"You already have a cousin, how can you accept handkerchiefs from other girls?"
Liu Ruixuan turned around and looked at Hu, laughed, and remained silent.
He doesn't want to explain, and he doesn't need to explain.
Lai Lai has always been by his side. Even if he didn't tell her, Lai Lai would always notify him as soon as possible when there was news about her cousin.
Five years ago, he was ignorant and thought that the beautiful handkerchief was just beautiful.
But five years later, having read five hundred Tang poems, he knew that handkerchiefs had been a symbol of love since ancient times.
Wang Jianyou of the Tang Dynasty wrote a poem: I got a red handkerchief and drew a pair of cicadas in the center. This is what it means, seeing things is like seeing people.
When he first read this poem, it was during the summer vacation of his second grade. He had nothing to do, so he looked through his sack at home and found several books of Tang poetry.
Mom and Dad smiled and walked away to grind tofu and sell it.
Xiuxiu, who is one year younger than him, is looking at the little book - "Childhood" seriously, which he has read.
At that time, he didn't understand, so he folded the page.
But suddenly he remembered the beautiful handkerchief that his cousin had given him two years ago. He rummaged through it again and again, and found it on the bottom of a dusty little treasure box under the bed.
Looking at the squarely folded handkerchiefs and the thin plastic bag wrapped around them, he was stunned.
When did he put the handkerchief in the treasure box? When did he put it in the plastic bag?
He walked out with the handkerchief in hand and saw Xiu Xiu, who was sitting reading a book, raised her head.
"Brother, what did you get?" Xiu Xiu glanced at him and glanced at his hand.
"Handkerchief." He responded and sat down.
Open it carefully and take a look. On the white background, there are a few light and fluttering clouds. Under the blue sky, there are light pink flowers and green lotus leaves. The two words on the edge of the lotus leaf are still clear: Qian Qian.
His memory suddenly came alive.
This is the handkerchief that his cousin once gave him!
That long-ago summer, and his cousin who suddenly arrived that summer, suddenly filled his memory.
Two years is such a short time, yet so long?
It seemed like he hadn't heard anything about his cousin mentioned in a long time.
When first grade first started, they would still mention it and wonder if their cousin would send them a letter.
Later, when he was in second grade, he only remembered to study hard, come to help look after Uncle Naughty, and not bully Aunt Wu.
Later, there was no later, and they rarely mentioned their cousin. Then, the second grade ended, July came, and now we are here.
He took the handkerchief and walked out. Behind him came Xiuxiu's shout, Brother, where are you going?
"I'll look for it." He responded and walked out of the courtyard.
If he hadn't read this poem accidentally, he might have forgotten it, no, not maybe, but already forgotten.
But, how precious was this handkerchief to me at that time?
Liu Ruixuan looked at the handkerchief in his hand again, but how could he suddenly forget it?
Later that day, at the entrance to Lai Lai's village, I met my father and mother who were returning from selling tofu.
They asked him where he was going?
He said, look for it.
My mother glanced at him, then at the handkerchief in his hand. The smile on her face froze for a moment, and then she laughed again.
I asked him with a smile, did you turn this handkerchief out again?
Well. Liu Ruixuan smiled sheepishly. He was reading Tang poems just now and happened to see one about handkerchiefs, so he went to find it.
Oh? Liu Fen suddenly became energetic, leaned the flatbed truck to the ground, waved to him, and told his father, which song was he reading?
Liu Ruixuan blinked his eyes and memorized the poem he had just read seriously. He took out a red handkerchief and drew a pair of cicadas in the center.
Well. After listening to this, Liu Fen nodded, holding a handkerchief to express his lovesickness.
"Huh? Lovesickness?" Liu Ruixuan blurted out, "Isn't the red bean the most lovesick thing about this thing?"
"Hahaha." Liu Fen laughed, "Red beans are the object of lovesickness, but red beans are not the only objects of lovesickness. Letters, diaries, or something given to the other person can also become the object of lovesickness."
Liu Ruixuan looked at his father in confusion.
Liu Fen smiled and pointed at the handkerchief in Liu Ruixuan's hand, "This is the same handkerchief. Handkerchiefs have been a token of love since ancient times."
"Ah?" Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but open his mouth, "This is a gift from my cousin."
"Hahaha." Liu Fen laughed, "Dad, let me tell you a story. It is said that after the Ming Dynasty writer Yang Shen was demoted to a foreign country, he received a white handkerchief from his wife, and he composed a poem "Supa"
"If you don't write love words or poems, a piece of plain handkerchief is used to express lovesickness. The husband deliberately turns over the silk threads (thinking) horizontally and vertically (thinking)."
Xuan Hua walked over from behind, raised her hand and patted Liu Fen on the shoulder, "What are you talking nonsense to Xiao Rui here?"
"Am I talking nonsense?" Liu Fen glanced at Xuan Hua and then at Liu Ruixuan, "I'm spreading common sense about handkerchiefs to Xiao Rui. You can't keep these handkerchiefs randomly. It was like this before, but now, it's very
Few people use it anymore.”
"That's enough." Xuan Hua slapped Liu Fen on the shoulder again, "As long as Xiao Rui can recite the poem, there is no need to understand the content of the poem for the time being. He is only a second-year student."
"Still in the second grade? He has been in the third grade since the beginning of school." Liu Fen snorted, "I can't just memorize poems. I need to know how to memorize, understand the content, and know how to appreciate. I think back then..."
"Are you done yet?" Xuan Hua gave it to him with a look and kicked him again.
Liu Ruixuan clearly saw his father shut up immediately, stood up, smacked his mouth, and waved to him: "Let's go, go home, Xiao Rui."
Liu Ruixuan laughed and said "Hey."
Following daddy, he walked home.
The small trees on both sides of the road made a rustling sound in the occasional wind. Amidst the noise, looking at the handkerchief in his hand, he suddenly remembered the little girl with two braids.
She rushed over, poked him on the forehead, and said loudly, is it so difficult for you to marry me?
He raised his head slightly, then turned back and said seriously, "It's not difficult. If you ask me to marry you, I will marry you."
The girl giggled and said, you are the funniest, and she agreed.
Later, he would accidentally think of his cousin and see the square handkerchief. And then, in April three years later, he would receive a letter from his cousin.
He had a little strange feeling in his heart.
In the blink of an eye, five years have passed.
Liu Ruixuan turned his head and looked at Hu.
Hu Laiyi stretched out his hand and hooked his neck: "Let's go. When I see my cousin when school starts in September, give her a good beating for me. She hasn't replied to her letter for so long."
Liu Ruixuan laughed and pushed Hu Lai: "I can't beat her. If you want to beat her, go ahead."
"Okay, are you starting to value sex over friends now?" Hu Lai smiled and hooked Liu Ruixuan's neck again.
"Yes, so what?" Liu Ruixuan pushed Hu Lai in the face, "The two of us combined, maybe we can't beat my cousin?"
"That's right." Hu Lai smiled, "Then let's forget it and find a place to play first."
"Let's go to my house." Liu Ruixuan responded, "I dug out two pockets of books from the old house last night, which is enough for us to read this summer vacation."
"Okay." Hu Lai responded and laughed, "You little nerd."
Liu Ruixuan also laughed.
The laughter frightens the unknown bird perched on the sycamore tree.
Teacher Zhang sat back in his seat by the window. Let's not talk about it for now. Just take it one day at a time and be happy.