Liu Ruixuan let out a low cry and put his arms around Ouyang Fuqian, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.
"Okay, Xiao Rui, don't cry anymore."
Ouyang Fuqian's gentle voice rang in his ears, caressing his back.
Liu Ruixuan's heart tightened, and tears fell from his eyes again.
With a shake of his hands, he unconsciously hugged the person in his arms tightly, as if Ouyang Fuqian would disappear as soon as he let go, disappearing without a trace, just like the parting that year.
After that day, he never saw Ouyang Fuqian again, that beautiful little girl with two braids that almost reached the sky, that beautiful little girl who raised her chin proudly, smiled and raised her hand to poke his forehead.
, and then laughed proudly again.
He remembered that smile, that summer, and the countless memories and imagined days that followed.
But she seemed to have disappeared from the world, with no news from her.
All that is left is boundless imagination and infinite memories.
It wasn't until three years later that on that sunny April morning, a beautiful hourglass and a beautiful ink-free letter arrived, telling him that a letter had arrived from his cousin.
Thus, the image of the arrogant little girl with two braids became richer in an instant.
She said that no matter where she was, she would be like that exquisite hourglass, feeling the flow of time with him and growing up slowly with him.
She said that Jingyun No. 1 Middle School recruits junior high school students from the Mathematical Olympiad class every year, catering to one city and six counties in Jingyun. She hopes to meet Xiao Rui again in the junior high school of Jingyun No. 1 Middle School in three years.
Finally, she also said that she would wait for him at Jingyun No. 1.
Later that day, he read the letter over and over again. The short five or six lines made him happy for three whole years.
That beautiful font, that sincere friendship, and the lines between the words are full of his cousin's expectations for him and the promise to meet him again.
The bright sunshine, transparent clouds, azure sky, childhood fairy tales, you who are destined to get to know each other, and you who will meet in the future, all together shape his mood in April.
Time and man-made vitality have shaped the mood of this April: warm and light blue, just like the breath of spring outside the window.
Liu Ruixuan happily put away the beautiful letter and carefully placed it in the innermost layer of his school bag, together with the beautiful handkerchief with its sharp corners.
He put the exquisite dark blue hourglass in the corner of the desk and picked up the textbook.
I had a dream and was awakened.
In this April, in the freshness and beauty of the rising sun, in this season of kapok blossoms, there is a dream that is quietly awakened, making him happy, and making him run and pursue with all his strength.
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Because of her appearance, he will also pursue the beautiful people and things in his life. He will catch up with his cousin, shoulder to shoulder with her, watch the sun rise in the east and set in the west, watch the willow tops on the moon, watch the glow in the sky, and then
, looked at her, laughed, turned her head, gently poked his forehead, and called him, "Little devil!"
I forgot what I heard, kapok only blooms in April. It is said that the flower language of kapok is: cherish.
In that early summer, the bright sun and the familiar little girl with two braids have all turned into a warm and shining blue memory, gently walking in my memory.
In the long rain alley, in the early morning or at dusk, every piece of blue sky is splashed brightly.
He is going to Jingyun, to the junior high school of Jingyun No. 1 Middle School.
Later that day, he found his head teacher, a thin old man over fifty years old with a pair of wise eyes. He looked out from the top of his flower glasses and stared at him for a long time without saying a word.
After an unknown amount of time, the class teacher put down the lesson plan in his hand, turned around, looked at him, and asked unhurriedly: Tell me, where did you hear that?
Look at the inquiring eyes looking over.
Liu Ruizhi suddenly remembered that when school started, his mother had told him that the teachers in the school were all from his village or the village next door. In fact, they were all related to each other. As long as he was not too naughty, the teacher would not hit him.
of.
He smiled slightly.
Mom was wrong, he was a very obedient student. Otherwise, how did those three good students get the certificates?
Is it enough to be naughty or obedient?
Of course not, he still has grades and is willing to help others. Although he is used to watching from a distance, as long as a classmate comes to him for help, he will always try his best to help.
Not because he has good intentions, but because it is a responsibility.
My cousin said that as long as you become a class cadre, you must take responsibility and help everyone in the class.
My cousin said that she is the monitor of their class.
When she said that, her cousin looked so proud that her pigtails almost turned to the sky again.
My cousin asked, do you know what a monitor is?
He and Lailai looked at each other and shook their heads, not knowing.
The kindergarten class they had graduated from had only one young female teacher. She was very fierce, not good-looking, and her singing was not good. Later, she was replaced by an equally young male teacher - Teacher Li. My mother said that that was their home teacher.
A distant uncle.
The young male teacher was very nice. He taught them singing and dancing, and also played games with them. Every time they played games, Teacher Li would call him over first, teach them once, and then ask him to teach the other kids.
, Actually, that little friend is just a classmate, not a partner. They don't play with him, saying that the teacher is partial.
But the young male teacher smiled and said, OK, let’s teach other children next time. As a result, the class was over, and the child had not learned it yet.
Later, all the children took turns and found that none of them learned as fast as him.
He could learn what the young male teacher taught him once, because his mother had already taught him.
After that day, he was still the darling in the eyes of the young male teacher, and he was still the outlier in the eyes of the children. No one played with him, and the only one who played with him was Lailai.
What is a monitor?
Neither he nor Lai Lai knew, and the young male teacher didn't say anything.
The cousin raised her head, raised her hand and poked his and Lai Lai's little heads, and said with a smile: "Two little idiots, the monitor has the best grades in the class and is also the most responsible. Do you understand responsibility?"
don't know.
He and Lailai shook their heads.
The young male teacher only said that they should maintain good curiosity and help each other, but he did not seem to tell them what a sense of responsibility is.
Maybe I told you, but they didn't notice it.
After all, at that time, there was only one person in the class who liked to play with him.
My cousin thought for a while and said seriously that sense of responsibility means doing your best to help other students and taking the initiative to help the teacher manage the class.
The cousin paused, then smiled proudly, and said with a smile that the classmates in their class liked her the most, and the teacher also liked her the most. And...
My cousin shook the braid on her head and smiled proudly. At the end of every semester, she would receive a certificate for being a good student.
He remembered what his cousin said that day.
He secretly clenched the small handkerchief in his hand. Like his cousin, he wanted to be the class monitor and receive the certificate of excellence among students.
But my mother didn't know that. She thought that he was just obedient and obedient in school and didn't cause trouble.
He remembers everything his cousin said.
He also carefully treasured the items given by his cousin.
Liu Ruixuan's mouth curved, he lowered his head and smiled. He suppressed the joy in his heart, raised his head, looked at the class teacher in front of him, and said seriously: Teacher Zhang, I want to go to the Mathematical Olympiad class in the junior high school of Jingyun No. 1 Middle School. Why?