Xiaohan's red and falling swallows are heavy

The new day opened as scheduled, but it was a little more emotional.I had already decided to concentrate on my studies and let go of the fetters of emotions.But the familiar phantom in front of you often invades your concentration and lingers for a long time.The tacit understanding of speech and behavior must be the fate of dating for thousands of years.A long wait, just to meet again today.

The words and phrases in Ling's words still echoed in Zhong's ears: "Then what should I do? We will definitely catch up. Is it okay?"

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want to hear your voice

I want to hear your lively voice

childish whispers

I want to kiss your sweet smile

Like the rippling clear waves of a fairy lake

your voice fills the air

I turn into a butterfly and fly

your smile turns

I turned into a fish swimming around

Another day passed quietly, Zhong sat in a daze in his seat, looking for an opportunity to strike up a conversation with Ling.Ling was packing up her books, she moved to the side and said, "Are you going home?"

"Ah."

"I want to say??????"

"Well. You said."

"Do you pack all the books and leave?"

"Ah."

"Can you move it?"

"Make it move."

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Ling raised her head and looked seriously, then smiled again.

Although it was just a few words, that smile was a great gift to him, and it was enough to savor it for several days.

Love can make people weird and uncontrollable.

time is running out

the sun is gone

the sky is not blue anymore

the water is not moving

where is my heartbeat

miss your day

so tormented

guarding the remaining memory

sleepless nights

Ling went home, and Chong hadn't seen her for two days.I feel so empty in my heart that I panic, I am afraid that my soul has gone back with Ling.

Looking forward to Ling's return, looking forward to the sunset outside the window, the devil in my heart drove me to rush to the school gate to wait, but my nervous and suffocating heart could not be relieved.

I don't know how long it took, the street lamps have flickered in the mist, and the stars in the sky began to twinkle.

Walking back in frustration, looking at his own dark shadow, a chill rushed from his back to his whole body.

"Little Chongchong, are you out looking for food so late?"

Zhong was stunned for a moment, and looked around, thinking that there was an auditory hallucination.The heavy feet were frozen there, unable to move an inch.

"Hey, Xiao Chongchong, are you scared silly?" Chong was slapped violently, followed by a string of laughter like silver bells.

Only then did Chong wake up, and turned around sharply, and it was Ling.He was at a loss for a moment, his eyes were wide open, his hands covered his heart, and the sweat on his forehead was glistening.I don't know whether to be happy or panic.Chong didn't say a word, like a lost child who found his mother's embrace, but appeared a little strange.Zhong didn't step forward, but turned around and left.

Seeing this, Ling stretched out her hand to grab Chong's arm and said, "What's the matter? You don't help anyone with their bags, just turn around and leave."

He turned around again, wiped his forehead with his hand, and said, "Oh, okay, I'll help you."

Quiet campus, a small travel bag, heavy on one end, Ling on the other, walking slowly.The shadows of the two under the lamp are clear and tacit.

Without saying a word, thousands of words surged in my heart.A small bag is the link of communication.Chong Xiang kept walking hand in hand like this, until the end of time.

Unknowingly, I walked to the girl's apartment, and Zhongshang was wandering in the Garden of Eden. He raised his foot and walked inside. Ling grabbed Chong and said, "Here, you want to break into the girl's apartment at night? You brazen little girl?" Bugs!"

Chong blushed, touched his head and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, it's true, I didn't see it. Goodbye."

"Have a good dream."

"Have a good dream."

Revisiting every detail just now, it turned out that there was a lingering fragrance everywhere.He even wanted to change his lines just now.

"Dream about me."

"Dream about me."

Lying heavily on the bed, thinking about it, he actually laughed out loud.Haidao: "Sleep, what are you laughing at? Have a dream!" He gritted his teeth and fell asleep.

Chong took out his diary and wrote by starlight: "When you are lonely, you smile brightly, driving away the cold and pain. When you are confused, you look back instantly, dispelling fear and hesitation. In the vast sea of ​​people, meeting you, life There is a clear sky.

In the writing class the next day, I took advantage of the breaks during the discussion to discuss my ideals with Ling.

Ling asked: "Can you tell me your ideal?"

He said again: "I want to be a writer."

"What do you want to write about?"

"Such as essays like Lu Xun, or essays like Bing Xin."

"Why don't you write novels?"

"Fiction is the reproduction of life, and my life has just begun, lacking tempering and feeling."

"Writing romance?"

Chong was taken aback, and said, "My love is still on the way."

"It's so profound, what's your plan to be shorter?"

"Practice calligraphy well, don't let your student surpass."

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It was just a few phrases of chatting, but I wrote them down in the diary carefully, for fear that I would forget them when I turned around.

Think again: "What's wrong with me? Why do I miss you all the time? I really want to be close to you, but I'm afraid to scare you. When will our love buds bloom to their fullest?"

