The stairs are long, and they seem to be very short.

In the past, when he walked with Feng Qingyue, he was relaxed, and he only needed to stand beside her and walk with her.

At that time, the young man was still young, with great ambitions, young and frivolous, he was freshly dressed and angry, and he never stopped because of the twists and turns in life.

But now he has a dark road ahead, and he has no light.

Jiang Yuye's pace is no longer easy, he will be very tired after walking for a long time, his bones will hurt, and he has a young skin, but he is already dilapidated inside.

He stopped in three steps, like reminiscing and waiting for someone.

It's a pity that when he walked to the top, he was still facing a biting cold wind.

He paused for a long time, until his legs went numb, and finally the phalanges of his guide stick were white and cold, and then he continued on.

"Zhouzi, help me find it, and then take it off."

Jiang Yuye was tall, looked up at the wishing tree slightly, and when the wind blew, a wind chime rang, he paused and looked for the wind chime.

"When are the wind chimes hanging here?"

The ark was still looking under the tree, there were many wishes on it, and some were blown off the ground by the wind, and when he heard the words, he replied: "I don't know, maybe it has been hung up in the past two years, and we haven't been back to Lincheng for a year or two." ”

Fang Zhou didn't find it in the tree, so he looked for it on the ground, and he looked at a red frenulum that was blown off by the wind at the root of the tree, which was the one written by Jiang Yuye.

Fortunately, the tree was large and dense, and the roots were not wet.

He picked it up: "Brother Yu, I picked it up on the ground." ”

"Dropped?" Jiang Yuye murmured softly: "Forget it, so be it, go back." ”

He turned and walked the way he came.

"Donor, stay."

Suddenly hearing an old voice, Jiang Yuye stopped his steps.

His eyes looked precisely in the direction of the visitor: "Who are you?" ”

The old man smiled happily, looked at the Bodhi beads on Jiang Yuye's wrist and said, "The monk who gave you the Bodhi bracelet two years ago." ”

As soon as he lifted the bracelet, Jiang Yuye knew that it was the monk who was the same as a god stick, and his eyebrows were indifferent: "What's the matter?" ”

The old monk looked at the wishing tree and sighed: "It is difficult to find a love word in the world, since the donor has asked for it, why give up?" ”

He smiled happily: "You might as well ask your little friend to look for it on the tree again, maybe there is a surprise you don't know." ”

Fang Zhou looked at the sloppily dressed monk, and then looked at Jiang Yuye, who had no emotion on his face, and finally continued to look under the tree suspiciously.

The cold wind lifted one of the red ties, and Fang Zhou's eyes quickly grasped it, and when he saw the handwriting and content on it, he was stunned for a moment, and then walked in front of Jiang Yuye.

"Brother Yu, I have found my wish to take the Qingyue college entrance examination the year before last."

On May 19th, Jiang Yuye will never forget that day.

It is the catastrophe of Feng Qingyue, and it is also his catastrophe.

That day, he peeked at her wish and blessed himself with a successful college entrance examination, but he still asked: "What did she write?" ”

Fang Zhou chuckled: "This one of hers hangs in the same place as yours, and it reads "Mr. Jiang, I promised." ”

promised to marry him at the age of twenty-five.

Jiang Yuye remembered it and went back to that day.

At that time, the sun was just right, and the boy was in his prime.

The girl raised a soft and bright smile and said to go back and pick up the bracelet.

Instead of picking up the bracelet, she promised her life.

She changed her wishes, when he didn't know it.

Jiang Yuye's eyes were a little astringent, and his eyelashes became moist when he blinked, relieving his dryness.

"Donor, your wish has come true, you just need to go and see her."

Meet her.

Jiang Yuye's hand holding the guide cane was forceful, he had lost the courage to see her, he was afraid that his burden would bore her.

"Love itself can eliminate all difficulties, the person who loves each other, no matter what you become, she will love you as before, donor, go boldly, don't think about anything, in case, between you and her, it is you who kowtowed in your last life, this is the fate you begged, and it should belong to you."

Jiang Yuye stood silently, and the old monk was not in a hurry, he put his hands in his sleeves and looked up at the snow that was falling heavier and heavier.

After a long time, Jiang Yuye sneered lightly: "Old god stick." ”

The old monk didn't care, and watched him walk away with a smile.

Turning his head to look at the two wishes fluttering in the wind, Jiang Yuye tied them up again.

Instead of returning to Kyoto, he went to Kaishi.

Living in an apartment closest to Feng Qingyue University is their Jiang family's property.

He took out his previous mobile phone, and since the last call with Feng Qingyue, he has never used it again, and it has been turned off and dusty.

When I turned it on again, there was a lot of news.

