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The so-called love is like a flower blooming. When the flower blooms, it has a strong fragrance, but at the end it is bleak and wilting, in the silent dark night.The beauty of the past is a dream like a daffodil.

The better ones, after drying in the sun, can finally be made into a fragile and beautiful bookmark, suitable for being sandwiched in yellowed old books. On a sunny and mild afternoon, put on reading glasses and smell it decayed It has a dusty smell, and then evokes a little fragrance in memory.

Even better, the protagonist should be an artist. They use pens and paints to carefully smear their love on paper, frame it in a picture frame, and then drum up that it is an immortal love, which is only suspected of being a false beautification.

Of course, there is also love that is like a fake flower, who respect each other like a guest, as long as a little love can last forever.After all, there are no real flowers that are always in bloom. People will feel sad when the flowers wither, but when spring comes, it is the season of flowering again, that is, "peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze".

True love should be like the moon, when it is cloudy and sunny, it is full, sometimes it is regretful, sometimes it is covered by clouds, or even covered by wind and rain.However, after thousands of miles and eternity years, the moonlight is sometimes cool and sometimes warm, sometimes light and sometimes deep, the corners of the eyes are wrinkled, and the eyes are dark, the moon is still the moon, the moon like a mirror in the bottom of my heart.

Lu Yuan never mentioned that night to anyone.Instead of going back to school right away, she got on the train home.The other sleeper passengers were asleep. She turned on her laptop and watched a movie with headphones on, Makoto Shinkai's "[-] Centimeters Per Second".The cherry blossoms are indeed beautiful, and childhood sweethearts are also heartbreaking. Lu Yuan likes the ending song, watching it over and over again, the light on the screen is reflected on her face. Yellow, pink, green, colorful lights and shadows flicker with the rhythm of music.These shadows danced in her eyes.

The phone vibrated, Lu Yuan read the message, and Ricardo asked her when she would go back to school.She put down her phone, and Gao Huihui's face was in front of her eyes.

She was wearing a lavender dress, which was wrinkled, but still pretty.

"Lu Yuan, do you dare to pat your conscience and say, do you still think about me as always?"

"I'm not you."

"I'm not you either, you can take it, I can't take it!"

"Shouldn't we break up early to make people happy?"

"That's what you really think."

She wore pointed-toed leather shoes with heels. The leather had a soft luster, but her shoulders drooped wearily.

"I don't want to argue with you, I still like you, do you believe it?"

"You are very fraternal."

"Don't be sarcastic, Lu Yuan, I can't stand you the most."

"It's hard for you to bear it for so long."

She put on makeup, wore a necklace she had never seen before, and there were tears in her eyes, and she remained silent in the end. ,

"I don't like you for a long time. You are right, how could I be as good as a jade for you. That's it, let's break up."

Gao Huihui said: "Okay."

Lu Yuan hasn't seen the sky of her homeland for a long time, and at dawn she saw the clouds outside the window.The clouds in the south are clouds in water and clouds in mist.And the clouds in the north are like fists, which are firm in the wind.She looked at the scenery outside the window, watching them slowly thicken, become stronger and warmer from south to north.

It was evening when I got home, and the sky was full of clouds, as if they were painted with a brush, stacked layer by layer, with a red sunset frame.A few lights lit up in the distance, embedded in the clouds, one by one, like pearls.Then the sun went down, the clouds changed from crimson to dark gray blue, and more lights lit up in the sky, one after another, still pearls, like a priceless light.

The school museum has a string of pearl necklaces. It is a relic of the countess. Lu Yuan looks at it through the glass. In the light of the wall lamp, there is no dusty smell of history.The portrait of the countess is very beautiful, with silver-gray hair, which is still elegant with age.Lu Yuan has been staring at the pearl in a daze. She thinks that pearls are better than diamonds, and she will buy pearls for Gao Huihui in the future. They look very suitable for long flowing water.

