I looked at Zhong Yiping's aunt in front of me gratefully, only she understood the matter between me and Zhong Yiping, and understood the love between me and Yiping.

"Did Zhong Yiping receive the letter I wrote to Zhong Yiping?" Again, I ask emphatically.

"Qi Xun, listen to me repeat, let the past things pass, okay?"

"Then, is Yiping really doing well?" I asked, hoping to get the most authentic answer from Aunt Zhong Yiping.

"Zhong Yiping is doing well now, and you want her to do well, don't you?" Aunt Zhong Yiping said.

"Since Zhong Yiping got married, I have begun to control me and not to disturb her, but, after so many years, I have found that I still love Zhong Yiping......" I said, "Wait until today, it is ten years later, I will come to see Yiping again, in the future, I will not come again, but Yiping will always be in my heart." ”

"It's us who are sorry for both of you." Aunt Zhong Yiping wiped her tears, sighed, and said, "At the beginning, I thought you were a bad boy with a bad temper, and I wanted you to be a son-in-law, because I considered that you had a big temper, and I was afraid that you would treat Yiping badly." We love Yiping too much, and we give her too much discipline, this is all wrong judgment, Qi Xun, forgive us, forgive Zhong Yiping, okay? ”

I still couldn't control it, I cried, and tried my best to suppress my emotions and said: "I only blame myself, I focused on work and delayed my marriage with Yiping." ”

Perhaps, it was all God's arrangement: I came to see Yiping this time, but Yiping went to Beijing. When I first came, I just wanted to take a look at Zhong Yiping. Perhaps, life is not what we imagined, so accept everything calmly.

I said goodbye to Zhong Yiping's aunt and walked onto the embankment, recalling the moment when I was with Zhong Yiping, my eyes moistened again, and everything in front of me blurred......

Zhong Yiping, do you know, this time, I just wanted to come to see you, but you were not at home; In the future, perhaps, never to meet again, never again.

Zhong Yiping, let me ask you, how are you doing in Beijing?

I stood on the embankment, looking in the direction of Beijing, infinitely lost and sad, and a beautiful wish emerged in my heart: Yiping, I wish you happiness and happiness!

I got on the bus and leaned back on the high-backed seat......

Suddenly, I saw two little girls, about "fourteen or fifteen" years old. The breeze blew on their navy sailor suits.

"Look, Swallow! The flowers are blooming, the flowers are blooming. ”

"Xiaojiao, I saw it, I saw it, the flowers are blooming! The flowers are blooming! ”

Clusters of flowers blooming on the branches, clusters of flowers, white, lavender, beautiful and lovely, exuding bursts of fragrance, what beautiful flowers. The clusters of flowers, like small trumpets next to each other, what lovely flowers!

There were many people standing in the corridor at once, Mu Shan, Huang Ping, and Wei Huasong also came to the corridor; There were also many people in the dormitory downstairs, standing in the small courtyard, looking up at the flowers on the trees. Everyone looked happily at the flowers, shouting, laughing, and talking.

A group of girls swarmed around Wei Huasong, jumping up and down and shouting for Wei Huasong to pick flowers.

Wei Huasong was extremely shy in front of the girls, and his black face turned the color of pig liver.

Girls, you say, I shout, ask Wei Huasong to pick flowers.

Wei Huasong couldn't do anything more, he was already about to move, he tightened his belt, breathed a sigh of relief, jumped from the corridor onto the railing, slowly squatted down, spread his hands, like a big bird spread its wings. Then he jumped down and jumped directly from the railing on the second floor to the first floor. The courtyard suddenly resounded with thunderous applause, and there was a shout.

Wei Huasong took off his shoes, hugged the trunk of the tree with his hands, and put his feet on the trunk, like a monkey, and then kicked on the tree for a while.

The girls swarmed to the bottom of the tree, stretched out their hands to their favorite branches, shouting, noisy, so lively.

Wei Huasong was very happy to pluck many flower branches and handed them to the girls one by one.

Huang Ping whispered: "Dude, wait a while, let's go to the girl's bedroom to play?" ”

Everyone looked at each other and laughed, as excited and happy as if they were about to enter a treasure.

Huang Ping and Mu Shan squeezed in front of the mirror, sprayed mousse on the top of their heads, and then combed them with a comb, and the two of them involuntarily whistled while changing into clean clothes, and finally did not forget to polish their leather shoes.

Huang Ping took the lead in walking in front, but when he arrived at the door of bedroom No. 6, he wanted to hide behind, but was pulled by Mu Shan and stood at the door of the bedroom like pushing a shield.

Wei Huasong reached out and knocked on the door. As the knock sounded, Huang Ping still wanted to break free, and was pressed against the bedroom door by Mu Shan.

The door was opened, revealing a round smiling face, a pair of large black eyes shining with a beautiful luster, and a smile said, "Please come in." ”

"Liu Dajiao, thank you, thank you." Huang Ping said loudly in a grateful tone. At this time, Mu Shan and Wei Huasong from behind pushed into the No. 6 bedroom.

The room was filled with floral scents, mixed with the scent of rouge and perfume. The girl's bedroom was cleaned up and neat, and there were flowers everywhere, and there were flowers in the windows, on the tables, and in the mosquito nets.

Huang Ping and Mu Shan saw the opportunity to squeeze to the girls' table and sit down.

Wei Huasong walked to a bed without saying a word, and simply lay down on the bed.

I also sat down on the bed, but in a panic I asked, "Whose bed is this?" ”

"Mine." Zheng Qingmei's heavy makeup makes her look perfect and gorgeous, with an irresistibly beautiful face.

I was embarrassed to look at Zheng Qingmei, and turned my head to see a painting of the Little Tigers hanging on the mosquito net.

I was shocked: I woke up immediately, and it turned out to be a dream.

In the sky, the rain as thin as spider's silk is still falling, and countless lights are flickering. I seem to be watching the rain, and it is like remembering:

Pei Xiaomei, Mu Zairong, Li Xuemei, Xiong Liying...... A flurry of names flashed......

I hope you are happy, I think, those good days in Shashi will always remain in the bottom of my heart.

Shashi, I love you.