Chapter 11 The twelve railings are idle and restless

The most beautiful place in my heart is illuminated by your light. No one else has bothered to go that far, and everyone else feels that it is too troublesome to search. So no one has ever discovered my beauty, so no one has ever been here.

-------------Roy. Clift's "Love"

Thank you, Lin Ziqian, for letting me live in such an important and beautiful place in your heart. Thank you for taking the trouble to make me laugh. I will always remember your affection......

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A few days later.

It was another morning that woke up very early. In the dream, there seems to be a shadow of the seaside again, lingering, and tears streaming down my face. Five. I got up quietly, washed up, got dressed, put on my school bag, and went to the school building.

I memorized English words for half an hour, and I was a little tired. At this time, the tiredness of not sleeping well up. I crouched in the corner of the wall on the roof of the school building, curled up, my hands on my knees, my head buried in my knees, and I took a nap.

In a trance, it seemed to be back to that late autumn night a year ago.

Still in the same place, on the top of the fifth floor of the teaching building.

The roof is a secluded place. Couples who are in love generally like romantic places such as movie theaters and moons before flowers, and rarely go to the roof of the school building. I and the seaside love it here. Haibin doesn't like to be confined to me studying in a school building. So, after learning for a while, we will go to the roof to play for a while to breathe.

We often lean on the railing to look at the evening view of the Sun Moon Square, from the top of the building, the little lights on the square reflect in the water and the stars in the sky, the sea breeze is gusting, cool and comfortable. The only thing left on the dim and wide roof was his chattering voice, and I just listened quietly with a smile on my face, and he would talk about the funny things about his childhood, about the members of their class committee, about our counselors, about everyone in their dorm.

Although it was dim, I could still see his sparkling eyes shining with flowing brilliance by the light of the square, like the blue Danube, full of colors. A pair of handsome sword eyebrows also radiated. When it comes to the future, he is full of ambition; When talking about interesting things from his childhood, he is humorous and cute; When talking about You Yingying and Wang Qian, he was gentle.

"Hmph, I think you are like a child who has not grown up, listen to your sister Wang Qian in everything, and You Yingying tells you to do something, you will run faster than a rabbit. Your affection for the two of them is extraordinary......" I said meaningfully, wanting to test my long-standing speculations and apprehensions.

"You're not jealous -------, are you?" He smiled and pinched my cheeks with both hands, leaning in and saying.

"You let go, it hurts!" I said with a little resentment, "I wish I had been too careful." ”

"I'm jealous, I don't admit it! Scratch! Scratch! Scratch! See if you admit it or not! He reached over and scratched my armpit. I've been afraid of itching since I was a child, and I wanted to run when I turned around. Who would have expected that as soon as he turned around, he would be hugged by Yu Haibin by the waist. I was stunned. I heard a soft voice in my ears: Don't move, let me hug.

The sound of the wind in his ears blew on his neck with bursts of warm breathing, crispy and numb, like a burst of electricity gently passing by.

Memories came one after another on such a morning when the dew was as shallow as water.

Nostalgia, affection, rain wet pear flower noodles.

Lin Ziqian happened to pass by the teaching building during his morning exercise today. I saw He Qingyin go in. He followed her into the school building, only to see that she had not gone to their classroom on the third floor, but to the roof. Hearing He Qingyin reading English words, he went downstairs to the classroom of the 01 grade journalism department on the first floor to prepare for this quarter's news interview. More than half an hour passed, and there was no sound of footsteps in the hall. He couldn't help but be a little worried, the roof of the fifth floor ...... There have been too many ...... in school lately

When Lin Ziqian climbed to the top of the building again, he didn't see He Qingyin's figure, he thought that she had already gone down, and when he was about to turn around and leave, his eyes caught a glimpse of a corner. I saw He Qingyin curled up there. The figure is lonely and lonely, and it is too cold to be cold.

"He Shuang, you --------" just wanted to scold her a few words, but found that she seemed to be asleep. He walked over gently, took off his coat and put it over her. Unexpectedly, at this time, He Qingyin raised his head faintly, and he happened to meet her tearful eyes.

"He Shuang, what should I do with you?" He sighed in his heart, knowing the reason for her tears.

Lin ---- ------- Qian......" Hearing He Qingyin choke and call his name weakly, he felt that his heart was about to break, and he couldn't help but reach out to gently wipe away the tears on her cheeks, and stroked the smooth and silky pear vortex with his index finger, deliberately collected his affection, replaced it with a playful smile and said, "Silly girl, homesick?" It's really a little pig who loves home! ”

She burst into tears and laughed, "Phew! You're a family-loving old dog! "Joke with each other.

"If you don't forgive people with your mouth, a woman with a long tongue, be careful that you can't marry when you're old!" Lin Ziqian straightened up and pointed his index finger at my nose and said.

