With a low cry, Liu Ruixuan's tears instantly burst out of his eyes.
Feeling the warmth of Ouyang Fuqian's fingertips, it was like going back to the past.
So real yet so far away, reality and illusion alternate.
Crying with joy!
That morning, when he saw the exquisite hourglass, he felt the same way.
He thought Lailai was joking with him. Although he admitted that the pink flowered bag was beautiful, he did not rule out that it was Aunt Wu's masterpiece.
When he saw the exquisite hourglass, he was stunned for a while.
Looking at the dark blue glass bottle with flat ends and suddenly thinning in the middle, there is fine white sand in the middle.
Liu Ruixuan looked towards Hu Kan, "What is this?"
"Look." Hu Lai took it over, turned it upside down, and put it on the table. The fine white sand slowly dripped down. Each one was mixed with the texture of sunlight and shone slightly.
Sunlight shines in outside the window, and the fresh and bright sunshine shines on the crystal bottle, reflecting a gentle halo, and the wind blows in from the window.
The soft and calm spring breeze just embraces the rising sun naturally, without any pretense of gorgeousness or ostentation of spring flowers blooming.
Just like the first time I met my cousin.
Liu Ruixuan reached out and took the pink letterhead and saw the familiar handwriting: Xiaogui Xiaorui (personally express).
At that moment, a special emotion surged through his heart, and his eyes began to moisten with moisture. He opened it carefully, only to find that it was empty without a word.
My heart skipped a beat, cousin, was she bullying him again?
Liu Ruixuan blinked, raised his hand and rubbed it again, but there was still no trace of ink at all.
Unexpectedly, I felt that the pink letter in front of me was blurry.
"Xiao Rui?" Hu Lai exclaimed and quickly leaned over, reaching out to him at a loss. However, he accidentally knocked over the beautiful little bottle on the table. He hurriedly helped it up and pushed it to the side of the desk.
A corner.
"Xiao Rui, why are you crying?" Hu Lai's voice rang in his ears.
Did he cry?
Liu Ruixuan sniffed. He just felt a little sad, a little heavy and a little depressed.
"I'm not crying." Liu Ruixuan turned to look at Hu Lai, only to find that Hu Lai nearby suddenly became blurry, as if separated by a layer of mist.
Did he really cry?
Suddenly I felt something cold on my face, as if something had slipped across my face. I reached out to wipe it away, but a tear came out.
He actually cried.
Liu Ruixuan sniffed, wiped his face, blinked slightly, looked out the window, and quietly raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.
He is ten years old and a grown boy.
"No." Hu Lai reached out and touched Liu Ruixuan, "Are you so excited?"
Liu Ruixuan blinked, turned his head, smiled at Hu Lai, and said nothing.
"Didn't answer? Are you still waiting for me to wipe it for you?" Hu Lai smiled and stretched out his hand again.
"I'm not crying." Liu Ruixuan snorted with a nasal sound. He moved his eyes down to Hu Lai's hand and saw two butterflies.
Two butterflies?
That was the handkerchief given to them by their cousin.
"Think I'm blind." Hu Lai took a handkerchief and wiped it on Liu Ruixuan's face randomly, "Okay."
After saying that, he put the handkerchief back, picked up the textbook on the table, opened a corner, stood on the table, and put the butterfly handkerchief on it.
He turned to look at Liu Ruixuan and smiled: "Fortunately, I don't have many tears."
"I'm not crying." Liu Ruixuan argued, turned away, and read the pink letter again and again.
Still blank.
Oh, no, except for the original shading pattern and horizontal lines on the letterhead, it is completely blank.
Cousin, are you kidding him?
He is ten years old and can already read.
Even if you can't read, you can still draw pictures.
What does it mean if this word is not written?
"Okay, you said you didn't cry, so you didn't cry. I was the one who cried, okay?" Hu Lai turned his head and smacked his mouth, "Did you read clearly what is written on it?"
Liu Ruixuan turned around and pushed the pink letter in front of Hu Lai, "Content?"
"That's right." Hu Lai laughed, leaned his head over, and put one head over the other, and the two heads were instantly on the table.
"Did you see it?" Hu Lai pressed Liu Ruixuan's neck down again, "Look carefully, there are words on it."
After being pressed by Hu Lai, Liu Ruixuan's face almost touched the letter paper, and suddenly he realized that there were really words on that beautiful letter paper.
My cousin ingeniously wrote down her address and phone number on it with a pen without ink.
Finally, she wrote, I have always been with you, just like this beautiful hourglass, growing up with you. See you Jingyun!
Liu Ruixuan's nose instantly became sore again. He blinked and turned to look out the window. The fresh sunlight spilled through the window glass and onto the greenery that came through the window.
.
He almost absolutely believed that this intention would bring him great power.
He wants to study hard and go to Jingyun.
Liu Ruixuan sniffed, curved the corners of his lips, turned around, and pushed Hu Lai: "Go to the side."
"Okay." Hu Lai smiled and stepped aside, "Cross the river and burn the bridge."
Liu Ruixuan glanced at Hu Lai and said nothing. He took the pink letter and held it in his hand, looking left and right as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.
I laughed secretly in my heart and turned my eyes to the exquisite hourglass in front of me.
The fine white sand in the dark blue glass passes through the gaps, as if the beating heart of time is in the palm of your hand. My cousin said in the letter that maybe watching time pass by will give you a strange feeling.
So, he held the hourglass in his hand and turned it over and over to watch the flow of sand. He realized that even if it flowed past, it would eventually flow back. It was just being played with in the palm of one's hand, as if it could control the pulse of time.
Let the sand shuttle back and forth, but you can't feel the passage of time.
There is only so much joy in my heart.
His cousin grew up with him in that distant Jingyun.
Jingyun - that distant city, because of the existence of my cousin, becomes doubly real, it is so far away yet so close.
The city that held his childhood dreams and fairy tales - Jingyun.
It is also stained with some dreamy colors of fairy tales: light blue and warm.
Just like the exquisite dark blue hourglass in front of you, the translucence of blue and the softness of pink sunshine, when you meet a person with a slightly different sentiment, this May is like a blue feather passing by you forever.
Waiting and setting off at the station, just this once.
He suddenly remembered the station where he left that time.
Thinking of his cousin's smile that day, the incredible color fell in his eyes when he looked at her, like the blue sky above his head, very warm.
The cousin smiled and said that she would come back. Even if she didn't come back, he could still visit her.
Yes, that's it.
Liu Ruixuan looked at the pink letterhead in front of him, as well as the unique address and phone number on the letterhead.
He couldn't help but laugh again, with a little joy and warmth. Three years later, his cousin still thought of him. He believed in the surprise and beauty of that moment.
What is beautiful is the fairy tale that has been awakened from a long sleep. My cousin grew up with him.
Later, he began to listen to the lectures carefully in the blooming flowers of May, study carefully, and capture every information about Jingyun and his cousin in the limited time.
He is going to Jingyun.
I want to take a look at the concerns in his heart.
But now, he has stayed in Jingyun for almost five years, but he has forgotten the purpose of coming to Jingyun in the first place.
Liu Ruixuan blinked his eyes slightly, and the tears fell down.