In the early spring afternoon of February, the sun was warm and cool.
The wind is blowing.
Liu Ruixuan paused, glanced at Liu Xiu who was following him, and then turned away.
Bus No. 19 has slowly arrived in front of me.
"Let's go." Liu Ruixuan glanced at the less crowded car, looked back at Liu Xiu, and tightened the scarf around her neck, "There are still a few empty seats in the back."
"Yeah." Liu Xiu responded and jumped on the bus first.
He followed closely and walked up.
He walked to the back as usual, walked to the empty seat by the window at the back, and sat down.
Open the car window slightly, and when the car starts slowly, a slight cool breeze seeps in from the window, which is extremely refreshing.
In that cool breeze, the four gilded characters of "Yunling Middle School" slowly floated past the car window, just like yesterday's memory passing by before my eyes, and then fleeting.
Liu Ruixuan's eyes trembled slightly and he inadvertently looked towards the bus stop behind him.
There was no one on the cold platform, and a lonely street lamp stood beside the snow that had not completely melted after sunset a few days ago.
I don't know which shopkeeper's child built a snowman half a man high in the snowdrifts that were neither too thick nor too white.
At this moment, the snowman was wearing a black hat, shaking his twig arms, with a carrot nose hanging from his nose, looking towards them in the cold wind, as if to see them off.
On the side of the road, the westbound bus No. 11 stopped slowly, like an old and stooped woman.
Liu Ruixuan blinked slightly, and when he was about to turn around, he saw a light blue figure getting off the No. 11 bus.
I couldn't help but feel startled, so I opened the car window a little and stuck my head out.
From a distance of more than ten or twenty meters, he could clearly see the owner of the light blue figure, the senior student with a high ponytail—Zhao Yun!
Why is she back? Could it be that Jingyun Normal University, like them, has a holiday today?
Senior sister Zhao Yun was a well-known figure that he heard about when he first entered Yunling High School. He was the most popular figure in Yunling Middle School! The most beloved student of School Cao!
It's a pity that he only heard his name and saw his high-spirited old photos, but he never got to see the real person!
Last year, when he first registered at Yunling Middle School, his senior sister was already a sophomore student in Jingyun Normal University.
Looking at Zhao Yun with shoulder-length hair and picturesque eyebrows in the window of "Yun Ling Style", his heart suddenly and inexplicably hit twice.
In a sudden moment, the bright-eyed senior in the window and the person in his heart suddenly overlapped.
When "she" grows up, is she also like this, more beautiful than others?
Did the braid that almost reached the sky in the past also reach over the shoulders?
After that day, the senior sister in the window became the scenery when he casually passed by, and also became a small goal in his heart.
Like his senior sister, he wants to be the one that Cao Cao pays attention to. Even if he is not the most outstanding one, at least he must squeeze into Cao Cao's sight and nothing else.
Just because School Cao had told them more than once in the school meeting that senior Zhao Yun was the most proud student of School Cao, and she was also the teacher who would be invited back to Yunling to teach in the future!
After that day, he began to study hard, just like in the past, studying the books seriously and doing the questions seriously.
Every day when he was tired, he would look out the window and look at the display window that could not be seen clearly from a distance, and then he would pick up the book in front of him.
When he misses someone very much, he will go to the window, look at those old photos, and send his thoughts from a distance that he doesn't know where to live.
Jingyun is so big, but there is no place that can accommodate his concerns; the world is so big, but there are so many people he meets, but he is so lonely.
No matter where "she" is, he will keep working hard. In the near future, he will stay at Yungling Middle School like his senior sister.
Because this is the closest distance to Jingyun, to "her".
Suddenly I felt a weight on my shoulders.
Liu Ruixuan came back to his senses and saw Liu Tou's eyes looking over.
"What are you looking at?"
"Nothing." Liu Ruixuan turned to the car window and gently closed the window.
Not far away, the light blue figure had crossed the road and arrived at the gate of Yunling Middle School, with the high ponytail dangling in his sight.
Suddenly, I remembered what it was like last fall when I saw my senior sister for the first time.
It was a sunny autumn afternoon, and the warmth of the sun was shining all over the window.
He went back to school a little early.
After packing up all his things, he habitually walked to the display window in front of the teaching building and stopped for five minutes. This was a homework he must do at the beginning of every month.
The wind blew the leaves, and a golden ginkgo leaf suddenly slipped from my eyes. I stretched out my hand and watched it fall steadily into my palm.
He couldn't help but smile, pinched it lightly, and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He looked at the familiar smile in the window again and again, then turned around, crossed the Central Avenue, followed the winding path, and headed towards the Ivy Corridor.
Walked over.
The ivy corridor, which is evergreen all year round, is everyone’s favorite place.
The winding corridor is filled with green, and tiny bits of sunlight pour out from the leaves, scattering tiny bits of light and shadow all over the place.
He doesn't usually come here.
There are too many people here.
He would come here occasionally. At the beginning of every month, after passing by the display window, he would come here to sit for a while and send his thoughts from a distance.
I pinched the golden ginkgo leaf, walked through the winding corridor, walked to the lake pavilion at the end, and sat down.
Several willow trees opposite the pavilion are still bending towards the pond, with a few withered yellow leaves hanging here and there, reflecting in the pond, and looking down alone.
Liu Ruixuan was suddenly startled in his heart. He and this willow tree were somewhat similar!
I couldn't help but take a second look at the withered willow that Gu Fang was admiring.
Looking at it, I couldn't help but laugh. It would be good to be a weeping willow.
Even though he was too shy to look up at Bixiao, when he lowered his head, he could see his bright blue face.
And what about him? He couldn't help but feel suffocated again.
blue?
Liu Ruixuan turned around and looked towards the other end of the corridor. The winding corridor could no longer see the display windows on the far side of the road.
An inadvertent touch of blue suddenly jumped into the eye, and the end of the long outline flashed past.
What flashed by was the familiar "hahaha" laughter that was no longer familiar.
That’s Mr. Cao’s signature smile!
That touch of blue?
"Xiao Zhaoyun, you know you are angry with me."
Colonel Cao's voice came not far away.
Xiao Zhaoyun? Senior sister?
Liu Ruixuan was startled and looked towards the light blue figure again.
Ahem, I only saw a high ponytail swinging back and forth behind my head.
That was the first time I saw Senior Sister Zhao Yun, walking beside the round Principal Cao, showing off her slender figure.
After that day, he never saw that light blue again. In front of his eyes, that light blue slowly transformed into the old photo in the window, with his eyebrows slightly raised and his face full of flamboyance and confidence.
Very much like the "cousin" in my childhood memories!
"Oh." Liu Xiu responded and sat back.
Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart.
Some people and some things are always missed inadvertently!
If it had been two minutes later, then he could have really seen the senior sister he had been watching in the window for a year and a half.
He couldn't help but shook his head again. If he hadn't turned back and looked out the window just now, then he wouldn't have such unreasonable regret at this moment.
Pity?
Yes, the years we have passed are filled with the word "regret".