Chapter 325 The Most Romantic Thing - Brother-in-law
In the end, he failed to go to Jingyun and failed to see his cousin.
He even failed to keep the appointment two years later.
It's not because he doesn't work hard, but that all his efforts may not necessarily have the rewards he imagined. In other words, for some stories, the ending has already been written at the moment they begin.
After the third grade, he became the favorite in Liujiacun's eyes and the most proud student in the eyes of his teachers.
Teacher Zhang also taught him from the third grade until he graduated from the fifth grade.
He even thought that Teacher Zhang would stay with him until he smiled and put him on the bus to Jingyun.
From that May in late spring and early summer, Teacher Zhang has been accompanying him in competitions of all sizes. He has lived up to his expectations, winning certificates one after another and honors one after another for Liujiacun Primary School.
Just like the aunties in the village said, he will be a good candidate for college.
Teacher Zhang has said more than once that he will be admitted to University B, or at worst, he will go to University N.
Although he didn't know the difference between University B and University N, he just felt that it was his little dream to go to the junior high school of Jingyun No. 1 Middle School.
The four seasons cycle and time flies.
Accompanied by the warm sun in winter, read, read about the changes of the four seasons and the flow of time, read about the blooming and falling of flowers and rolling clouds, about the mist of dusk and the lingering glow of sunset, about the shadows of bean blossoms and willow branches on the moon, about persistence in dreams and perseverance.
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Suddenly one day, he was surprised to find that the sun was much brighter again, and the green leaves outside the window were much more luxuriant. However, since that June, he never received or heard from his cousin.
Let me mention it again, any news about my cousin.
Looking at the hourglass placed on the corner of the table, which had slowly faded into light blue, his heart suddenly tightened, May was here again.
The season of late spring and early summer.
Lailai pushed him gently and whispered, "Look."
He turned around and saw outside the window, the girl from the next class with a high ponytail walking past the window surrounded by several girls.
Let me tell you, I haven’t heard from my cousin for a long time. My mother wrote a letter, but my cousin didn’t reply.
He listened silently, then smiled, and quietly told himself in his heart that it didn't matter, it was already the spring of fourth grade, there was still one year left, and he could go to Jingyun in one year.
The girl passing by outside the window suddenly turned her head and smiled faintly at him, with two small pear dimples appearing at the corners of her mouth.
At that moment, he was suddenly startled. The image of the girl with two braids and two small pear dimples appeared in his mind again.
In the wonderful sunshine of the afternoon, counting the past days, the days that have passed are like an old letter that has been delivered.
In the letter, there is the shimmering spring light that permeates the memory of the luminous old paper. The pen is rubbed gently in the air, making a sound, and writing down a few gentle and dim words. Only the period of writing is lost. Time and memory run counter to each other, and the memory is thrown into nothingness.
In it, it begins to become without beginning or end...
I opened my schoolbag carefully, flipped through the pile of old unsent letters on the innermost layer, and my mood was like the fine dust flying in the beam of light, rising and falling with the wind, and could not be retained. In the end, it was just silence.
When I opened it one by one, I couldn't help but feel a little sad. The memories from many years ago were inadvertently picked up again, and yesterday was no longer in my memory: yellowed old photos, thin letter paper, innocent smiles
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Looking at the warm sunny sky outside the window, I realized that in fact, some things are only suitable to be placed on the shrine. Just like the initial move, the plot has already been blurred but will become more and more intense.
If you really have to start over, you have exhausted your memories and fantasies, and the remaining ashes can only disappear with the wind. Therefore, the initial emotion and nostalgia are only blank and nothingness, and time is frozen, that person four years ago
summer.
The summer four years ago was the first year of my life.
There seemed to be another melodious sound of bagpipes in the wind, and the heartbroken man was no longer at the end of the world.
Outside the window, there is a bright sun. The warm sun in May revisits the feelings at this moment with its unique freshness and beauty. Suddenly, I think of what the teacher said in the Chinese class: butterflies fly with flowers, flowers fall due to the wind, and youthful branches and leaves gather again.
How much green?
After returning from school, Liu Ruixuan was surprised to find that his mother's eyes were a little evasive when she looked at him, as if she was unwilling to explain anything to him, and he had no intention of asking any more questions.
