Su Qianqian?

Liu Ruixuan was startled and blinked subconsciously.

The girl from the next class in your childhood memories?

The girl he stared at every day and reminded him to look at was so blurry that he almost lost his memory. He only remembered that the girl wore a high ponytail, liked to walk by the window, glanced at him casually, and then smiled.

After a while, he walked away with a blushing face.

His last impression of Su Qianqian was that she was admitted to the junior high school of Jingyun No. 1 Middle School, a place he even dreamed of going to.

"Do you still remember her?"

Ouyang Fuqian pushed Liu Ruixuan gently, and his originally soft voice became a little loud.

"I have some impressions, but I can't remember clearly."

Liu Ruixuan raised his hand and wiped his face, feeling cool.

"Can not remember?"

Ouyang Fuqian repeated it, gently pushed Liu Ruixuan away, took two steps back, and turned his head to the side.

"I can't remember clearly."

Liu Ruixuan's heart trembled. He looked at Ouyang Fuqian who was retreating and saw a flash of meteors on her face.

"Oh." Ouyang Fuqian nodded, responded, bit his lip lightly, and glanced at Liu Ruixuan, "I can't remember clearly, what does it mean?"

"Ah?" Liu Ruixuan was stunned, "What do you mean?"

I can’t remember clearly, which means I don’t remember!

Cousin, what does this mean?

Suddenly asked what Su Qianqian was doing?

Liu Ruixuan looked at Ouyang Fuqian in astonishment, and met her questioning eyes. Did he have to say this?

Ahem, an idea suddenly flashed through my mind.

Could it be that my cousin is jealous?

In other words, did you tell your cousin about Su Qianqian later?

However, it seemed that he had never interacted with Su Qianqian. It was just that occasionally when he raised his eyes, he saw her blushing walking past the window.

Liu Ruixuan thought about it seriously and sighed slightly. It turns out that my cousin is also a narrow-minded girl!

he likes!

"I have some impressions," Liu Ruixuan recalled seriously. "In the second semester of the third grade, I once saw her passing by my window, then she smiled slightly and left."

When he said that, he paused when he saw the expression on Ouyang Fuqian's face. Is my cousin really jealous?

No, no, no, Liu Ruixuan immediately added, "I didn't notice it. I only found out when she came to remind me. I didn't go to see her on purpose."

I obviously want to make my cousin jealous, but I sincerely hope that my cousin won’t misunderstand me!

After all, ten years passed between them.

Ten years may not change much, but a lot can be changed!

"Anything else?"

Ouyang Fuqian asked again and raised his hand to straighten his wind-blown hair.

"No more." Liu Ruixuan responded. Seeing the doubts flashing across Ouyang Fuqian's face, he added, "Her grades seemed to be very good, and she ended up going to the junior high school of Jingyun No. 1 Middle School."

The junior high school of Jingyun No. 1 Middle School!

Liu Ruixuan's heart felt slightly cold. It only took Su Qianqian a year to go to the junior high school of Jingyun No. 1 Middle School, the place he wanted to go to even when he was awake, crying and shouting!

Sometimes he also blames the unfairness of fate!

Why didn’t I catch up?

This miss lasted ten years!

It took him nearly ten years to get to his cousin.

Ten years, how many ten years can a person have in his life?

Liu Ruixuan's heart trembled slightly. Will his cousin accompany him through the next ten years?

A gust of warm wind blew by, blowing up the long hair on his forehead, and also blowing up Ouyang Fuqian's long hair. It fluttered in the wind for a while, and then slowly fell down, making her even more beautiful.

Just like the slender first quarter moon hanging in the western sky, it is so far away yet so close!

Liu Ruixuan blinked slightly and raised his hand to smooth the wind-blown hair on his forehead.

Why do they waste this precious time on irrelevant people.

Who is Su Qianqian, and what does it have to do with him and his cousin?

"Su Qianqian only has these impressions in my memory." Liu Ruixuan stepped forward and held Ouyang Fuqian's weak shoulders, "But you made me walk for ten years before I came to yours.