"Even if I can't get married, I won't pay attention to a demon like you!"

"Who do you say is a demon! See if I don't give you some color! ……”

As soon as I saw that it was not good, I ran away, imitating Meng Jiancong's voice as I ran, and said, "Senior Lin, just spare me!" ”

Seeing that He Qingyin had changed back into the girl who loved to quarrel with him, Lin Ziqian's hanging heart was put down.

"Stop! Stop! Ah, it's seven o'clock, and I have to listen to the BBC! You haven't eaten yet, you go eat, I don't have a class this morning. He Qingyin stopped as he ran, turned on the radio, and took the opportunity to avoid Lin Ziqian and wanted to take him away.

Listen to fluent English on the radio. Lin Ziqian had no choice but to sit on the thick heating pipe on the roof of the building to accompany her. Lin Ziqian took out the finger scissors on the keychain and cut his nails one by one.

It was very close, He Qingyin could clearly hear the sound of him cutting his nails, and she was very upset, so she turned up the volume to the maximum.

You can still hear his voice: "He Shuang, come here!" Hoshuang! Hoshuang! …… What ---- Qingyin! ”

He Qingyin turned his head helplessly: "Young Master, what are you doing!" Don't get in the way of my studies! ”

"Come and do me a favor, thank you!" Seeing Lin Ziqian lower his body, He Qingyin walked over helplessly.

"Cut my fingernails on my right hand! My left hand was injured while playing basketball two days ago! Inconvenience! He Qingyin knew that he was left-handed.

I crouched down and took his hand. His hands were as white as snow, as clear as jade, with a cool silkiness and slender fingers.

"Do you often listen to the radio, the evening program of the Marina TV you ...... Listen? Lin Ziqian asked pointedly.

After all the thoughts turned a few corners in my head, I heard myself say, "No, is the show good?" I usually read books at night and don't listen to the radio! ”

"Oh......" He only responded lightly, seemingly a little regretful and a little relieved.

I touched his slender fingers and said, "What a waste of your hands not playing the piano!" ”

"You are more ruthless than my mother, I was forced by her to learn dance, vocal music, and painting since I was a child, and I almost lost my way to live, you said that you still have to learn piano, it's too sad!" Lin Ziqian made a bitter and hateful look.

"Hee-hee!"

Seeing that I was about to finish cutting, he hurriedly said:

"Hey, you can help me cut the meat thorns on my ring finger again, I picked up a few tea trees two days ago, and I experienced stir-frying tea leaves, and that's it!" Lin Ziqian grinned.

"Lin Ziqian, don't take an inch, you, I'm not your maid!" Throwing the scissors to him, I got up and walked over to the railing and continued listening to the radio.

Lin Ziqian wanted to deliberately tease He Shuang, so he jumped on the heating pipe, jumped down, and deliberately made a sound to disturb her. He Qingyin couldn't bear it anymore: "Lin Ziqian, you get out of here!" ”

"I'm sorry, I won't get out, please make a demonstration!" Lin Ziqian deliberately made a gesture of invitation, although his voice was very nice and his movements were very elegant, he looked like a scoundrel, and his good-looking crescent-like eyes were full of provocation.

So he's taking revenge! Does the new hatred and the old hatred count together? He Qingyin was stunned for a moment.

He Qingyin finally knew that it was correct to call him "demon" behind his back, and he seemed to understand why Lin Ziqian didn't have a girlfriend now, who could stand it?

Before He Qingyin could fight back. I saw Lin Ziqian walking over slowly, his expression was as cold as the usual iceberg, and he said indifferently: "I have to tell you two things, one is that you have nothing to do with the roof of the teaching building, our school has died three people in the past two days, one of them jumped from the roof, and the school will close the roof in the future." Second, take a good look at your friend Susan, and ask her not to be idle and write me any love letters, I'm busy! ”

He Qingyin felt that at this moment, even the cold clouds in the sky were silent.

Facing the bright morning light, Lin Ziqian picked up the coat on the ground. The beige Jordan sports three-piece suit sets off his slender figure and the jade tree is in the wind.

Independent morning light, autumn is really cool.

He Qingyin thought, is Lin Ziqian really a cold-faced Xiao Lang, or a thousand-year-old demon? For a while, tenderness is like water, for a moment is cunning and scoundrel, for a moment it is retribution, for a moment it is earnestly admonished, for a moment it is as warm as the rising sun, and for a moment it is as cold as an iceberg.

Many years later, I still remember his cool fingers caressing my tearful cheeks, and I still remember his hands that were as bright as jade. I want to give him warmth, and I want to be able to touch such a beautiful pair of hands for the rest of my life, so as to soothe his bitter and suppressed helpless fist affection.