The proprietress Xuan Hua glanced at her son and then at the pretty boy Xia Yang.
That pretty boy is actually quite handsome.
The two young men and women look really good together.
The proprietress Xuan Hua turned around and glanced at her son. Suddenly, she didn't know what to say.
She intuitively told her that there must be something wrong with that pretty boy who suddenly wanted to recognize his elder brother.
He stretched out his rich little hand and pulled the corner of his wife's clothes beside him.
My son is still too young.
This father has failed in his duty!
She thought that the old man would teach her son to talk about life and ideals in a timely manner, starting from poetry and songs to philosophy of life, and then from philosophy of life to how to court girls.
After all, back then, when the old man chased her, he followed his own tricks.
Although they are childhood sweethearts and sweethearts, the old man has also gone through a long and short journey to get married.
Alas! My poor son was tricked by that pretty boy.
Huh? Boss Liu Fen glanced at that rich little hand and looked at his old woman with wide eyes. What's going on?
In addition to the sunset, beautiful flowers and plants, and good-looking young men and women, there is nothing to be nervous about here.
The proprietress Xuan Hua glanced at her wife next to her. She was so stupid. Why were she staring at her?
Huh? The boss Liu Fen came closer to his old lady and reached out to take the rich hand holding his sleeve. Don't be afraid, he is here.
What are you pulling? Xuan Hua, the proprietress, glared at her ignorant wife and pulled her hand back. Well, she should come and relieve her son in person.
This old man has always been unreliable.
Boss Liu Fen's eyes widened and he blinked several times quickly. Was he wrong?
The proprietress Xuan Hua glanced at her husband, then looked at her son, a smile instantly appeared on her face, "Son, actually, you are too simple and kind, and you value friendship too much."
"Yeah, yeah." Boss Liu Fen quickly agreed. He glanced at Xuan Hua and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Son, did you send a love letter later?"
Hmm, love letter?
The proprietress Xuan Huafeng opened her eyes slightly, turned her head and looked at her husband who had a gossipy look on her side.
How long has it been and you are still thinking about love letters?
"What do you want me to do?" the boss Liu Fen said in a very uninterested manner, "Son, go on, I'll help you sum up my experience."
"Okay." Liu Ruixuan smiled. Summarizing experience?
The gossipy expression on my father's face, as well as my mother's frequent twitching and secret glances, are clearly showing that their relationship is successful, but his love is pale.
Anyway, since it has begun, let's continue. This can be regarded as an end to his secret love. From now on, he will get along well with Qingqing and cherish the people in front of him.
Later that day, in the afterglow of dusk, he finally did not sit down and finish the meal with Xia Yang.
When I looked up, I found that Zhu Yan, who was six or seven tables away, was gone.
At that moment, his brain returned to normal.
His goal is to track Zhu Yan and find her college, class, and even dormitory.
He looked at the tofu puffs in front of him, picked up the spoon, smacked it, and put it down again.
Now, it should be possible to chase him out.
"I've just eaten a lot. Thank you for your help. I won't disturb you two."
"No, let's eat together." Xia Yang grabbed his sleeve, "Brother, your appetite is a bit small."
"Ahem," Liu Ruixuan glanced at Xia Yang beside him, and then at the slender hand. He almost felt a little dizzy again. He quickly turned his head away, stared at the tofu brain in front of him, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
, calm.
The goal now is not to organize F3, but to chase Zhu Yan.
"I'm full, thank you Xia Yang." Liu Ruixuan gently pulled out his sleeve, "I am Liu Ruixuan, Wen Dao Liu, wise Rui, publicity Xuan, see you later, brother."
After saying that, he smiled politely at Xia Yang and the handsome face opposite him, turned around, and left quickly.
"Hey, Brother Liu, which department are you from?" Xia Yang's gentle voice came from behind.
"Conservatory of Music, Piano Department, Junior."
Liu Ruixuan paused, turned his head and smiled, then turned and left.
"Okay, Brother Liu, go ahead and get busy. See you later." Xia Yang's gentle voice came from behind.
Liu Ruixuan turned around and Xia Yang waved his hand.
Actually, being the boss is pretty good.
