I glanced at Zhu Yan, who was hugging her, and wow, her hair is so dark.
Suddenly I remembered Liu Tianwang's advertising slogan: The lover of my dreams has long black and beautiful hair.
Xia Yang blinked and lowered his head carefully. His hair smelled so good.
Even if Zhu Yan doesn't have long black and beautiful hair, she is still the girl of his dreams.
She has really changed so much that he can hardly recognize her anymore.
Hey, someone must be scolding him, his right eyelid is twitching like he's having a fight.
Xia Yang shook his head from side to side, glanced around, and found that not far away, five or six girls were professionally eating tofu and watching a show.
The other side, eh?
Xia Yang couldn't help but be startled. The boss and the boss's wife were staring at him, looking like enemies who were extremely jealous when they saw the truth.
Does he owe them money?
Xia Yang thought for a moment and raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he owed them ten yuan.
All right.
He admitted it and let Liu Ruixuan step in first.
Xia Yang turned around, hey, why is Liu Ruixuan standing there too?
Urgent to eat?
What to look at?
Xia Yang shook his head gently, feeling Zhu Yan's pounding and pounding, and the accelerated heartbeat. He couldn't help but raise his chin slightly towards Liu Ruixuan, and take a look.
Let's be envious and jealous.
He has a wife to hold him, who is he afraid of?
No one can disturb his firm belief in loving Zhu Yan.
Is Liu Ruixuan still looking at him?
Xia Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at Liu Ruixuan, if you still have any evil thoughts about Zhu Yan, he will destroy you on behalf of Lan Qingqing.
Liu Ruixuan lowered his head and smiled, then looked away.
Xia Yang, even if you like Zhu Yan, you can't erase it. Zhu Yan was once the white moonlight in his heart.
That was the first time he was attracted to a girl.
Zhu Yan is his secret love that he has never had and will never have time to express.
"Son," the landlady Xuan Hua called softly, sighing silently in her heart.
She felt the same way.
Although she has never experienced it personally, she has read countless books.
The first love of any boy or girl is not always pure and beautiful.
Just like, in the garden under the sycamore tree, the grass that has just sprouted, the willow branches that have just turned green, and the flowers that have just bloomed are all so hazy, yet so sweet.
Just because of your smile, I will laugh for a whole day, because of your look, I will be in a daze for a long time, and also because of your casual words, I will be sad for a whole day.
Hey, son, isn’t that unspoken secret love like the ivy not far away, which only grows green and leaves, greening other people’s eyes and enriching the colors of spring, but in the end, it does not bear fruit.
The landlady sighed softly, glanced at her husband, and immediately put her left hand on the chopping board again.
This crooked old man actually has a face full of gossip!
Hey, where's the knife?
I looked around and found that it was placed on the other end of the chopping board, with a distance of two meters in between.
Well, they are civilized people and a scholarly family, so they can't hold a knife.
"Ahem."
Liu Ruixuan put down the dish he was holding, took a deep look at Xia Yang on the left, sighed softly, and glanced left and right at his parents.
How lucky he was to have such an unreliable father and mother and to have such a harmful friend.
Looking at the impulsive old woman who liked to play with kitchen knives, Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his temples. Well, for the sake of his friend's safety, he might as well explain it to his parents.
"Actually, I can't blame Xia Yang for this. Everything has its own way..."
Liu Ruixuan glanced at the French plane tree on the right. It is said that it is a symbol of romance.
He clearly remembered that when he first saw Zhu Yan, it was also spring, and just like today, the sun was shining brightly, and there were also romantic plane trees beside the path he passed.
University life is always leisurely and lazy. For a while, he sat by the window but couldn't see anyone outside the window. I don't know from which day he suddenly discovered that the classroom window began to open on the other side.
side.
Looking out of the window, he could actually see two tall French plane trees, neatly trimmed, standing in his sight from the window.
