so sloppy, I can't help you."

"This is like my good moon."

"I don't ride, you take me."

At about ten o'clock on Sunday morning, Gao Wutong first rode to Wenzhu Street to wait, Liu Xiyue walked over from the courtyard to meet him, sat on the back of the bicycle, and was carried by Gao Wutong to the outskirts of the city.

Not far out of the city is the suburbs. After riding another six or seven kilometers, the two left the national highway and turned onto a dirt road into the fields. Without the influence of street trees, the golden rice fields suddenly open up. Liu Xiyuetou leaned on the back of Gao Wutong and swayed with the bumps of the bicycle. Gao Wutong reached behind her left hand and touched her arm.

"Yue'er, don't doze off!"

"I'm already asleep. Whew-whew-"

Gao Wutong stopped the bicycle, the two looked into the distance on the side of the road, and Liu Xiyue shook Gao Wutong's hand.

"This road winds through the fields, and there is no end in sight, and you say where it will lead in the end."

"To the distance."

"In the distance, there will be far away."

"To the end of the earth."

"At the end of the day, there will be an end of the sky."

"Maybe it's the same as people's yearning, getting the same, and thinking about the next one, there will always be a new yearning, endless."

"Will you do that?"

"You are my ultimate yearning."

"Sometimes I really want to find a way and keep going, for ten days and a half months, and experience what it's like. Would you like to go with me? ”

"I can go with you on vacation."

"Look at that scarecrow, the color of his clothes, his teeth and claws, and his hideous face, he looks very much like you."

"If I were a scarecrow, would you like to become a scarecrow?"

"I don't want to. I'm going to be a pretty bird, make a nest in your heart, sing to you when I'm happy, poop on your head when I'm not happy, and peck you a few times. ”

"What a beautiful and cute bird!"

Gao Wutong laughed and kissed Liu Xiyue's hand.

The two continued to ride forward, and a small village surrounded by trees appeared in the middle of the field.

A young man rode up on a bicycle, and behind the car sat a young woman with a round face and a big head on her back, her eyes rolling. Gao Wutong touched Liu Xiyue's back with his left hand. Liu Xiyue chuckled and patted Gao Wutong's back. Gao Wutong laughed.

"If I don't get into college, that's probably what it will be."

"Pastoral life, not bad!"

"The pastoral scenery is indeed good, but the pastoral work is not so easy. Look at this rice, you have to keep bending over when planting seedlings, and it hurts so much that you can't stand up. The millet should be harvested while the weather is clear, the sun is scorching, and the hands are sore, the waist is sore, and the dust is servant. Sometimes I think about it, if you are a farmer at home, it is really difficult to marry a beautiful and intelligent little daughter-in-law like you! I asked you to work and I was reluctant, and I was afraid that you would not be idle. ”

"You just have to rest assured. You plant seedlings, and I eat strawberries on the ridges. You dig millet, I eat melon seeds on the ridge, pick a morning glory and wear it on my head to trick butterflies to play, and wait for you to come home from work every day to cook for me to eat. ”

"Okay, just like you're a two- or three-year-old little sister."

"Does that village look like yours?"

"Sort of. However, our village is surrounded by green bamboo, and the front and back of the house are bamboo. In summer, the village is green, the fields are green, and the heart is green. ”

"There are so many bamboos, do you often ride a bamboo horse around the green plums?"

"There are pomegranates, mulberries, and persimmons in our village, but there are no green plums. In Wanxi Middle School, I wanted to ride a bamboo horse to your house, but I didn't dare, for fear that I wouldn't see you and be beaten by your father. ”

"I do want to have someone beat you up because you haven't come to my house to see you."

"I'm afraid people will say that I lied to the little girl."

Liu Xiyue gently recited a few lines of poetry from Li Bai's "Long Trunk Journey":

Fourteen is a gentleman's wife, and her shame has not been opened.

Bow your head to the dark wall, and you won't be able to call it once.

Fifteen began to raise eyebrows, willing to be with dust and ashes.

Always hold the pillar letter, how can you go to the Wangfu Tower.

Sixteen gentlemen traveled far away, and Qutang was piled up.

"If you look at people, they got married at the age of fourteen or fifteen. When you went to do your internship, I had just turned sixteen, but I wasn't a little girl anymore. ”

"I'm so lucky to have met you in your most beautiful years."

In front of a small stone arch bridge, Gao Wutong stopped his bicycle, and the two stood on the bridge and looked out. The creek under the bridge meanders into the distance, and it is impossible to see where it is going, let alone where it is coming from. Gao Wutong sighed: "The long river of life, maybe just like this small river, since it can flow here, there must be a source, but where it will flow and where it will flow will always be an unknown mystery." The beauty of the distance may be beyond the reach. A girl is looking at the distance, she is the scenery in the distance, and her heart yearns for the distance. ”

"That girl's name is Qingmei, right?"

"It's called Liu Xiyue."