Xia Yang tilted his head slightly and looked at Ouyang Fuqian again, "Are you excited?"
Ouyang Fuqian, who was a little sad at first, was instantly amused by Xia Yang's words: "No."
Excited?
When she first heard someone shouting the name "Liu Ruixuan" in the bookstore, she was really excited. The little boy she remembered many years ago had changed his appearance? Can she still recognize her?
But, now, at this moment, what right does she have to be excited?
In the eyes of Liu Ruixuan, who has grown up, she is just a stranger.
Oh, no, she never existed in Liu Ruixuan's eyes when they first met her.
"Really?" Xia Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and tapped the "Boys" with his fingers, "That's right. With a handsome Zhuyu like me in front of you, what else do you have to be excited about?"
"Haha." Ouyang Fuqian couldn't help but laugh again, looked at Xia Yang, and then at the "Boys" that suppressed Xia Yang's subordinates, and couldn't help but be startled, November special issue??
"This?" Ouyang Fuqian looked at Xia Yang, "Isn't it a monthly magazine?"
"Yes," Xia Yang paused and said thoughtfully, "Didn't you know? In the last two months of every year, a bimonthly magazine is published."
Her? Ouyang Fuqian was startled, how could she know.
She bought two copies in total, one in May last year and one in June this year.
What the hell, this magazine is actually so good at it?
Ouyang Fu's eyes flashed and he glanced sideways at Xia Yang: "I know why I'm still asking you? You're not talking nonsense!"
"..." Xia Yang paused and took the book over, "Oh, I always thought that you cared about classmate Xiao Liu. Now it seems that I was wrong."
Ouyang Fu glanced at Xia Yang, and then his eyes fell on the special edition of "Boys" in Xia Yang's hand.
Liu Ruixuan is such a bastard, what on earth was he thinking? He actually posted his own photo.
Is he worried that he is not public enough or high-profile enough?
"That's right," Xia Yang casually threw the book "Boys" on the dining table. "Anyway, he is not as handsome as me, not as tall as me, and not as proactive as me. You are right not to care about him."
Ouyang Fuqian glanced at the "Boys" in front of her, reached for it, flipped through it casually, and suddenly saw a name: Xiao Ran.
Xiao Ran? Isn’t this the name Xia Yang used when he lived at his grandmother’s house?
Ouyang Fu trembled slightly, then looked towards Xia Yang: "No wonder, it turns out that you are also expressing your emotions here?"
"Haha," Xia Yang laughed dryly, "Can I say that I didn't write this?"
"Really?" Ouyang Fuqian glanced at Xia Yang with a look on his face, and then his eyes fell on the page in his hand, "Spring is warm and flowers are blooming."
"At five-thirty in the afternoon, in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, buy a return ticket and return to the platform where you started."
Ouyang Fuqian finished reading the first sentence, looked towards Xia Yang, and instantly turned his attention to the book in his hand:
"In late spring in the south of the Yangtze River, there were several apricot blossom rains, and the grass spread over the river bank. When the spring was warm and the flowers were blooming, I couldn't see the beauty of the flowers, but I inadvertently caught a glimpse of the happy look on the edge of my memory - long time no see
…”
"Ahem."
Xia Yang's dry coughs came one after another, interrupting Ouyang Fuqian's light reading.
"Go see him if you are sick." Ouyang Fuqian looked at Xia, "It's not like your style. This is."
After a slight pause, he suddenly understood.
"Is this written by Zhu Xiaoyan?"
Ouyang Fuqian put the book in his hand on the corner of the dining table, picked up the other book in front of him, opened it, and found Xiao Ran's name in the front catalog column.
After putting it down, I picked up another book and saw a familiar name: Xiao Ran.
After flipping through the fourth book, Ouyang Fuqian stopped.
I see.
Xia Yang bought these magazines not for her, but for Zhu Yan!
Haha, she suddenly laughed. It was really strange. There were two people she and Xia Yang cared about in a book called "Boys".
Ouyang Fu lowered his eyelids, put the "Boys" in his hand on the dining table in front of him, and turned to look out the window.
On the western horizon, a yellow halo is spreading from the treetops.
After the rain, the sky clears, and the twilight is thousands of miles of green!
"So," Xia Yang smacked his mouth, took the paper on the table and wiped his hands, "Look, Zhu Yan and Liu Ruixuan are both talented little poets, let's forget about us two commoners and don't worry about them.
, they are talented people and beautiful women, let’s make a couple.”
Ouyang Fuqian's eyes trembled slightly, and he turned to look at Xia Yang. The man was eating a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs.
"If you don't speak, you are acquiescing." Xia Yang looked at Ouyang Fuqian while eating, "Please take a quick look at the special photo and keep it in mind, otherwise, I will throw it into the trash can later.
Already."
After saying that, he threw the gnawed bone on the empty dinner plate, picked up another piece and started eating by himself.
Ouyang Fu lowered his eyes, looked at the special edition, and hesitated.
Does she still need to watch it?
Although Xia Yang was joking, he also told an indisputable fact.
There are many talented and beautiful people on the high school campus, but in Liu Ruixuan's world, she probably doesn't even have a memory left.
"It doesn't matter."
Ouyang Fu smiled lightly.
"Ah?" Xia Yang was startled, stopped, and looked at Ouyang Fuqian with half a piece of uneaten ribs, "Are you really ready to have a couple with me?"
Seeing Ouyang Fu Qian's slightly startled look and then giving him a big eye roll, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Xiao Qian, what else do you have to be reserved in front of me?" Xia Yang threw the ribs onto the dinner plate in front of him, rubbed it on the dinner paper, leaned over, picked up the special book, and turned it over.
He turned it over and handed it to Ouyang Fuqian, "Look at it if you want. This is the Ouyang Fuqian I have in mind. Take a look."
"Forget it."
Ouyang Fuqian turned away and looked out the window.
So what if she saw it? It’s not like she had never seen a real person.
See you, so what?
It just adds to the worries!
"You really don't want to look at it?" Xia Yang came over and gently patted Ouyang Fuqian on the shoulder, "I think you still need to look at it."
Ouyang Fu lightly twitched the corner of his mouth and looked towards Xia Yang: "Forget it, let's eat. If you don't eat, you will get cold."
Xia Yang blinked, looked at Ouyang Fuqian, and his eyes fell on the book page in his hand:
"Whose tears slipped down the wine glass again? You say, you say;
Which fallen leaf is buried with a dying butterfly? I'm going, I'm going.
But in front of us is the abyss of falling rain, and behind us is the cemetery of falling snow.
The thought of how to look forward to germination was harvested into a fatal disease in this cold late autumn of Wuji——
Then, I fall asleep with your name on my pillow.
Are all longings without distance, are all expectations without answers?
How can I dream of young songs?
Ouyang Fuqian!
How can I say: The farthest you are the one I miss most recently..."