The autumn morning is actually not cool, Li You stomped his feet, eager to squat down and hug himself to keep warm, but he was afraid that Zhao Yiran would suddenly come out and lose face. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You, are you waiting for me?" Zhao Yiran looked at Li You, who was leaning on the bicycle.

"If I say it's a coincidence, do you believe it?" Li You said with a smile.

"Oh, okay then." Zhao Yiran held his head high and bypassed Li You to leave, and Li You hurriedly followed.

"Of course I was waiting for you. Let's go, I'll accompany you to sketch! Li You patted the back seat of the car as usual, and a thick cushion was specially added to it.

"Zhao Yiran."

"Huh?"

"Do you come here every week to sketch?"

"Hmm."

"But it's really boring here, can I take you somewhere else? I know of a place where there are so many flowers, especially beautiful! ”

"No, no."

Li You sighed helplessly, looking at the blue in his eyes, throwing stones boringly, watching the stones jump on the sea surface until they disappeared.

"Zhao Yiran, where did you say the sea was?" Maybe he was tired of throwing it, or maybe he was annoyed by throwing it, Li You simply sat on the beach and talked to the girl intentionally or unintentionally.

"Is it the other side of the sea? On the other side of the sea is Monet, Leonardo da Vinci, Van Gogh. Zhao Yiran replied, and the drawing paper in front of him was also full of blue, which was the same color as the clothes Li You was wearing today.

"Will you go abroad in the future?"

"Yes, I think I will."

"Well, then you must send me a postcard." Li Post said.

"Of course, I won't forget, but I'm afraid that you will move, so I won't tell me the address." Zhao Yiran said with a smile.

"No, I'll tell you, I will, I swear!"

"Haha, tease you." Zhao Yiran looked at Li You, who had a serious face, and smiled backwards.

"Yi, Yiran, can I call you that?" Li You asked timidly.

"Of course, we're friends." Zhao Yiran's indifferent answer made Li You ecstatic.

He jumped and jumped happily on the beach, humming a little song that Zhao Yiran had never heard.

"Let's go, it's almost time to eat, aren't you hungry?" Finally, Zhao Yiran put away his paintbrush and looked at Li You, who was bored on the beach, and said.

"Well, okay, can you show me what you're drawing?" Li You leaned over, and Zhao Yiran hurriedly covered the drawing board.

"No, you can't!"

"Stingy."

"I'm not."

"Then you can show me."

"No, no, just no."

Time is slowly rowing away with the sea in the mouths of young boys and girls.

No one knows what the future holds, but they all know that, at least for now, for a moment, they only have each other in their eyes.

Li You sent Zhao Yiran home and watched her enter the door, but she refused to leave.

He wanted to ask Zhao Yiran: "Yiran, if you really go abroad, will you come back?" ”

If you don't come back, then you must remember me, no, forget me. Li You thought.

As soon as Zhao Yiran entered the house, he locked himself in the room, carefully took down a painting from the easel, and rubbed a corner of the painting with his hand over and over again. There was a boy sitting quietly barefoot on a sand stall, the boy facing the sea, and suddenly small flowers bloomed on the sea, one by one, one by one.

She really wanted to tell Li You that she was back, and she came back for him, so what about him, Li You, where are you?