A gust of warm wind blew by, and Liu Ruixuan blinked slightly.
Huh? Where is the singing coming from?
I turned my eyes around and found the source of the sound, Xia Yang?
"It's spring again to see the red beans bloom/I don't see any lovers picking them/the fireworks are all over the place and the true love is not there/the most willing to forget the ancient poems/the most dismissive is lovesickness..."
Huh? Liu Ruixuan looked towards Xia Yang.
The second brother actually hummed the love song he just thought of.
When did they have such a tacit understanding?
"Senior Xia Yang," a surprised expression flashed across Luo Yan's face. She glanced at Liu Ruixuan and then at Xia Yang, "This song is really nice."
"Yeah." Xia Yang responded and turned away, "Old song, "Red Bean"."
Yes, oldie.
Only old songs have flavor! Classics are timeless and will be passed down forever.
Liu Ruixuan silently praised Xia Yang in his heart.
However, he still wanted to listen to the "Lovesickness" article. Looking at Xia Yang who turned away, he hesitated for a moment.
If you speak out now, will your presence be highlighted?
Looking at Luo Yan's current situation, she seems to have forgotten what she just confessed.
Liu Ruixuan thought and thought, thought and thought, lowered his eyes slightly, forget it, let's ask again later during dinner.
"Senior Xia Yang, have you read the article "Lovesickness"?" Luo Yan's voice came over, extremely pleasant.
Liu Ruixuan smiled and looked towards Luo Yan, just in time to see her glance over.
Ahem, is he so obvious?
"Yeah." Xia Yang turned around and Feng Qingyun smiled lightly, "I've seen it, haven't you finished it?"
"I've finished reading, but I have no impression." Luo Yan lowered her head and smiled, "Senior Xia Yang, do you still have any impression?"
"Yeah." Xia Yang responded, looking left and right at Luo Yan and Liu Ruixuan, "Do you want to listen?"
"Uh-huh."
Liu Ruixuan and Luo Yan smiled at each other and looked towards Xia Yang.
"Ahem," Xia Yang cleared his throat, turned his head slightly and looked at the crescent moon in the western sky. A warm voice rang in his ears.
"Suddenly, I remembered that I had seen Stendhal's epitaph a few years ago: Lived, Loved, Wrote."
What? What he wants to listen to is "Lovesickness", the beautiful article "Lovesickness"!
What does this have to do with Stendhal?
Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but rolled his eyes at Xia Yang.
He glanced at Luo Yan from the corner of his eye and quickly looked away.
Ahem, Luo Yan is looking at him!
Looking at him again!
Well, he'd better reduce his presence!
Liu Ruixuan looked towards Xia Yang. The crescent moon was still so bright and beautiful, just like the lovesick red bean, so beautiful that it was heart-stopping.
"Or, the time can be longer, the story can be older, so far back that just after I have some emotions, I start to want to control it, so old that I can recall the green years of the Dou Kou years, it is an instant of eternity, or
You can feel the thoughts of those years when your hair turns gray or when your hair is long and fluttering."
Hmm? The epitaph just now is from "Lovesickness"?
Liu Ruixuan looked at Xia Yang's handsome profile and listened carefully.
"I received a beautifully bound book, which touched my thoughts many years ago, and everything began to have a decent beginning. In other words, the tone of the story was interpreted in the long ago."
Xia Yang's warm voice sounded in the warm wind, and it had a different kind of emotion.
Liu Ruixuan suddenly discovered a problem. Xia Yang's memory is too good, right?
When did he see this?
This year, last year or before?
"Youth passed by, memory passed by, so that even now, many years later, the story still has no ending.
And I have long been accustomed to moving forward, just as I imagined back then: in the rainy south of the Yangtze River, in the gray-white pavilions, listening to songs. I started to be silent, became more persistent, my eyes were clear, and I never stopped or made any noise."
Ahem, after many years? The story still has no ending?
Liu Ruixuan's heart tightened for no reason, and he suddenly remembered Xia Yang's words before, that girl who liked to write, became unhappy later?
Does Xia Yang know the girl who wrote the article?
Or, the girl who wrote the article is the author of "Lovesickness"?
Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but look towards Xia Yang, that familiar profile, that gentle voice!
"Yichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and rain, and the plums are yellow and rainy.
The light rain beats on the window lattice, bringing up boundless thoughts: Who once held a light blue umbrella and wore a long floral skirt swaying in the light rain, leaving behind boundless longings and gratitude.
All the beautiful moments of summer are gathered in the rain at this moment. Suddenly, I recall an ancient poem:
One step up the mountain, another step up the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, thousands of lamps are lit in the dead of night. The wind changes, the snow changes, shattering the heart of the country, the dream cannot come true, there is no such sound in the hometown."
This word is so familiar!
One pair for life people!
Oh, no, it’s the words of the author Nalan Rongruo, whom I just mentioned that I only saw Ruruo at the beginning of my life!
Does this author also like Nalan?
Liu Ruixuan blinked. He also liked Nalan, which Xia Yang and Luo Yan had just mentioned.
Now the author of "Lovesickness" actually mentioned it.
Is this a coincidence?
Luo Yan seems to have no reaction?
Liu Ruixuan glanced at Luo Yan on the left from the corner of his eye. She was smiling slightly, raising her chin slightly, looking at him as she did just now!
Ahem, Liu Ruixuan quickly looked away.
Is this Luo Yan listening to "Lovesickness"?
Or are you looking at him openly and openly in the name of listening to "Lovesickness"?
Alas! This question is difficult to answer.
Let's leave it to his brand mentor Xia Yang.
As for him, just be the boss quietly and listen to music and beautiful articles.
"So, pour a cup of light tea, in the summer solstice rain, in the gently wafting fragrance of tea, taste it carefully and drink lightly. Accompanying the wind, listening to the rain, and feeling the monotonous and repetitive changes of the seasons .”
Hmm? Light tea? Summer rain? The change of four seasons?
Liu Ruixuan's mind was spinning rapidly.
This article jumps so fast.
He also likes tea!
I heard from Principal Cao that his senior sister Fengyun also liked to drink tea. From then on, he quietly became concerned. He originally thought that the senior sister also drank boiled water.
Later, I realized that people tasted the tea ceremony, experienced the exquisite tea art, and appreciated the tea-like life.
And his favorite tea is that cup of warm boiled water.
Once upon a time, a bottle of fruit juice drink was the most popular thing when I was a teenager.
But now, I have already passed my teenage years, and one foot is about to step into the threshold that begins with the word "二", while the other foot is still lingering in the door of teenagers, not wanting to leave.
That cup of boiled water has become his favorite "tea".
Drink all kinds of water and taste all kinds of tea, warm or boiling, fragrant or strong, bitter or sweet.
Life is moving forward bit by bit in such various colors of tea and water.
Occasionally I glance at the moonlight in the western sky.
The moonlight shines down, revealing a hazy, shiny white color. The curved golden lamp is reflected in the sight of it.
Suddenly two sentences came to mind: The moon hangs outside the west window, and the shadows of the trees dance.
This kind of moonlight, this kind of night, this kind of light and moonlight, it is suitable to hold a cup of tea and enjoy the light fragrance...