Two years ago, at this time, this scene, he and her sat by the river that passed through the city, sketching the future together. It was his first girlfriend, although she was not beautiful, but she exuded this kind of aura all over her body, that kind of aura, which attracted him; At that time, he could be said to be full of poetry and books, as the so-called "belly has poetry and books", he also exudes talent, which also fascinates him. In this way, attracted to each other and worried about each other, the two of them came together, no one chased anyone, and there was no confession, some just wanted to be together.

At that time, they were both sophomores in high school, wearing school uniforms as couples, doing recess exercises together, he sat next to her in class, encouraged each other, and everyone left after school, so that he could sneak in his little hands for a while, and let his temperature flow into each other's hard work. On Sundays, they all came a little early, sat under the willow tree by the river, and talked about life and ideals. At that time, the love was really innocent, there was no affectionate hug, no sweet words, mountain alliances and sea vows, but they were all in each other's eyes and hearts. They wanted to keep doing it like this, but it backfired, and the good times didn't last long.

At the end of his sophomore year of high school, with only ten days of vacation, every minute he spent at home was eroded by longing, and he wanted to go to school to see her. However, she never came to school again, and her phone calls were empty. At first, he thought that she was too troublesome to make up the class, so he didn't come. But after the official start of school, she still didn't appear, and the head teacher announced the news of her transfer, and he stared blankly at the seat next to him, which was empty. She just walked away, without even a confession, without leaving a word, as if she had never come, but for him, it was so clear and painful.

The head teacher wanted to remove the empty seat next to him many times, but he did not allow it, so he made trouble in front of the parents. In the end, he had to compromise and move the table and chairs for a new tablemate, and when he lost everything about her, even the most basic level of relationship, the tablemate, no longer belonged to him. Since then, he has been silent, immersed in learning, filling the void she took away with piles of knowledge; Replace the heartbroken thoughts with endless busyness; Use stable results to comfort the heart that is already incomplete.

At this time, he suddenly realized that his experience was so similar to that of the prodigy more than three hundred years ago. When they thought it would be long, they were ruthlessly abandoned by fate. Rong Ruo back then, after experiencing the separation with his first cousin, that broken heart was finally eased a little under the comfort of his wife Lu, but God couldn't tolerate a trace of happiness for him, and then took away the innocent woman who loved him to the bone. In the face of this sudden death, Rong Ruo did not think about tea and dinner like ordinary people, looking for death and life, but he was very calm, calm and made people feel uncalm, no one knew what he thought. But he knew in his heart that he didn't dare to think about her, and even the slightest memory would make him collapse in an instant. This calm lasted until more than a year later, when all the beauty had faded, and he dared to think of her bits and pieces in the dead of night and make a few bleak songs.

Linjiang Immortal

The little banana is heartbroken, and the sound reminds me of the beginning. I still have old books. The small characters of the mandarin duck still remember that the hands are unfamiliar.

Sleepiness is low and chaotic, and re-watching is half blurry. The dark window is cold and rainy, and the light is lonely. It is expected that the situation should be exhausted, and there is no excuse?

Yamahanako

The wind flocculent has turned into a pinch, and the mud lotus has just lingered; Cherish a petal of incense and remember the previous life.

People are affectionate and thin, and now they are really regretful and affectionate; When I went to the place where I looked back at my broken intestines, I stole zero tears.

And more than 300 years later, after the boy finished his homework at night, he always remembered these words and phrases, and thought of the girl. He thought that he would never forget her for the rest of his life, and that he would miss him until his body turned to dry bones and his soul turned to dust. But in the face of time, all the good things are so vulnerable, and all the memories are just like a mirror, which was once so real, but in the end it is impossible to escape the annihilation. That memory, that injury, in the end, was shallow and dissipated. After graduating from high school, he also saw her, but when he met again, he no longer had the innocence he had at that time, and some were just regrets between each other.

Now, he thought of her again, and only because the scenery was too similar for people to resist, although there had been ardent love and lovesickness, but after all, things have long been different. He thought, for her, he just liked her. Right now, no matter how memories come, it's just a past, and it's hard to disturb your mind after all. In his heart, there is already another dependence, and that relationship can only be a memory.

The wait is always so long. The contemplative class that worried the two of them and made them nervous finally arrived. The boy was now thinking about what he was going to call this somewhat "other" tablemate when he called him in a moment, and how he was going to invite her to join him in class. It's too direct, I don't feel literate, I say it too tactfully, and I'm afraid of misunderstanding, which is really a problem. And the girls think more about it, what should I wear in that dress, what should I talk about when I walk on the road for a while......

