The proprietress Xuan Hua shook her hand, shook the kitchen knife, and quickly held it.
Fortunately, she wasn't chopping peanuts just now!
Otherwise, it must have been her own hand that was chopped off by this slip.
The proprietress Xuan Hua put down the kitchen knife, pretended to be calm and raised her hand to smooth the broken hair around her ears, and looked at the old man who was also surprised.
Why are you looking at him? He doesn’t know either!
Boss Liu Fen curled his lips and continued to stir the pot of slurry in front of him, oh, no, a pot of soup.
After stirring for a while, he couldn't help but glance at the old woman on the left from the corner of his eye. Hey! The old woman was still looking at him.
The boss Liu Fen looked away, curled his lips, turned his head away pretending not to notice, and continued to stir the soup in the pot.
Was the old woman planning to let him ask?
Ahem, he wouldn’t ask!
How could a father like him talk about falling out of love?
Boss Liu Fen rolled his eyes, gently raised his left hand to fan himself, shook his head slightly, and took a slight sniff: "It smells so good."
The proprietress Xuan Hua glanced at Liu Fen and then towards Liu Ruixuan, "Xiao Rui, how come there are two Qianqian?"
Huh? The boss Liu Fen was startled when he heard this. The old woman took action herself?
No, it seems to be off topic, right?
The boss Liu Fen looked at Xuan Hua. Although he also wanted to know why there were two Qian Qian, they had discussed it collectively many years ago. Regarding Qian Qian, in the future,
, it is kept secret from Xiao Rui and will never be mentioned.
Ahem, the old woman didn't look at him!
"Ahem," the boss Liu Fen cleared his throat slightly, coughed twice, and looked at Xuan Hua from the corner of his eye.
Hey! The old woman didn't even look at him!
"Ahem." Boss Liu Fen coughed twice more.
Hey! You haven’t looked at him yet!
That’s fine.
The old woman always has her own ideas, and he can't control them after all.
Mother's gossip, oh no, it's always right to care about your son. He can just be a father like a mountain!
The boss, Liu Fen, thought about it seriously, nodded slightly, then looked towards Liu Ruixuan, quietly waiting for his answer.
"Xiao Rui?" Xuan Hua, the landlady's wife, called again softly, "How come there are two Qian Qian?"
Yes, how come there are two Qianqian?
The boss Liu Fen blinked his eyes, stirred the steaming pot again, and stared at the handsome son in front of him, looking at it carefully.
My son is so handsome!
Well, let him!
It's a pity that when I thought of Qian Qian, I couldn't help but sigh again and lowered my head.
Qianqian, that lively and cute little girl!
In a flash, more than ten years have passed.
"Yes, there are two Qianqians, one is Ouyang Fuqian, and the other is," Liu Ruixuan paused, lowered his head slightly, then raised his head and looked up at the sky, "The other is Su Qian
shallow."
Who said that when you are sad, you will pretend to be leisurely and look at how blue the sky is, and your mood will calm down.
And since a long time ago, he had been accustomed to looking up at the sky when he was sad, but he felt more and more that the bluer the sky was, the more he was afraid to look up. The more he looked, the more lonely and uneasy he felt.
Two Qianqian!
"Huh?" Xuan Hua, the proprietress, was startled, "Ouyang Fuqian is the cousin here, who is that Su Qianqian?"
"Well, who is it?" The boss Liu Fen on the side also shouted in response.
Yes, who is Su Qianqian?
Liu Ruixuan turned away, glanced at Lan Qingqing not far away, waved, turned his head again, looked at the confused eyes of a pair of parents in front of him, and sighed slightly...
"Xiao Rui, I am not the woman you are looking for."
Ouyang Fuqian's soft and nasal voice came over.
Liu Ruixuan's heart trembled slightly, "No, you are the person I am looking for, you are my cousin, you are Ouyang Fuqian, the one who has always lived in my heart."
"I," Ouyang Fuqian started, then stopped.