One afternoon, Chong worked on the blackboard newspaper in the classroom.Ling and her sisters came in talking and laughing, only to hear Ling say "Yeah", and hurriedly stopped writing and looked sideways.Ling continued: "My God, why are there bugs everywhere?"

Chong was surprised: "What?"

Ling approached and said, "I said, why can I see you everywhere!"

Not knowing what it meant, he just nodded his head busy.

This moment is fascinating.As beautiful and refined as an angel, as hazy and mysterious as a fairy.Your back appears like a movie, like crazy.Turned into a flat boat, eager to paddle into the harbor of your soul, but unexpectedly, it ended up in a mess.

The heavy emotion is in the trend of "the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of the building".Longing for a warm embrace with Ling, looking forward to rubbing shoulders together, longing for a light kiss?????? But the reality is far away, "the so-called Iraqi people are on the side of the water."

Re-reading the love poems one after another, there is endless sadness.He compiled two songs by hand, which are the portrayal of his own soul.

"Love in the wilderness"

Tenderness is more than sadness

Missing slowly turns into the sea

Spring goes to autumn, flowers wither and flowers bloom

my love is in the wilderness

I wait all my life

Waiting is a lifetime of helplessness

you never hurt me

My heart is broken into dust

wandering in the wind wandering

Can't find east, west, north, south

my love is in the wilderness

"Night Rain"

在 这 寒冷 夜 里

what sound broke the silence

Those are the raindrops falling in the night sky

in this lonely night

What emotion is disturbing the thoughts

That's my deepest obsession

fell when it shouldn't

Think again when you don't want to think

What a light rain, once gentle you

come and go quietly

A predestined beginning without a predestined ending

Looking at the pattering raindrops outside the window

Can't figure out the mystery in my heart

amorous rain ruthless you

Never leave me a trace of sweetness

I can only silently bless you

Give yourself courage for tomorrow

Chong looked at it and couldn't help being stunned. It was such a coincidence that the song "Heartbeat" answered Chong's heartfelt voice:

"My heart is inexplicably moved, you have become the only scenery. Could it be that this is love, looking at your smile, I can't see the mood behind you clearly.

Could it be that your heart is also moved, counting the stars in the sky every night.

I can't see your mind clearly, my diary is filled with your name.

Walking with you by chance that day, I think my face must be very red.It feels like flying in a vacuum, talking nonsense and not remembering clearly.I just remember that you kept smiling at me, and at that moment my heartbeat seemed to fly into the sky.

Focusing on cruising between the lines is a kind of spiritual exile.Emotional doubts, it is difficult to find the answer, and I gradually lose myself again.

Sometimes people are too persistent, and they will be baptized by a sudden cold rain.

After not seeing each other for a day, I feel heartache, an inexplicable feeling.

Whenever I think of Ling's back, I feel satisfied.The sweet smiling face, the soft voice, and the warmth in my heart are simply a miracle.

During the class break, Zhongzheng lowered his head and practiced calligraphy.Ling turned around and handed over a white envelope.After taking it again, a strange name "Peng" came into view.Heavy was hit by this name and his breath became short of breath, his expression distorted.

This is a letter written by a boy to Ling, and I don't want to believe it all.But I have to be sober: Show me this, what is the purpose?What role did I play, was it a polite refusal?

For some reason, Zhong suddenly felt relaxed.It was a momentary negligence, a self-indulgent sentimentality, and strayed into the emotional whirlpool.

Everything just disappeared like smoke.

Sleepless all night, in order to forgive his lover, he searched for a thousand reasons and created 1 opportunities.Think again: Maybe it's just a classmate, just a letter, maybe it's a test of my mind.My birthday is coming soon, let's see if Ling remembers?Only when you read more books can you feel a sense of accomplishment.Reading requires strong interest and superhuman understanding to understand.Continue to socialize and see, it is good to be friends, too much expectation will be counterproductive.When you are free, you start to miss again. It is your luck to engrave you in your heart.You don't think so, maybe it's all my fault.Maybe it was redundant at the beginning, but this unforgettable experience has left a good memory.Life is far away, you are my source of strength.

In the evening, in the study room.Ling asked about Zhong's birthday.What is she thinking?Is it too much indifference?Ling seemed to be very concerned about it.

Somehow, just by asking, Zhong will be moved.Ling's mind is really hard to guess.Every time I see Ling, I am still as excited.In fact, it's not bad to be her brother.

I feel comfortable when I meet you

even without words

from your back

can absorb infinite divine power

Just let you be the goddess in your dreams

The brothers went to the restaurant to celebrate Chungking's birthday, drinking wine and pretending to be happy.

The answer to the waiting mystery has not been solved for a long time??????

It was past midnight and the brothers were fast asleep.Zhong quietly thought about the encounter and acquaintance with Ling.Find her love in every detail.It was so hard to find, just bits and pieces.Suddenly, I thought of the poem hidden in "Norwegian Forest". Yes, I must read it tomorrow, maybe Ling doesn't know the heavy thoughts at all.

A momentary turn of thought made Zhong fall into a dream.