In the early morning, at noon or in the hazy evening, when you are tired of reading, when you need peace of mind or when you are bored. Just then, when you raise your eyes, you can see two French plane trees outside the window.
You can see the cloudy or sunny sky revealed through the gaps in the leaves, as well as the crowds of people coming and going under the sky.
The days passed through the autumn, winter and spring and summer of my freshman year with such a distant view.
When the calendar turned to spring again, he walked through most of the city, looking for the bookstore he often visited many years ago. The plain bookstore, the wooden shelves, the beautifully bound ancient books with thread binding, exuding the smell of ink-marked books, slowly filled the air...
…
He still clearly remembers that the road he walked was covered with French plane trees. Large tracts of plane trees thickly blocked the way he came.
He couldn't help but look up. Only the sycamores here could be called "dense" or "gorgeous as a canopy".
The asphalt road in the afternoon was quiet, surprisingly quiet. Occasionally, after one or two pedestrians passed by, only the large swaths of sycamore trees and the straight and wide road extending forward were left to accompany him.
"I walked alone on the street looking at the sky, and couldn't find the answer..." A timely and well-timed old song sounded, hitting the eardrums, "The more time I have, the more I get used to being alone."
He stopped in the midst of such singing, passing through the branches and leaves of the sycamore tree, looking at the blue sky, looking at the green years when the flowers were blooming and falling, thinking that he had a lot of time to squander, and thinking that the story at that time would be very long.
That day, the warm sunshine left a full taste of spring.
He suddenly had an illusion of alternating illusion and reality.
In that illusion, when I turned around, I saw a beautiful figure.
A girl with shoulder-length hair, like an angel who has just folded her wings, stood quietly outside the two sycamore trees, her swan-like neck slightly raised, a smile blooming on her face, looking up at the blue sky above her head.
.
He suddenly forgot time and space, and just looked at her quietly, until she suddenly turned her head and smiled sweetly at him.
He is so breathtaking, his eyes are so beautiful.
Watch her gradually leaving in the background.
A long sigh from the bottom of my heart: It’s over!
The clear blue and white figure, the shoulder-length black hair, the swan's neck, that clean smile, those spring-like eyes, those pure eyes...
Later that day, he couldn't remember how he floated back to Jingyun's dormitory with one foot high and one foot low.
He only knew that from that day on, the girl's image was like a time bomb that exploded before he fell asleep at night.
well!
Who is he? Just like when Fang Hongjian met Tang Xiaofu, his mood was erratic that day, and the image of that person was like a huge folded steel seal, which suddenly hit his heart and became his
A symbol of the soul that cannot be shaken off.
Where did you come from? Where are you going? What do you want in life? So what if you have the first love? What will you get? What will you not get? What will you do with happiness? And what will happen with sadness?
"I understand, that angel-like girl is Zhu Xiaoyan."
The proprietress Xuan Hua said quietly, turning her head to look at the little angel being hugged by the pretty face, countless feelings of envy, jealousy and hatred flashed across her face.
This Zhu Xiaoyan is indeed beautiful, and her son has good eyesight.
It's a pity that the handsome son's first love was stolen by that shameless and heartless pretty boy.
Break off the relationship? After breaking up the relationship, I will give you a lesson for you, this heartless pretty boy.
"What happened next?" Boss Liu Fen slowly swallowed a few words, "Why were you left alone?"
Leave to dry?
Liu Ruixuan opened his mouth and glanced at Zhu Yan. It would be nice if he could just put it aside.
"Don't talk and listen to your son." Xuan Hua, the proprietress, turned around and said, "How did you get dumped later?"
Liu Ruixuan:??
What a mother-in-law!
You are so gossipy and direct, have you ever considered your son's feelings?
"Hurry up and say it, I'm going to teach that pretty boy a lesson." Xuan Hua, the wife of the boss, pushed her husband and reached for the kitchen knife on the other side of the chopping board.
"Hey, hey, Hua'er, be calm and calm, you can't hold a knife. Son, tell me quickly, why did you get exposed..."