Calamus love

The lips touched the petals lightly, and the dew on the top rolled and rolled again. With a bang, it broke all over the ground! Look at it again, seeping into the soil, and everything around is fine. It seems that nothing happened. He saw her long eyelashes shake, a drop of tears, rolling down. He was stunned, so close. As if she hadn’t seen him, she was immersed in her own world for a long time. He wanted to wipe tears for her, but he was afraid of disturbing something. He raised his hand and the air around him became tense. He breathed a little fast. He raised his hand and put it down again. She drifted away, leaving a kafuu. Where she used to be, she rowed with branches: like a dream, like a dream, like a flower. Sprigs lying on the ground, he picked it up and felt the temperature on it. Like a dream, like a fantasy moon, as if you are away from flowers. He knew that it was written by shiershao in Rouge buckle. A love with death, a love with Yin and Yang separated. You won’t understand, just like summer doesn’t understand early spring. The second time I saw her was at a speech party. The lights are shining and the people are crowded. In the sound, the students read generously and passionately. The speaker on the stage, flying spittle, sang the magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland. I heard him sleepy. I was just about to sleep, and the light hit the speech floor. For a moment, The White Shadow in the corner shocked his body: it was her, that girl! Although he could not see clearly, his instinctive intuition gripped him deeply. Has she also come to attend the speech? What can she give a speech? Great, now we can finally know her name. Since the last meeting, it has been like a dream, like a fantasy moon, as if it was like a flower. It’s like someone carved them into his mind with knife handle. After he went back, he read “Rouge buckle” back and forth for more than a dozen times, almost memorizing every line. Walking on the tree-lined road of the campus, he never paid attention to others, and every time he fixed his eyes on the girls coming and going. He wanted to see her again, the eyebrows and eyes, the sadness, and he felt that his heart was going to break. Intuition told him that she was a man with stories. And he has a natural interest in people with stories. He thought of his roommate Peng Jun. When he started school, he thought he was strange. I always run outside school when I have something to do. Every time I come back, I frown tightly. Once he followed him secretly to see him go to the downtown hospital. His heart sank. Seeing Peng Jun talking and laughing at ordinary times, he didn’t expect him to follow him into the ward before he knew that Peng Jun’s father was hospitalized. From their conversation, he learned that his father was in urgent need of medical expenses of 20,000 yuan. Peng Jun, oh my God, he heard Peng Jun told his father himself that he won the first prize in the architectural model design competition held by the school, with a bonus of 20,000. Of course he knew about it. Because at that time, the school was voting publicly for two works that were very hopeful to win the first prize. The candidate works for the first prize are Peng Jun’s European-style home and his bamboo harbor. Two works, one West Middle School, one magnificent, one small and exquisite, one ancient and elegant beauty, and one Qingyour Jingxiu. Obviously, each has its own advantages, but it must compete with each other. In those days, Peng Jun and Tang Feng were hung on the bulletin board for a long time, and the following was a secret ballot pasted with five-pointed stars. The five-pointed star under Tang Feng is far ahead. He didn’t understand why Peng Jun said to his father like this. But he saw Peng Jun’s father’s proud and comforting smile and the two pairs of hands tightly folded together. On the way back, Tang Feng’s steps were very heavy. Under the propaganda column, Tang Feng and Peng Jun’s name fluttered in the wind. So far, the total number of votes below Tang Feng is 2189, while Peng Jun has only 1768 votes. He knew what that meant. He also knew where the tickets came from. His good friend once patted his chest and said he would help him to canvass tickets. He also knew that his father Tang Jianmin, the headmaster of this school, was also the reason why he was far ahead of the vote. Tang Feng stood there quietly, the wind passed, blowing several locks of curly hair in front of his forehead. He stretched out his hand and lifted the paper flying with the wind, which said Tang Feng. He felt a sharp pain, after all, he loved architecture. The work was designed after he stayed awake for several nights. But he knew that Peng Jun, the boy who played basketball with himself and had always been able to support himself, needed this first! Tang Feng withdrew from the competition, and the news blew all over the campus like the wind. Everyone is like a plague. He will follow wherever he goes. But soon the storm calmed down, because the next day, the school announced that the winner of the first prize in the architectural model design competition was Peng Jun. At the award ceremony, everyone had a smile on their faces. President Tang Jianmin not only presented the award personally, but also delivered an enthusiastic speech. As for the reasons why Tang Feng withdrew from the competition, it also spread from ten to ten. Everyone kept silent and secretly gave a thumbs-up to Tang Feng in his heart. Of course, Tang Feng and Peng Jun also became good friends. Now Peng Jun is sitting next to Tang Feng. Obviously, he was defeated by the boring speech. His head was crooked on the chair, drooling straight down the corner of his mouth, and his mouth was rattled from time to time. This sleep is really flattering. But Tang Feng didn’t dare to sleep and couldn’t sleep. Eyes kept staring at the White Point on the speech floor, the girl like a dream. The speech is coming to an end. Tang Feng was a little unable to sit still and played drums in his heart. Next, is it always her turn next? Finally, he saw her figure move. The host was on the stage, holding the microphone in his hand, looking at the speech table, picking up the small card in his hand and looking directly at the audience. He felt that what the host said was to himself. He clenched his fist subconsciously. Finally, the host’s mouth moved, and the voice was like drums, blazing in his ears: below, let’s invite Lin Heying, a classmate from Class 3 of the school of literature, to bring us her works, simurong’s calamus flowers. Lin Heying and Tang Feng read silently over and over again. She seemed to float to the center of the stage, just like that day, walking lightly. White dress under the light. He