Chapter 22—The Past Is Empty, Like a Dream (2)

Since he appeared, I really wanted to be Yu Boya, play a song of the heart, use my enthusiasm, my tenderness, and my fragile heart, hoping that he can hear it. Clinker, providence makes people, and the sound of the piano comes to an abrupt end, leaving a void in the air.

I don't know where my lost notes should fall, and I don't know where my broken heart will go.

Drifting, melancholy with cold silence, like snowflakes fluttering in the winter sky.

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This morning, I made up the notes for the introduction to literature in the morning, and in the afternoon, I went to the city with Xiaohong to buy a pair of shoes, and I came back after dark. I was so tired that I ate some small biscuits that I brought back from the city.

Susan was worried about me, she couldn't find me, thought I was hospitalized with another sudden hypoglycemia, ran into me outside the dorm and almost strangled me to death. To atone for my sins, I gave her the remaining cookies.

"You're going to eat this? No, follow me to the restaurant! ”

"This point ......" "It's not too late, how can there be hot porridge." I was dragged by Susan to dinner.

When I got back, I was at my desk pondering the words, hoping to get two poems out of the school magazine as soon as possible. Think carefully about the momentary inspiration that came when I saw Lin Ziqian pitching. "The hateful Lin Ziqian, interrupted my train of thought, otherwise I would have written it when I came back at that time." I thought to myself. "However, thanks to him, it's worth it to see the happy appearance of the boss after the successful scholarship application!"

I glanced at the porcelain puppy whistle on the bookshelf, although it had been glued by me with my brothers' good glue, but the cracks were obvious. Just like a human heart, if there is a crack, no matter how magical glue can't stick to it, even if it heals, the wound is an eternal pain. Lin Ziqian, forgive me for what I said, I don't want to be hurt by anyone again, can you forgive me......

"Susan, I ask you......" "What's the matter?" She was eating the cookies I gave her while reading the "Complete Works of Yu Jie" she had just bought.

"Do you hate me, you cut off your obsession with Lin Ziqian at the beginning?" I asked, slightly hesitantly.

"It's been put aside a long time ago, you know me, that's a momentary idea, I just think it's strange that Lin Ziqian doesn't like girls as a man, I'm the kind of person who knows that there are tigers in the mountains and prefer tigers, and it's over the past, and it's sad for a night, and the next day it's fine, I know you're good for me...... By the way, there has been a rumor recently, saying that Lin Ziqian is not close to women because he is gay, and he is quite close to Qin Fanghua, the genius of our school------- the president of the literary club who eats all about literature and science, that Qin Fanghua, the man took such a mother's name, and he looks very ordinary, not as noble and glamorous as Shan Ruoshui......

"Which one is with the other! Okay, no gossip in the dormitory, don't talk nonsense, I've seen Qin Fanghua's girlfriend, Lin Ziqian won't be gay! Don't spread rumors and nonsense! ”

"Cut! Who are you, so protective of him! Susan stopped talking, just went to read.

I know Susan, her behavior is always unexpected, just like four years later, when she was admitted to graduate school, her only wish was Peking University. "Are you crazy? We graduated from a school that doesn't count in the fifth class, can you be admitted to Peking University? When I expressed my doubts, she smiled heartlessly and said, "I like it, I just like to be challenging, hehe!" ”……

I retracted my thoughts and continued to ponder how to write my poems. It was getting dark, and the clouds were thick. After a while, there were snowflakes in the sky. Fluttering, mixed with the howling wind.

"It's snowing!" I pressed my forehead against the window to watch the snow fall outside.

"Wow, the first snow of the winter! The first snow of 2003 came a little later than usual...... "I couldn't help but laugh when I heard Susan sing and sing.

On that snowy December day last year, the counselors asked us to go to self-study in the evening. When I came back, I went all the way with Yu Haibin.

"What's the matter, why don't you speak?" I asked.

"It's nothing, the counselor came to me alone today." His expression was dark and his tone was low.

"What happened to your class committee in class three?" I then asked.

"It's both of us...... It's okay, it's okay! He hurriedly changed his words, and when I saw that he didn't look right, I asked, "What is the matter with the two of us?" Is it because the counselor doesn't approve of you falling in love? She doesn't have the right to interfere with our freedom of love! Besides, you look at the eldest brother and Lu Xue, Shi Zheng and Xiaohong, and Wang Jiankai and Zhang Xinjuan in the first class...... So much, why did he just keep an eye on us? I said impassionedly.

"Don't get excited, it's really fine." He looked into the distance, as if he had something in his mouth that I couldn't read.

