Chapter 744 The Most Romantic Thing - Wet Green Shirt (Part 1)
Time slipped forward like water.
The bright sunshine, the flowing stream, the blue sky, everything was the same as yesterday, but suddenly one day, when I looked up at the night sky, I suddenly found that the stars in the sky seemed to suddenly become far away.
Her twinkling stars became a little blurry, and her blinking eyes were infinitely misty.
I was shocked to realize that October has passed and November is coming.
I remembered the boy who was so close but couldn't recognize him.
After looking at the calendar on the wall, she picked up her coat and walked out. When she arrived, the campus was already empty.
She smiled, turned around and walked back, looking at the tall sycamore tree beside the road, a gust of wind blew by, and the yellowed dead leaves fell from the branches, and she couldn't help but smile bitterly.
What is she obsessed with?
Seeing the withered yellow leaves falling from the treetops, Ouyang Fuqian couldn't help but look back at the small bookstore across the road.
I haven't been there again for some time.
At a turning point, a fallen leaf fluttered past my eyes, dancing and spinning in the wind and slowly falling. The moment it was about to fall to the ground, I reached out my hand and gently caught it.
Looking at the leaves with clear veins and some yellowing, she suddenly remembered the old times many years ago.
It was also the end of October in the golden autumn of that year. She stood at the intersection of Liujiacun, holding a slightly yellow but still green leaf, waiting for a letter from her sister in the rain!
Waiting for her hope.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed.
More than ten light years.
Ouyang Fuqian gently turned the fallen leaf in his hand, looked at it again, looked at it again, breathed a deep sigh of relief, and walked towards the small bookstore opposite.
I haven’t seen Liu Ruixuan in more than ten years. Will the grown-up Xiao Rui still be the same boy in his memory? Or has his appearance changed?
She just wanted to confirm.
When she walked into the cozy little bookstore, there were not many people in the store. At first glance, she saw that the rows of bookshelves were empty, just like at noon on countless previous weekends when she arrived early.
She habitually glanced at the proprietress at the door of the store, walked straight to the bookshelf, walked to the bookshelf where she often browsed, picked up a book and started reading.
She had no intention of buying books, she just wanted to read them quietly here, occasionally looking out through the large windowpane next to the bookshelf. She could clearly see Yunling Middle School across the road.
You can clearly see everyone who walks into the bookstore.
When she saw those teenagers in school uniforms walking out of Yunling's school gate, she felt inexplicably nervous. Maybe among those teenagers, there was the clean and fair boy deep in her memory?
However, among the boys who walked into the bookstore, she looked again and again, but she did not see the boy she imagined.
I didn't hear anyone calling that person's name in the bookstore.
Ouyang Fuqian gently turned over the book in his hand, closed the pages, and put it on the bookshelf.
After years of reading, she has long been accustomed to reading at a fast pace. She has also become accustomed to not reading other middle school magazines except "Boys". Even though all the girls in the class passed around a copy of "White Birch Forest", she only glanced at it. ? Then he returned it to his deskmate.
The stories in the book are beautiful, but the word "love" cannot be included in the beauty. The boys and girls in the book are all yearning for beautiful love, and are looking forward to the arrival of the God of Love.
What about her?
She has no right to hope!
Taking a look at the empty road outside the window and the half-open door of the empty Yunling Middle School across the road, Ouyang Fuqian walked to the right of the bookshelf and accidentally saw an extra row of female writers on the bookshelf.
book, and in such a book, she suddenly saw "The Complete Works of San Mao".
After being slightly startled, he reached out to take it.
Wherever he looked, there was suddenly a slender hand.
She was startled for a moment, paused with her hand, took it back, and looked at the owner of the hand.
A fair and delicate face came into view instantly.
There was a trace of surprise in the eyes of the young man who looked towards her, and he soon regained his composure. He glanced at her lightly, then looked at the books on the bookshelf, and took down the "The Complete Works of Sanmao".
"Can I have this book?" The young man's gentle voice came over.
Looking at the fair and gentle young man in front of him, looking at his clear and clean eyes, Ouyang Fuqian suddenly had an illusion.
This young man resembles the Xiao Rui deep in her memory!
She always walked past him without looking away, never once looking at her!
The young man in front of her looked at her with only a touch of politeness, but as Shangguan Yun said, the boys on campus looked at her with a touch of shyness, a touch of joy and a hint of expectation.
Hope!
"Okay." Ouyang Fu smiled slightly and nodded.
"Thank you!" The young man smiled politely at her.
"You're welcome." Ouyang Fu smiled faintly and looked away from the young man.
There was no warmth in that young man's smile.
In the eyes of that boy, she was the most ordinary stranger!
Maybe Xiao Rui will be so gentle and peaceful when he grows up? After all, in Xiao Rui's heart, there is only the image of her sister in the poems!
With that in mind, she casually cast her gaze on the books on the bookshelf in front of her, but out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but look at Bai Jing, who had not yet turned around to leave.
I don’t know when I will be able to see the grown-up Xiao Rui again!
After seeing it and confirming it, she will let go of her obsession!
"Liu Ruixuan, have you selected your book?"
In the quiet bookstore, a loud girl's voice suddenly sounded.
Ouyang Fuqian couldn't help but be stunned, and the hand holding on the bookshelf couldn't help shaking.
Xiao Rui is here too? Is the boy next to him Xiao Rui? Or is Xiao Rui on the other side of the bookstore?
My heart suddenly started beating wildly.
"Where are you?" The loud girl's voice rang again.
Ouyang Fuqian couldn't help but glance at the boy next to her, and then looked away.
She suddenly began to feel that the boy in front of her might be Xiao Rui, right?
"Here."
The next second, a voice sounded nearby.
Ouyang Fuqian was stunned for a moment.
That voice sounded right next to her. That gentle voice was the voice of the boy next to her!
It’s really him!
Ouyang Fuqian's hand holding the book couldn't help but tremble. The book he just picked up fell to his feet with a "pop" sound.
Suppressing all the emotions in my heart, I bent down and picked up the book.
Wherever he looked, there was suddenly an extra hand.
At that moment, her eyes suddenly started to become moist.
Without raising her hand, she knew that person was Xiao Rui!
"Your book."
The gentle voice came closer again, "You also like to read Dickens's books?"
Ouyang Fuqian raised his hand and tapped the tip of his nose: "I..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a loud voice.
"So you are here."
Looking around, Ouyang Fuqian saw a bright smiling face walking towards them.
"Yeah." Liu Ruixuan responded, stood up, handed the book to Ouyang Fuqian, and smiled, "Your book."
Ouyang Fuqian's eyes trembled slightly and he took the book.
"Have you chosen a book?" The girl came over and hugged Liu Ruixuan's arm.
Seeing the girl's natural and skillful movements, Ouyang Fuqian was instantly suffocated.