He must organize this F3. From now on, he will no longer be alone.
But, right now, he has more important things to do.
Walking out of the restaurant door, looking around, there are images of beautiful women everywhere.
That day, he never saw Zhu Yan again, and he also never saw Xia Yang.
He resumed his previous life of going to Jingbo Lake to check in and wandering around campus all day long.
The same Jingbo Lake, the same dusk, the same dining hall, the same library, he could even get the time right. However, Zhu Yan, and Xia Yang, seemed to have disappeared from the world.
He didn't even see the boy with flat hair and thick eyebrows who liked to eat his leftover tofu.
It seemed that the previous encounter was purely a figment of his own imagination, with no trace left behind.
When the afterglow of dusk faded into colorful clouds in the western horizon, the campus became lively.
There are more and more people on the path. Girls go to the library in groups to borrow books, or read quietly in a corner of the campus, or watch the dusk on the campus from the top floor of the dormitory building.
The most lively place is the green playground that connects the teaching building and the dormitory building. The boys are busy playing basketball and football there, and there are more or less girls watching.
And when dusk came, he always used to stand at the window of the teaching building and look out longingly, watching the shadow of the setting sun fade away little by little behind the bamboo forest, and slowly fade away, and watch the ultimate beauty of the campus as the dusk passed by.
Enjoy the tranquility of the dusk, see the lively figures, and enjoy the vitality and comfort of youth.
"Beautiful Dusk Corner" sounded at this moment, with a gentle voice and a gentle melody, just like the women in those distant times who had a faint scent on their sleeves. They were gentle and beautiful, filling the air with a sense of intelligence and rationality.
breath.
Listening to the beady voice filled the air, the evening of that year was enveloped in a tranquil and graceful charm, so much so that even now, when I think about it, it is still so peaceful and graceful, like an ink landscape painting forever.
It's fixed there, never fades, never changes.
He thought that listening to such a voice, he suddenly felt a little moved, and inexplicably, he thought of that blue and white silhouette again.
Fifteen days have passed since the previous encounter.
There are many musical instrument rooms in the Conservatory of Music, and the one he likes most and frequents is the piano room on the first floor.
There are iron windows with carved hollows, mahogany doors with traces of time, and ivy with the flavor of memory, spreading from the ground to the fourth floor, crossing the roof, and hanging down in curves.
That piano room is where he practices.
Occasionally, I would daydream in front of the carved and hollow iron window, whether one day the ethereal sound of the piano would come from that ancient room, or whether in the dusk, a young woman in white clothes and plain skirt would come to the window to accompany me for a while.
The music, reciting a few melodious lyrics, was full of melancholy, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only a moment of surprise. But all this never happened when I was passing by and waiting. Then I was thinking again, maybe that
It was originally an empty building, a symbol and testimony of the ancient campus. After that, I never set my eyes there again when I looked out the window.
One morning when I was passing by, I faintly heard the sound of a piano coming from not far away. I held my breath and listened, only to realize that it was coming from the old piano room. As I got closer, I realized that the piano was missing.
An old copper lock, a figure sitting with his back to the door.
That figure had long black hair, tied into a high ponytail, hanging down the back of his head. He was wearing a beige dress, with his neatly draped hair at his feet. Looking at that figure, he suddenly thought of the blue and white hair again.
The beautiful shadows come and go.
But that person never appeared again.
After that, the sound of the piano would be heard at the same time every morning, just when I happened to pass by. The music did not stop, the time did not stop, and the sound of the piano continued until the end of mid-spring and the arrival of late spring.
When I turned to leave, I heard the sound of the piano stopped. Looking back, who did I see?
Standing on the side of the piano, the swan-necked girl with her bright eyes.
Today, many years later, ten years have passed, and I thought my memory has been blurred, but I still remember the ancient flower stand, the shining piano next to the flower stand, and you playing seriously at the piano, with a peaceful face and a quiet atmosphere in the room.
Music, the song "Reading You".
I can't help but recall the sentences in Dielianhua. I can't find the old world by following the footsteps in the dream. I can't keep the old memories while holding on to the time in the dream. I pile up this sentence, you are all my happiness and joy.
Source of sadness, you are a door for me to leave quietly...