"Are your hands cold?" He gently shook my hand and said with concern, "My hands are so cold, I don't know how to bring gloves!" He took off his leather gloves and handed them to me.

"It's not cold!" I smiled shyly, but I also took his gloves, and when I put them on, the temperature of his palms immediately came from the inside of my hand, which was very warm. I looked at his angular side face under the lamp, and I was fascinated for a moment.

It had just rained the other day, there was ice on the ground, the sun was not seen under the dormitory building in the north all year round, and the winter was always slippery. Besides, it was snowing again, and it had been snowing for a long time, but it didn't melt on the ground, and it was even more slippery when it was applied to the ice.

Seeing that I was cautious, I moved inch by inch in fear. He gently held me around, and I could feel the firmness coming from him. With him around, I could feel safe, really safe. is particularly greedy for the warmth he gives, the firmness he brings, the sense of security he has, and his unique manhood.

Almost to Section C of our girls' dormitory. A voice came from the lawn: "Coming, coming, coming!" Suddenly, before Yu Haibin and I could react, we had already been hit by several snowball bombs, and snowflakes suddenly bloomed on my down jacket. One slapped him in the hair impartially, and suddenly half of his black hair was like snow, his handsome facial features were twisted together, his sword eyebrows were straight, and he said angrily: "You wait and see!" ”

Yu Haibin smiled and rubbed a snowball, and was about to throw it out, when I was hit by their snowball, the sole of one of my feet slipped, my center of gravity was unstable, and I fell forward. When it was too late, Yu Haibin hugged me all of a sudden, and I fell into his arms in an instant, still with the coolness of the west wind and snow. It was our first hug, and before I could come back to my senses and carefully reflect on the feeling of hugging, Yu Haibin carried me to the lawn two steps away and said, "Be careful!" After saying that, he threw himself into the "battle".

"Ahh Hahaha...... "It turned out to be the eldest brother and Lu Xue, Shi Zheng and Xiaohong, Li Angran and Yan Xiaoni, and of course Susan, who was alone."

The raging wind and snow can't resist the young and fiery heart. At the age of 19, we are as simple at heart as we were when we were teenagers. The lawn resounded with the laughter of a few of us, and the snowball fight stopped until the wind and snow stopped, and several of us sweated profusely. The memories of the years come to mind so clearly, and time is really unforgiving.

"The next time it snows, we'll settle accounts with them!" Yu Haibin said resentfully. I couldn't stop laughing as I looked at Yu Haibin turning into a snowman, but he patted the snow marks on my body very seriously, gently wiped the sweat from my bangs, and lowered his eyebrows and eyes were full of his gentleness.

"Seaside ......," I called him so emotionally for the first time.

"Qingyin, if one day I ...... You're separated, you have to forgive me, okay? His voice was softer, but slightly choked.

"Why? Why? We'll always be good ......," I asked, confused.

"I hope so, we ......" Before he could finish his words, a few of them came over giggling, and everyone talked and laughed for a while before they dispersed.

Yu Haibin turned around handsomely and handed me something. I spread out my gloves and saw that it was a ball of snow.

"A gift for you, go up! It's so cold! Good night! He habitually raised his hands to say goodbye to me, still smiling like a child. Good night! "I walked into the hallway.

It was dark, the lights were swaying, the snow had stopped, the wind was raging, and the palms were turning into snow.

I wrote in my diary: If one day, my heart is broken, I wish it would turn into pieces of snow and fall silently to the earth.

The corridor was warm, and when I climbed up to the sixth floor and went to the balcony to watch, his figure had disappeared, like snow in my palm, only water.

Snow trickles down the glove. Is our fate like the snow in the palm of the hand, and it will disappear after enjoying the warmth, so who would have thought that the thought would become a prophecy, and it would be strange that the relationship was shallow.

"Give him back his gloves tomorrow!" I used a clean towel to dry the water and dry it on the radiator.

Ever since that swollen foot, I think our relationship has been public. Although Yu Haibin didn't say anything, "I like you, let's get along!" But he also acquiesced to the statement that the two of us were in love. Later, I learned that I had been amorous, but his tenderness had repeatedly drawn me into such a deep grip that I could not refrain from approaching him, and even though he was unusually cold to me, I was like a moth to a fire, dead in body and immortal in heart.

Who is the white snow in whose palm, after melting, becomes the whole spring in her heart? The remaining three seasons withered to ashes.

Who is the tenderness at whose fingertips, after leaving, has become all the memories of her haunting youth? The rest of the moon is scattered with zero wind.