"Cousin, Qianqian."
A breeze blew by, and Liu Ruixuan blinked slightly, and the corners of his eyes began to become moist.
"Xiao Rui, listen to me."
Ouyang Fuqian's soft and nasal voice sounded in his ears.
"I don't listen."
Liu Ruixuan shook his head slightly and hugged Ouyang Fuqian tightly, as if she would disappear as soon as he let go.
"Xiao Rui, actually I..." Ouyang Fuqian's voice sounded and then interrupted.
"I won't listen. I won't listen." Liu Ruixuan's nose suddenly became sore and tears fell down.
"Xiao Rui, are you crying?" Ouyang Fuqian leaned on Liu Ruixuan's shoulder and whispered, "Actually, I'm sad too."
"Cousin!" Liu Ruixuan whispered, "Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten that pink letter and the dark blue hourglass?"
"I," Ouyang Fuqian was startled, "I have not forgotten. I went to several small shops to buy that exquisite hourglass."
"Then do you know my determination to come to Jingyun? Then do you know how sad I feel when I fail to keep your promise after two years of hard work? Do you know that I am because of you? Because
That letter of yours came from Jingyun."
Liu Ruixuan's voice started to sob, and his tears fell down line by line, falling on Ouyang Fuqian's hair, and then on the back of his hand.
The sudden sadness that happened many years ago suddenly jumped out, making him feel helpless and uncomfortable.
The wind blowing across the sky, playing A Bing's string, sang the waxing moon delicately, gracefully, and softly.
That smiling face in childhood, that braid that almost reaches the sky, that laughter scattered on the field path, that wonderful time every minute; some dawns, some nights; some twinkling stars,
A pale moon; a pink letter born of infinite tenderness, and a shattered hope of infinite cruelty.
In the eleventh year of his life, he received this gift.
In the eleventh year of his life, he received this gift.
In that same June, a bright and sunny June, he was so excited to untie the beautiful bow sent by fate, praying that it was a beautiful and noble gift, when a pair of broken crystal glasses slipped from his hands.
What can he do? What can he do?
Facing a group of relatives who care about him and are even more sad than him, what else can he do?
He didn't even have the right to cry or feel sad.
He also remembered that the little girl with two pigtails once told him seriously that she wanted to be a strong person in life. There were no tears or weakness in her dictionary.
So, he remembered.
Even though he is not a strong person, he still pretends to be strong, and the adults are more miserable than he actually is!
And then? Then what? Back to your own corner, and then what?
Carefully hide yourself again. In a deserted corner, cry seriously.
Being loved by the people around me, I also know how to love the people around me. This life is not about learning to hate seriously, but about receiving what I deserve - love.
So, many years later, heading west, he came to this rainy city and saw the blue sky and pink sunshine, which was very peaceful or refreshing. Then, he would open his eyes in the green mountains and green waters with pavilions and pavilions.
Open your eyes.
When summer ends and autumn arrives, the city of Jingyun becomes the biggest attachment in his heart.
In the cycle of the four seasons, in his faint smile, in the passing of June one after another, the words flow through the seasons, accumulate, and fly in front of the eyes into dragonflies all over the sky, transforming into long white lines, connected
The little girl in the memory and the current him have left behind the petals of poetry and the tranquility when looking back over the years.
"I've always wanted to tell you, but I couldn't tell you the reason why I like this city. Just because you are here and I have a promise with you." There were obvious tears in Liu Ruixuan's voice, "Why do you want to
Should I push it towards me?"
"I know." Ouyang Fuqian responded softly and sniffed, "I can't be selfish."
"I don't need to be generous." Liu Rui suddenly became speechless, "There is no such thing as generosity in the world of feelings."
"Xiao Rui," Ouyang Fuqian sniffed, "do you still remember Su Qianqian?"
Su Qianqian?
Liu Ruixuan was startled for a moment. The girl from the next class in his childhood had a high ponytail, liked to look at him openly, and then blushed...