After having dinner very seriously, I sat down at the desk again and read various books given by Teacher Zhang.
A gleam of moonlight from the window flew into the room. Looking through the window, I remembered what I said during the day and suddenly felt that the moonlight was also slightly cool.
He suddenly wanted to see the flowers in the yard that were said to have bloomed, and to look for the true nature of spring among the moss in the garden. It was already May, the flowering season, the story of the green shade, the flowers in the lotus pond were busy with butterflies,
There should be many, many performances.
When he was about to go out, his father asked him where he was going.
He said, go for a walk in the yard.
Dad said oh, then turned and left.
Liu Ruixuan smiled. His father was a little strange today. He usually would walk with him in the yard for a while, and by the way, he would tell him some philosophies about youth and struggle.
The corner of Liu Ruixuan's mouth raised slightly, and when he turned to leave, he saw a shocking tear falling from his mother's face, just like the cool and angular moonlight outside the window.
He was inexplicably shocked, turned around again, and looked at his mother steadily.
My mother is not a sentimental woman all the time. She likes to play with kitchen knives the most. What things can make my mother sad and make her cry?
In his memory of the past eleven years, it was a unique thing.
Mother? Liu Ruixuan called out softly and walked towards her mother.
Hey! Mom responded, turned her face, and instantly turned her head back to look at him, with his familiar smile on her face, "What's wrong, Xiao Rui?"
He must have made a mistake.
Liu Ruixuan blinked and raised his eyebrows slightly, saying it was okay.
After saying that, he smiled, turned around and walked out the door.
Xuan Hua looked at her son walking out and couldn't help but her eyes turned red, and she almost shed tears again.
Suddenly she felt a weight on her shoulders. When she raised her eyes, she saw Liu Fen standing next to her at some point. He patted her shoulder gently and sighed heavily.
For a moment, there was silence.
In the courtyard, Liu Ruixuan sat quietly in the slender moonlight, looking at the scattered and mottled tree shadows in the courtyard below his feet, daydreaming and recalling the first April when kapok bloomed.
That first clear sky, that bright morning, that season's kapok blossoms, that distant yet familiar little girl.
I still think of that early June and that early summer.
The moonlight dried his wet emotions with his bare feet, sliding through the bottom of his heart, giving him a cool and joyful intoxication. In the dim light of the night, he turned over the jumping lines of poetry, gently browsed the night scenery, and chewed the long words.
Relieved, Pin Nafang is unswervingly persistent.
He suddenly thought of Teacher Zhang, who had helped him a lot over the past year, and couldn't help but laugh. He also remembered the essay he wrote last May: When I grow up, I will become you.
In last year's Chinese language newspaper knowledge competition, he won second place in Yunling County, finishing second by one point.
The first place was actually from their school, the girl who came to tell me that she looked a bit like her cousin from the next class.
But he only glanced at it twice and felt that it looked nothing like it. Except for the small pear dimple, nothing else looked like it.
Liu Ruixuan smiled. It didn't matter to him whether he looked like him or not.
What he wants to see is his cousin, not a similar shadow.
Liu Ruixuan raised his head and looked at the moon in the sky.
The essay "When I grow up, I will become you" was published in the county newspaper. In June, his cousin also wrote a letter praising him.
Liu Ruixuan smiled, feeling bursts of joy in his heart.
Many years later, he may become you, "preaching, teaching, and solving doubts" with his wisdom and their common persistence.
So, he understood that the steps would not stop, just like the memory would only continue, because, like the teacher, he was always on the road.
Suddenly I remembered two sentences that I didn't know where I had read: Set your heart in the distance, cast your eyes on the ocean, and don't care about the authenticity or shortness of a day. Ten years later, when I look back, I will have a peaceful smile. The bearing.
Yes!
Looking back on the memories from many years ago, there is no trace of grayness or loneliness. I remember them as warm sunshine, spreading warmth all over the place. He stood with a slight smile, with a simple and elegant posture, watching the time blooming in front of his eyes. The scenery becomes a scene, and the flowers fall into poetry.
Occasionally, I would think about whether my cousin who was a hundred kilometers away in Jingyun was like him, snuggling up on a wooden chair made of rattan in a courtyard with sparse flowers and trees, reading a collection of Song poems in a thread. Look at the dappled sunlight and the warmth spreading all over the ground.