Feng Qingyue's message was placed on top by him, and he clicked on the chat box with his fingers following his memory, but accidentally clicked on the voice she sent him.

"Jiang Yuye, today is August 27th, happy nineteenth birthday."

"Jiang Yuye, Happy New Year."

"Jiang Yuye, where are you? I miss you so much. ”

"It's been another year, if you ignore me again, I'll really leave."

"Jiang Yuye, happy twentieth birthday."

"I dreamed yesterday, I dreamed of you, and I woke up a little lost, it's good that you're by my side."

"Jiang Yuye, whether you are sick or disabled, I don't care, I just know that I love you."

The voices played down one by one, and when he heard Feng Qingyue's sentence "I love you", he still had red eyes, what was trapping him.

Jiang Yuye now knows that it has always been himself, and he has begun to become inferior, sensitive, expecting her news, and afraid of her news.

Playing with yourself again and again.

He couldn't defeat that cowardly self, that's why he hid for so long.

This time, Jiang Yuye sat in front of the window for a long, long time.

……

The sophomore class is very tight, and Feng Qingyue is like a spinning top, turning without stopping.

Shu Chun couldn't stand it anymore, she used to graduate from college, and it was not bad to be able to enter this school, but she was still swept to death by Feng Qingyue.

And how can anyone only study, no social activities, so today she wants to drag her out of school to go shopping.

At this time, Feng Qingyue was studying the design principle of the aircraft, and there were samples in the laboratory, and she was specially allowed to come and go freely because of the professor's permission.

"Chunchun, I'm still writing a report, it's still a little short."

Shu Chun looked at her speechlessly: "Qingqing, today is December 24th, Christmas Eve, how can you say that you can also give yourself a night off to go out and eat an apple?" Let's go, Zhinuan and Shuhe are waiting for you. ”

In the end, Feng Qingyue could only give up his experimental report and follow Shu Chun out.

The four of them gathered at the school gate, the crowd in front of them was noisy, Shu Chun saw that Ning Shuhe kept looking in that direction, so he asked, "What are you doing in front?" It's so lively. ”

Ning Shuhe retracted his gaze, raised his eyebrows and said: "There is a handsome guy at the gate of the school, he is really handsome, his height is 185, he is tall and handsome, more handsome than Senior Xi." ”

There are really not many people who can be praised by Ning Shuhe, her eyes are very picky, Shu Chun tiptoes and looks: "Where is it?" Why didn't I see it? ”

"Blocked by the crowd, there's nothing to look at, handsome is handsome, but it's a pity that he's blind, by the way, where are we going to play?"

Feng Qingyue, who was careless on one side, quickly raised his head when he heard the word "blind".

She grabbed Ning Shuhe's hand and asked anxiously, "Where is he?" ”

Ning Shuhe was startled, stretched out his hand and pointed in a direction, and Feng Qingyue immediately ran in this direction.

The three of them looked at each other, and then they all trotted to follow.

Pushing aside the crowd, the slender figure stood under an evergreen pine tree, he was wearing a long black coat, his slightly broken hair covered part of his eyebrows and eyes, his complexion was cold and white, his expression was cold, and he was holding a guide cane in his hand.

Although he didn't have any emotions, Feng Qingyue still saw a trace of crampedness in him.

It's Jiang Yuye.

It's her Aye.

Her birthday wish came true, and he finally came to her side.

It should have been a joyful reunion, but Feng Qingyue couldn't help crying.

Tears were streaming down her eyes as she slowly approached him.

In the end, he couldn't control his pace anymore, and ran towards him quickly, hugging him desperately.

Jiang Yuye was suddenly held, his body was slightly tight, and after smelling the familiar gardenia, his whole tense body relaxed again.

He couldn't see, and he knew, that his little girl was crying again.

He no longer knew how many times he made her cry, and he was reluctant to let her cry, but every time he cried because of him.

He stood, reaching for the top of her plush head, a smile on his lips and a gentle voice.

"The wind is clear, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Feng Qingyue was in tears, missing the warmth in his arms, and laughing with him.

"Don't come unharmed, Jiang Yuye."

In this busy world with the rapid development of the times, she is very fortunate that the two have not separated, and she is also very glad that they can meet again in the changes of the years, and they will always be the same as they were at the beginning.

She held Jiang Yuye's hand tightly, no matter birth, old age, illness, or death, she could no longer separate them.

There are many imperfections in the world, there are regrets and fulfillments, but there is always such a person, who is here for you and will not change in this life.

"Jiang Yuye, if you can't see it anymore, let me be your eyes."

It makes me sad to write, Brother Ye is the worst male protagonist in my pen.

There are lovers who eventually become relatives and scatter flowers.