seemed to be able to see her long eyelashes, flashing and hitting him in his heart. She is like a flower on the stage. Lonely and cold, not close, dare not to stare. But she was full of fragrance and seduction. He was just like seeing her for the first time in the garden that day. In peace, her voice is like the sounds of heaven: Calamus Xi Murong, how I once hoped to meet you,, we can’t turn dark and cold on such a desolate and silent Sandbar. What kind of dusk will it be when all our thoughts and movements are gradually slow? But at this moment, the calamus flowers are blooming at will. Here and there are everywhere, showing her passion to the world around her. Her small heart from pure white to blue purple seems to be talking about the story I yearn for. The music stops, she bowed deeply. As the black hair of the waterfall poured down, she raised her head and the applause rang. Peng Jun beside him almost jumped up from the chair and drummed his hands wildly. He said that he was awakened by her beauty, and he didn’t hear the content of her speech clearly. Tang Feng looked at her on the stage, and there seemed to be the big bright tear flashing under her long eyelashes. She cried, why does her face always have tears? The party is over. Tang Feng squeezed through layers of crowds and pursued the White Shadow. In his eyes, she was so delicate. Hi, Tang Feng caught up, panting. This was the crappy way he once thought to say hello, but now, nervous, only such a word pops up in his brain. She turned back with a blank face. Call me? Ah? Well, my name is Tang Feng, your speech from the Construction Institute Tang Feng twisted his hands together. He didn’t know why he was so nervous that his heart almost fell out and his tongue tied. Unexpectedly, she handed the manuscript to him. Without saying anything, he turned around and floated out of his sight again. Hey, why should I return it to you? Tang Feng shouted at her fading figure. No need. The sound was light, and Tang Feng was a little drunk. But now, he not only thinks she has a story, but also thinks she is very strange. Unfold, plain white paper, juanxiu words. However, at the end of the poem, a few lines of words were described with a red pen, which was shocking. This is a fixed number. Encounter or discrete, are fixed numbers. You won’t understand. Just like, I don’t know early spring in midsummer! The wiped tears Lin Heying, someone looked for it. During the break, a crisp shout brought back the reality of lin heying, who was looking out of the window and meditating. The voice was soon lost by the noise in the class. She didn’t look for the source of the voice, but looked at the door with a smile. It’s not her again, is it? The woman whose tears ripple at the sight of her. Her name is Lin Lan, in her early thirties, with clean and neat short hair and simple costume. Time seemed to favor her, and time did not leave ugly marks on her face. At first sight, she waved to her coldly, as if she had ten percent confidence in what she was going to do. Come straight to the point, she said: You are Lin Heying. Looked at her from top to bottom. I come for only one purpose. You must break up with Tang Feng. Her eyes were sharp like a knife. Lin Heying didn’t dare to look at her. He lowered his head and bit his lips hard. She seems to be used to this action. When you are afraid, when you are at a loss. When she was a child, she asked Grandma timidly for her mother. All I got was Grandma’s vicious answer: You have no mother, she is already dead. Her subconscious action was to bite her lips. There is no dispute and no crying. But since then, she never mentioned her mother again, in front of Grandma. Intentionally or unintentionally, when people around her look at her gradually, they can always hear: the girl, the longer she grows, the more she looks like her mother, white and clean. In the mirror, she flashed her big eyes and looked at her nearly transparent white face. From then on, she began to deliberately avoid the poisonous sunshine. When she went out, she always applied sunscreen layer after layer on her face and arms. She didn’t know why she wanted to do this. She always thought it was a sign, a sign like mother’s. Even if she is really like what grandma said, at the very least, she still has white skin like her. This is a gift she gave her. She wants to protect it. But now, at this moment, standing under the poisonous Sun, she clenched her lips. The spicy sunshine makes people feel painful. Sweat dripped down her face and hair. Break up with Tang Feng, break up with Tang Feng, break up with Tang Feng over and over again, like the magic of Monkey Sun, it hurts and hurts more and more. She wants to say no. But naturally, she has learned to obey since she was young. Facing this sharp woman in front of her, she can’t say anything. When I was a child, the only way to get grandma’s approval was not academic performance, not to be clever, not to roll all over the ground to impress grandma with tears, but to obey and obey absolutely. What grandma said, just do it. Just standing there, deadlocked. She suddenly felt a shadow pressing against her and staring at her neck. She looked up and met her searching eyes. For the first time, she had an impulse to show her the colored glaze that had always been close to her chest and had never been seen by anyone. This is what she has hung on her body for as long as she can remember, just like the jade contained in Baoyu’s mouth. It’s just not that expensive. She is the only one who has this thing. It is like a belief and used to it. It is a heart-shaped pendant, small but not exquisite. Petals from pure white to blue and purple change their colors in the sun in turn. It was only later that she noticed that this was a calamus flower. The designer was very thoughtful and carefully inlaid its changing colors in such a small object. In the Sun, it looks cold, but it is just a plant, cool but poisonous. However, she loved its cool and charming appearance very much. If she could smell its fragrance. Every year on lunar May 5, some calamus come back in the morning with dew, but not to exorcise evil spirits and avoid evil, but to commemorate. As for what to commemorate, she didn’t know or think about it. A lot of things, just want to do, no reason and no answer. It’s just that chain, which is a long time ago. Even though she has been carefully kept at ordinary times, it is still rusty, like telling and crying. Heying gently took it off and held it in his hand. Looking up, she was looking at the crane shadow incredulously. Just now she was full of air, and now she was like a defeated chicken. The eyes are sluggish and the mouth murmured: impossible, impossible

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