Fortunately, there is no need for it anymore, since all the thoughts have been done in vain.She hurriedly opened the door and saw her mother's surprised face.

Fortunately, she is not the protagonist of "Five Centimeters Per Second", and she will not be as sad as a cherry blossom that drifts away.Although the movie's ending song made her cry silently.

"Who is that person?" Shan Xiaoqing suddenly asked in the middle of the meal.

"Which one?"

"The one in the lotus pink dress."

Lin Minzhi looked over casually, and saw the woman in the lotus root pink skirt facing them sideways, talking to Gao Huihui, her eyes were smiling.Min Zhi hesitated, "It looks familiar."

Yuan Yuan pondered for a while, then patted the table and said: "I said, it's a bit like Lu Yuan."

Xiaoqing took a closer look, and it was true, but it was just a bit like the previous Lu Yuan, with the same long black hair, and his brows were a little cold when he was not talking, but he smiled sweetly.It's just that when she lowered her head, she didn't have her own thoughts like Lu Yuan.The facial features of the two people are not similar, and the similarity is only a glimpse of temperament.

It turned out that this person was Zhang Yiqing, a friend Gao Huihui met when he was repeating his studies, and later a college classmate.Chen Chongxian also knew Zhang Yiqing, and he showed a faint wit when he changed cups and cups.Zhang Yiqing smiled lazily, and the only female companion who was beside her was also stopped for her during the toast.

Seeing what she did, Lin Minzhi suddenly remembered, and said, "Couldn't she be that Miss Zhang?"

Shan Xiaoqing also remembered, and asked in a low voice, "Huihui's ex-girlfriend?"

Min Zhidao: "It's been several years, maybe I've seen the photos before."

"New love and old love Shura field, I can't bear to look at it." Yuan Yuan shook his head.

So what is Lu Yuan, Xiaoqing thought to herself, picked up her phone and clicked on Lu Yuan's WeChat profile picture.The last conversation between the two stayed in one sentence: "It's as long as she is happy."

After so many years, they didn't even have to be friends in the end.Shan Xiaoqing, who knew the secret, suddenly had the urge to run over and tell Gao Huihui everything.

But she can't, because it's hard to get over the water, and the road is different.

Gao Huihui woke up from thirst in the middle of the night, and the people around her were sound asleep. She quietly went to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water, then sat on the sofa and looked at her phone, and opened several WeChat red envelopes.She flipped through the recent contacts, and clicked on Lu Yuan unexpectedly at the back, only to realize that neither of them had deleted each other.

It may be that the two of them have become a habit of being together, and their reactions are slow, so they are no longer as impatient as when they broke up six years ago.

Unbearable as if to remove the tumor.

In fact, seriously, the reconciliation between her and Lu Yuan was only a matter of the winter of the previous year, but it seemed to have passed a lifetime.

Their reunion was actually a simple coincidence.In the spring two years ago, she bought books in a bookstore and stayed longer because of the rain.There weren't many people in the bookstore, so she easily noticed the short-haired woman flipping through "Love in the Time of Cholera".She also looks caught in the rain, since she doesn't have a backpack, let alone an umbrella.The woman was wearing a very simple white shirt, but it was hard for people to ignore her.

Gao Huihui felt that she looked a little familiar, but after taking a second look, she sat down to read a book.And the short-haired woman was not tired from standing all the time, and kept lingering in front of the bookshelf.

After the rain stopped, Gao Huihui looked at the cloudy sky outside the window and was about to leave, when he saw the short-haired woman walking towards her, he saw her profile just now, and finally saw her face.It was her, Gao Huihui thought, the heart was hit hard by something, it turned out to be her.

Gao Huihui thought she recognized him too, but saw her pass by him without looking sideways, and just when the two were about to pass by, Huihui called her name aloud.

"Lu Yuan."

Lu Yuan turned around in surprise, and looked at her face with a pair of dark eyes, even more surprised than before: "Hui Hui, it's you."