Qiu Xing's childhood

"There are trees in the south, you can't stop thinking about it" This sentence is originally a woodcutter's affectionate folk song. To put it bluntly, what it expresses is nothing more than a love poem written by a poet when he was broken in love. Surprisingly, it fits somewhat with this poem, but it is a pity that fate always likes to linger on, he thought, maybe he still can't forget him!

Ever since Qiu Xingyou came back, he couldn't stop thinking. He was always thinking, thinking about every sad story about himself and Jiang Ji before he left the city.

In less than half an hour, there was a heavy knock on the door of the old house. Qiu Xingyou knew that it was Meng Li who had come. After sorting out her emotions, Qiu Xingyou opened the door of the old house. There was a squeak, squeak sound, followed by Meng Li's handsome face. Meng Li's facial features are very good-looking, with a strong artistic atmosphere like sculpture.

"Long time no see." Meng Li looked at Qiu Xingyou for a long time, opened his slender arms, hugged Qiu Xingyou in his arms, breathed evenly against Qiu Xingyou's ear, the familiar smell stimulated Touching Qiu Xingyou's long-lost nerves.

"I may... I can't go anymore." Qiu Xingyou hugged Mengli back, and after a long time, the two let go. Qiu Xingyou thought, it seems that the only thing that can make her feel at ease in this world is this warm one. Hug and familiar taste now!

When Meng Li entered the house, he took out Qiu Xingyou's luggage, opened the trunk and stuffed it in, and then dragged Qiu Xingyou into the car.

"You seem to be in a better mood." Meng Li lifted Qiu Xingyou's bangs and touched his head twice. Meng Li's movements were very light and gentle.

"It's a little bit" Qiu Xingyou just slowly lowered her head while speaking.

There was no more words along the way, Qiu Xingyou thought that Meng Li would send herself back to his home first, but unexpectedly, the car stopped in front of Zaozakura University, which is a key university in Luozhou City. Qiu Xingyou graduated here, one is because she likes music, and Zaozakura University has produced many well-known artists, and the other is because Zaozakura University will be full of cherry blossoms as soon as the season comes, it feels really good It's very beautiful and leisurely.

"What are you doing here?" Qiu Xingyou asked.

"Look at the cherry blossoms, we'll enter from the back later." Meng Li let go of his seat belt, got out of the car and circled around to drag Qiu Xingyou out.

"Why do we enter from the back"

"Do you think you are still a student here now?" Meng Li has always had a magical power in speaking, that is, he can unconsciously make people who talk to him speechless. To be precise, Meng Li always blocks other people's words habitually. So up to now, Qiu Xingyou has never tried to quarrel with Mengli, because no matter right or wrong, Mengli can always let the reason go to him.

The two came to the back door timidly. Meng Li didn't know where to find the key, and opened the door facing him.

"Do you still remember what you said to me?" Meng Li led Qiu Xingyou to sit down on the bench.

"what"

"Watching the cherry blossoms bloom in spring is the easiest way to reap love"

"I do not remember"

"You lied!" Meng Li's words pierced Qiu Xingyou's heart silently again. Of course he remembered that Jiang Ji had told him this. That year Qiu Xingyou was the first freshman. It was the first time he stepped into Zao Ying's gate, and after the freshmen registered, Jiang Ji and his bright and pure smile were the first to greet him.

That year, Qiu Xingyou was 20 years old. The senior who played games with him and followed him told him that day that watching cherry blossoms bloom in spring is the easiest way to reap love.

"Brother Mengli, what's the matter?" Mengli suddenly stretched out a big warm hand to cover Qiu Xingyou's eyes, and Qiu Xingyou was startled by Mengli's sudden action.

"There are dirty things, I don't want you to see them." Meng Li gently leaned against Qiu Xingyou's ear and whispered,

"It's... what, I want to see it." Qiu Xingyou pinched Meng Li's fingers, trying to break free from his restraint.But in the end it was still unsuccessful, Meng Li's strength was too great, Qiu Xingyou's small movements had no effect at all, and after a long time, Meng Li slowly put down his palm.

"Okay, let's go home!" Qiu Xingyou felt that something was wrong with Meng Li, he pulled up his hand and wanted to leave, but Qiu Xingyou felt that his other hand seemed to be... At this moment, it was also taken A pair of warm hands held it.

Qiu Xingyou looked back, but saw what Meng Li said, 'dirty things'.

"Ginger Ji" Qiu Xing looked up and down at the unexpected guest with her young deer eyes.

"Let go" Meng Li suddenly spoke, but he didn't turn around, instead he turned his back to Jiang Ji and Qiu Xingyou.But what Qiu Xingyou didn't expect was that Jiang Ji really let go of his hands, and when Qiu Xingyou saw Yan Yue behind Jiang Ji, he understood that in Jiang Ji's eyes, such a For many years, he was still an insignificant existence compared to Yan Yue's. Qiu Xingyou smiled bitterly. He turned his head and never looked back, because he knew that he had already done so. meaning.

It is impossible for God to take care of everyone who suffers. For Qiu Xingyou, Jiang Ji was the best gift God gave him in this slum. It is only now that he understands that it is just the devil who wrapped God The coat is nothing but an illusion.

We all thought that the coming year would be turbulent, and we would spend so much time together. I believe that those misunderstandings and hurts will one day be wiped away by time. Control, I can't keep it, I can't catch it, I can't catch it, this broken sword of time can't reach the future after all, now I can't even give you a warm hug, I can't think about it, it's always been shallow, How affectionate.

Interacting with Jiang Ji again made Qiu Xingyou feel distraught. After returning to Mengli's place, Qiu Xingyou had complete insomnia. He felt that his illness was getting worse. In the haze, he seemed to feel The clown doll beside him picked up a sharp knife and stabbed it into his heart without hesitation, digging the knife, the pain in his body filled the missing heart.

At 02:30 in the morning, Qiu Xingyou still woke up in his sleep, sweat drenched his body, and fear permeated his mind, he patted his aching head, dragged his body reluctantly, Walking to the bathroom, he came out after a while of hearty feeling. Qiu Xingyou had a habit of writing a diary after his parents left. He doesn't like to use the computer to record, so every time he only takes out the notebook when he is depressed. After writing down such a sentence or two, he took out his pen, but paused on the notebook for a while: If one day, I am close at hand, can you heal my heart full of holes?

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