Chapter 765 The Most Romantic Thing - Ye Weiyang (Part 2)
The night is still dark, and the lanterns are starting to come on.
After saying goodbye to Xia Yang, Ouyang Fuqian did not return to the dormitory.
Suddenly I felt that Xia Yang's words were right.
If we don’t appreciate such a beautiful Jingyun night scene, wouldn’t it be a waste of natural resources?
When we turned off Wisteria Road and walked slowly along Hexian Road, there were very few people on the road. Occasionally, one or two people would pass by. Naturally, we climbed up the steps and reached Fengxin Road unknowingly.
Ouyang Fuqian stepped down and stopped.
Feng Xin Road.
As the name suggests, this road is like other roads. The beginning and end of the road are covered with hyacinths.
She remembered that in the past spring, she looked out the window and saw flowers of blue, pink, white, goose yellow, purple, yellow, crimson, and red, swaying in the early spring wind. The flowers were colorful and fragrant.
beauty!
Girls with fluttering skirts passed by in groups, either staying, playing, or taking photos, creating a unique scenery.
That was a memory from many years ago, and she hadn't seen it again for a long time.
There are scenes everywhere in Jingyun, and there are always the sounds of thirty-six scenes.
Now that I think about it, Jingyun has beautiful scenery everywhere. This campus with a history of nearly a hundred years is both ancient and romantic.
Ouyang Fuqian looked towards the road ahead. The hazy first quarter moon and the few stars flashed in the silent night sky.
The night is as quiet as an ink moonlight picture, using calm tones and light brushstrokes to outline and trace, giving it a slightly familiar flavor.
Then, she walked forward with a smile in this quiet night.
Seeing the grayness of the night reminds me of the past March, the return of spring, the green grass, the blue sky and the pink sunshine, which was very fresh or peaceful.
In that fresh sunshine, she decided that she wanted to stay in Jingyun.
I don’t know who is confiding to whom, I hear both deep and shallow expectations and loneliness. Or is it a drop of rain falling in the heart of a flower, and secrets begin to appear throughout the spring?!
The dim yellow halo spreads forward from the night above.
She suddenly remembered the memory from many years ago, where the snow fell like flying white butterflies, and the girl staring in the white snow had clear eyes and was not lonely at all.
So, now, many years later, she looks up at the night sky with a happy expression, quietly watching the sunset.
The night is getting darker and the lights are getting darker.
The entire campus is silent at night, with tall poplars and ancient lantern-shaped street lamps. Occasionally, the wind blows past one or two places, and dead branches slide down, like those slow-motion scenes on the film of memory that are slowly picked up and spliced.
She thought of that November many years ago, walking through the rain and fog at five o'clock in the morning, crossing thousands of miles of highway, heading east.
Opening her eyes in the gray rain, she listened to classes in the silent rain in a foreign land in the south of the Yangtze River, took notes, passed through her memories and youth, and moved forward.
Later, she began to walk alone on the road and became silent.
More persistent, clear eyes, happy expression, as if no one else is around.
At that time, there was still a concern and a distant thought in my heart. She was walking alone on the road, carrying a big bag and a stubborn dream. Occasionally, a fellow traveler gave me a hand and smiled and thanked me.
Then go on your own ways.
The starting point is far away and the end point is unknown.
There was no one waiting for her, so she no longer cared about rushing to arrive.
Later, she delayed her youth on the road, just like those nameless flowers, extremely gorgeous. Later, she gradually forgot the flowering period.
Finally, she was alone, traveling from one city to another.
No more fear.
Walk slowly and enjoy the scenery along the way.
Suddenly I remembered the words "The heart is like plain paper".
The crescent moon at night and the quietness along the way have become such a feeling of calmness and clearness many years later. Those people and things that have gone far start to come alive in an instant, as well as those who have stopped there. The feeling of adding dust somewhere!
There is wind, passing by.
The wind, the flower branches on the roadside and the dead branches of the poplar trees, became quiet again after the wind passed by. The quiet branches and leaves had a demure beauty, like the flowing time, silent and leisurely, passing through the memory, dancing into Butterfly, traveling beyond memory.
Some answers have already been written at the beginning. For example, sentimentality, such as persistence.
She keeps walking like this, one journey after another; she keeps remembering, paragraph after paragraph. Apart from herself, who do these long or short words seem to be related to?
Who knows?
The slender moon on the horizon slowly set, passed through the forest tops on the west horizon, and finally fell.
Ouyang Fuqian was startled, smiled slightly, and stopped.
"What are you thinking about?"
Suddenly I felt a weight on my shoulders, and before I could turn my head, I saw a sunny smiling face approaching me.
"Why are you here again?"
Ouyang Fuqian blurted out.
"What?" Xia Yang squinted at Ouyang Fuqian, "You don't want to see me that much!"
Ouyang Fu smiled slightly: "That's not a big deal, but didn't you leave? Why, why are you back?"
Seeing that Xia Yang remained silent, Ouyang Fu narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced not far away, and then looked at Xia Yang: "Isn't it because there is no return ticket?"
Xia Yang raised his eyebrows slightly and stretched out his hand towards Ouyang Fuqian: "Reimburse the ticket."
"Ha!" Ouyang Fu smiled and hit Xia Yang's stretched out hand with the book in his hand, "What a beautiful idea!"
"Eh! Xiaoqian, are you spanking me or kissing me?" Xia Yang retracted his hand and gently rubbed the palm of his beaten hand, "I don't want to be beautiful. I'm a boy, I just need to be handsome enough."
Ouyang Fu glanced at Xia Yang, turned around and walked forward without answering.
"My handsomeness is so handsome that you have nothing to say?"
Xia Yang followed up slowly.
Ouyang Fuqian remained silent, smiled, and looked forward.
"The moonlight tonight," Xia Yang looked up at the dark night, "is so light that you can count the stars. Another day, on a full moon night, I will definitely come and enjoy the moon with you..."
"Okay, tell me what you have to say," Ouyang Fukian looked at Xia Yang, "No need to discuss reimbursement of travel expenses."
"Are you so stingy?" Xia Yang put his backpack on his back, "You are reluctant to give me one yuan and fifty cents for travel expenses. Are you still the gentle and generous Qianqian in my heart? You..."
"no!"
Ouyang Fu interrupted Xia Yang with a smile, "Where is your monthly card? For the one yuan and fifty cents travel expenses, Moji has not left until now. Do you think you are stupid?"
Xia Yang was startled and looked at Qian Qian: "Okay, Xiao Qian, you are smart again."
Ouyang Fuqian's mouth twitched slightly: "Don't be poor. If you have something to talk about, if it's okay, just go back as soon as possible. We'll just be in time for roll call."
"Roll roll call?" Xia Yang couldn't help laughing, "I climbed over the wall in the morning and came out. I was afraid that he would call roll call at night. Besides..."
Halfway through his words, he stopped.
"Say, why don't you say anything?" Ouyang Fuqian stopped and looked at Xia Yang, "Is there anything else that you, Xia Yang, can't say?"
"That's right, you better understand me." Xia Yang smiled and came towards Ouyang Fuqian, "Let's go, let's continue spending the past month."