In front of you, long time no see."

Ouyang Fuqian raised his head and looked at Liu Ruixuan intently without saying a word.

Looking at Ouyang Fuqian's calm and smiling face, Liu Ruixuan suddenly felt a little confused in his heart.

My cousin must have misunderstood!

"Su Qianqian just passed by my window, but cousin," Liu Ruixuan stared at Ouyang Fuqian intently, "cousin, you passed by my heart."

Did he make it clear?

Liu Ruixuan clearly remembered that when he finished those words, Ouyang Fuqian's expression changed, and instantly returned to its previous appearance. She looked at him with a smile and raised her hand to press on his heart.

"Is this here?"

Huh? Looking at Ouyang Fu's lightly probing hand, Liu Ruixuan felt his mind go blank.

The sky is vast and the fields are vast, the grass is blown by the wind and cattle and sheep are low...

"Is this here?" Ouyang Fuqian's voice came over again.

Liu Ruixuan lowered his head and saw that Ouyang Fuqian had taken out his student ID card from his jacket pocket at some point and was tapping his heart repeatedly.

He suddenly remembered a saying or song he heard somewhere: "Put love in your left breast pocket.

I don’t want to use words to pull, so I choose not to blame. Feelings are like people leaving and coming at the waiting platform. My heart is like a stop sign that says wait.”

Ouyang Fuqian stopped patting his hands and looked at Liu Ruixuan: "What did you say?"

Liu Ruixuan held the student ID card and Ouyang Fuqian's hand, placed them tightly on his heart, and repeated again: "Put your love in the left pocket of your chest, my heart is a station

The sign says wait, wait for Ouyang Fuqian to come and give me an explanation."

"Ha." Ouyang Fu nodded lightly and laughed, "Let go of your hands."

"Ah?" Liu Ruixuan was startled for a moment, then let go of his hand?

He doesn’t want to let it go!

He will hold his cousin's hand like this for the rest of his life and never let go!

"Don't let go." Liu Ruixuan chuckled, stretched out his hand to pull Ou Fuqian over, and whispered, "I won't let go. As you said, for the rest of my life, hold my hand and enjoy the moonlight in the city together."

"Ha," Ouyang Fuqian turned away slightly, chuckled, and then turned back, "let go of your hand."

"Don't let go." Liu Ruixuan responded with a smile, holding the student ID card placed on his left pocket with both hands, as well as Ouyang Fuqian's soft and boneless hands, "I won't let go."

Ouyang Fuqian looked at the hand being held, then glanced at Liu Ruixuan, took a deep breath, and hummed softly:

"Every time it gets dark and I open the window, I stare into the night in a daze/watching the past scene after scene/enacting your love and my love again/I turn on the TV and listen to other people's dialogue/maybe those stories can give me an explanation."

Liu Ruixuan was startled, her cousin's singing voice was so beautiful!

The memories from many years ago came back to life in an instant. At that time, they were playing together in the woods and on the grass, listening to their cousin singing about their childhood and singing the wave drum.

And he, Lailai, Xiuxiu, and Cheche listened quietly, and then clapped so hard that their hands turned red.

Cousin, are you singing?

Liu Ruixuan and Ouyang Fuyang looked and looked again and again, and met the bright eyes she looked over, but were surprised to find that the eyes that were originally shining with stars seemed a little dim.

Liu Ruixuan blinked, maybe he saw it wrong.

Maybe the lights here are too dim!

Liu Ruixuan raised his head and looked at the street lamp above, but he heard his cousin's worried voice coming over again:

"I can't learn the love you want/Watching love turn bad, people are stunned to see the concept of emotion/I can't give you the future, I will give you the present/Quiet ending is also another kind of treatment/When the tears are shed, the hurt is overloaded/Being separated is also another kind of understanding

/The last love I give you is to let go of my hand."

Liu Ruixuan stared at Ouyang Fuqian intently, feeling that there was a faint layer of sadness on her face, which was a little different from the cousin in his memory.

Maybe it's because of the singing.

singing?
To be continued...