The third option: I am uncle control

Swaying, showing tender green that makes people love and notice.

The flowing bright green just cast on Xiaolu's T-shirt, exuding a faint smell of lavender.

At this moment, Xiaolu took a sip of Coca-Cola and was admiring a radiant photo album, which showed the clear and penetrating moonlight in Bingcheng. The sky there was so blue and the leaves were green. Xiaolu noticed it.

Everything is like a dream, and the mix of Coke and wind makes people feel a little erratic.

In front of Xiaolu is a leather-bound notebook, which is very thick and elegantly placed on a clean table. It is full of his youthful handwriting, recording his annual rings and loneliness.

He has always been like this, and twenty years have passed, always alone, with a book, a can of Coke, accompanied by a shade of a tree here or there-to spend.Alone, quietly and cleanly, dreaming about breathing and savoring memories.

Most of the memory is empty.He likes this feeling, and is easily moved by this feeling, indulging in it, like an unturned book on the shelf.

This book is like a small road, behind the elegance is chicness, and the shadow of chicness is loneliness. Enjoying this loneliness is the unique touch of life under the locust tree.

The wind passed again, blowing over the acacia tree and the book in his hand.

Path ([-])

At six in the morning, the sun should be in the east.

The sky was not bright enough, and when the window was opened, the cool north wind blew in a smell of rain, without the smell of mud, and the flowers and trees were fresh, and the wind was still.

In the bathroom, he took a cold shower and took care of himself in good spirits. Wearing a white T-shirt on his body, Xiaolu became even more attractive.

Drops of water are falling from the willow tree, no one else is moving around on campus, the vines have already filled the sky above the promenade, and the vines hang down in a light spiral, with a little red ladybug crawling on it, Devouring the rain.

A section of marble stool was dry.Xiaolu sat down leisurely, the wind blew his short and clean hair from behind, and the fleshy skin inside could be vaguely seen.For a moment, a thin and fragrant natural smoke drifted with the wind, and it was Xiaolu who lit a short cigar and smoked it silently.

The strong aroma of the acacia tree was blown away by the rain, making it even more indistinct, tactful and elusive.Hey, under the shade of the tree over there, a little chubby bear is hugging the girl, their faces are so close and tight.The girl is so petite, but the boy who hugs her is strong.

The boy left and headed for the gate, it was a farewell, what a beautiful view.

The air was filled with the faint fragrance of mini cigars, and Xiaolu curled up his fleshy lips, and walked to the classroom alone.

The corridor is empty and bright, the sun is shining in the window at the end, and Xiaolu squints his eyes as he advances, and even the sun shines in his eyelashes.

The leather shoes echoed on the ground.

She is in the classroom, waiting for him.

"I knew you would come, you are always on time." She leaned her back against the window, looked at herself with a faint smile, the white plain shirt covered her body neatly.

"Did the defense go well?"

"Not bad, two A's and one B." She blinked, looking forward to it.

"Are you leaving today?"

"Nine o'clock train."

"Well, there are two hours left, and I'm on the train too."

He saw her take a step closer.

"Where are you going, are you looking for a job?"

"Well, go north."

"Then, will you come to my wedding?"

She saw him shake his head.

"The wedding is so lively."

"Oh……"

She said nothing, a little lonely, but saw him take another step closer.

Outside the window behind her is the shade of a tree, where a boy kissed a girl just now.

She was a little egged on.His eyes are beautiful, his lips are deeply grooved, and his pensive look is distant and dignified, just like his words.

He really took out a notebook from behind, with a black leather cover, very elegant.

Another classroom window was opened, letting in the smell of rain and grass.The lawn under the window was just cut by the janitor yesterday afternoon, and it lay flat there obediently, refreshing and pleasant, like Xiaolu's hair at this time.

She felt the smell, and thought so.

"This is all my story, let me show it to you." His hands are always as clean as they have just been washed, just like the shirt on his body.

She took it, and at the same time, his hand stretched the girl's shoulder, maybe the clothes there were a little wrinkled.

Her heart moved, and panic flashed in her eyes.

The black leather notebook was still warm, so he left, stepping up the wide stairs in the classroom step by step, the white socks flashing, so conspicuous.

Just go.

It's seven o'clock, and she should leave too. The station is still far away, on the other side of the city.

"Wedding, it's so lively." His words rang in his ears again.

However, her future groom is still unknown.

……

The path returned to the corridor, and the wind passed by, and the air was filled with green light.

It is still the locust tree that exudes fragrance.

In the shade of a tree, just now, a boy kissed a girl.

But Xiaolu is still himself.Look at the vines on the head, make a light spiral, a red ladybug is crawling, eating the rain.