The second hand rotated in circles, and seeing that it was almost two o'clock, the boy took out his mobile phone, found "idiot", dialed the number, and "beep...... ...... "At this time, his heart seemed to be beating with this voice, and every time he made him nervous. And the girl saw someone calling, and she knew it was him. She wanted to press "answer" immediately, but she hesitated for a moment, suppressed her nervousness a little, and answered the phone.

"Hey, is it Li Xin?" The boy thought about it, and finally felt that this was the safest name.

"Yes, may I ask who you are?"

"Oh, I'm Li Xin, I told you to go to class last time."

"Oh okay, you wait a minute, I'll be down right away"

"Yes, you can."

After saying that, they each hung up the phone, but the boy hung up after the girl hung up.

Three or five minutes later, the boy saw her. It's still that set of clothes, white half-sleeves, jeans, canvas shoes, tied in a ponytail, and there is no trace of cosmetics on her fair pretty face, clean and cute. But what puzzled the boy was that on this hot day, she was still holding a water glass, and the jasmine flowers that had already stretched were dancing up and down with her footsteps, as if they were blooming alive on the branches. But at this time, it was too late to sketch this poetic picture, and what he thought to himself was: "This fool, on a hot day, his hands are not hot."

The girl walked up to him and whispered:

"Hi, good afternoon!"

"Oh, you too!" He replied without even thinking about it.

"Thank you for calling me to class and for waiting for me so long." She smiled, naturally and generously.

"It's okay, it doesn't take long. Oh, I'll hold the glass for you, it's hot. ”

"Okay, but I soaked it, and it's not hot now." As he spoke, he handed the cup to the boy.

"Oh, that's right. I thought it was just pouring water. ”

The girl didn't speak again, but she said in disgust in her heart: "You think I'm you, so stupid, hum......"

The boy carefully held the cup in his hand, saw the song "Picking Mulberries", and was about to ask the girl if he liked this song, but the girl opened his mouth and urged him to hurry up, and the class was going to be in class for a while. He also realized the question, so he didn't ask much, and walked straight to the classroom with her.

He walked along the path with tall poplar trees on both sides, through the grove, past the Crescent Lake. All this is not familiar to them, but it is definitely not unfamiliar to them. But today's road feels much shorter; The poplars seem to be more handsome; The wind was cooler than usual, and the leaves were rustling; The lake is also clearer and bluer than ever, blue and green, clear and ethereal. He smelled the familiar scent of her, it was unique. However, good times are always easy to pass, and they have tried their best to extend this journey, but it still feels that it is very short, and it will be over in a while. There were already a lot of people in the classroom, but the two seats in the row were still empty. They were all used to sitting and each taking out his book. Then the boy returned the glass to the girl and asked the girl if she also liked Nalan Rongruo, but the girl was speechless when she denied that she didn't want to be asked some common sense. The boy nodded, not asking any more questions. When the teacher came, he still went to class as usual, but in his opinion, today's socialism with Chinese characteristics is pink, romantic, and cute; And what the teacher talked about endlessly turned into intoxicating love words. The two of them each thought about each other, and no one ever looked up at each other, but they were all in their eyes, on the tip of their hearts. Time does not wait, happiness always seems so short-lived, so easy to lose, a sharp bell for the end of class suddenly remembered, ending all this beauty. The two of them went back to the dormitory together, and although they didn't say a few words, they both knew it. Two people who love each other are together, and even silence seems so romantic.

The boy returned to the dormitory and took out the book of "loving story" again, and after opening it, the sentence "How can there be emotion is an accident, the best arrangement is only one you" is still so clear and profound. I think that sentence is no longer reflected on paper, but engraved in my heart. He thought of her, no, he had been thinking about him all along. The girl who had walked up to him a few hours earlier with a glass of water in her hand. She really doesn't have a peerless look, she doesn't have Allure's talent, and she doesn't know how to dress herself, she will always be that dress, but he just likes it.

Yes, a real liking should be like this: although she has not been captivated, she just makes you fall in love. This kind of tacit understanding, this kind of heart, this kind of thinking makes the corners of your mouth unconsciously rise, it does make people obsessed, make people forget themselves, this is the feeling of love, it is really beautiful.