Youth is crazy, youth is lively.
After venting his expired youth on the basketball court, it's time for dinner.
Lin Xue and her roommate still had elective courses to take in the afternoon, so they had to eat lunch in the school cafeteria. They discussed to wait until dinner time before going out to "kill" Liu Yanbo viciously.
It's also considered a big pot of rice. When it's meal time, the canteen of the university is obviously more lively than the canteen of the company, making people want to eat more bowls.
Liu Yanbo's appetite has always been good, and today he is in a particularly happy mood, and his appetite is even more frightening. Lin Xue helped him get meals three times, but he refused to wipe his mouth and let go after eating. His gaze became a little strange.
The girls who ate at the same table were stunned, but they hadn't finished a bowl of rice yet.
After finally holding back her laughter, Xiaorou, who loves to joke the most, began to tease again: "Brother Liu, why do I feel that you are not here to see Xiaoxue, but to eat!"
This is no longer something that can be explained clearly by a good appetite, it is completely a big rice bucket!
Liu Yanbo smiled, and said cheekily, "I'm still growing."
You've seen shameless people, but haven't you seen such shameless people
Young man, you are twenty-six or seventeen years old, not sixteen or seventeen. You have old arms and legs, and you have a hammer body.
But this guy didn't realize it, he looked like he was eighteen years old, and he drank seaweed egg drop soup leisurely, and greeted: "You are still growing up, you should eat more."
cluck~
Xiaorou said with a smile: "We have to keep our stomachs waiting, waiting for Big Brother Liu to treat us to a big meal at night."
"It's a must." Liu Yanbo said with a big voice, "I'll take you to Baiyiju to have a massage at night."
"No." Xiaorou shook her little head like a rattle, her big watery eyes rolled away, as if she was conveying some kind of signal. "We're going to eat steak."
"I still want to drink red wine." Xiaomei answered the words beautifully.
"I still have to go shopping." Xiaoying, who had the most cheerful personality, was not far behind, and encouraged Lin Xue who was on the side: "Xiaoxue, it's your turn, so hurry up and say something."
It seems that the relationship between Lin Xue and her roommates is really good, and he really helped Brother Liu who was about to kill her, smiling like a little fox, and there seemed to be a little bad taste in his tone: "I still have to go to the movies."
In the end, she met the eyes of the three roommates, and the four of them said almost in unison: "I still have to go to karaoke."
This one needs to be added one after the other, it has been discussed a long time ago, right
Liu Yanbo felt that he was in the mouth of a tiger.
Just when they were chatting vigorously, a gentle and pleasant voice sounded from behind: "What are you girls talking about? You are so happy."
"Mr. Han." Lin Xue and the others greeted each other.
Liu Yanbo didn't turn his head to look, he could already guess who was coming, this voice was probably the sound of nature that he could never forget.
No one noticed that at this moment, the man who could kill someone just by talking and laughing suddenly tightened his body, sitting upright like a well-behaved and obedient elementary school student, and his pair of eyes that were usually calm There is also a lot of tension and anxiety in the eyes, as well as more joy and expectation.
He lowered his head slightly, a blush already appeared on his face, he seemed to be shy, and he seemed to be checking himself to see if there was anything wrong with him.
In the tip of the nose, a fresh fragrance hits.
Han Shuilan sat across from Liu Yanbo, and after she was seated, Lin Xue took the initiative to introduce: "Mr. Han, this is my brother Liu Yanbo."
Liu Yanbo
The name seemed a little familiar, and Han Shuilan couldn't help but stay on his body from the left and right, and looked at him carefully.
If life is like an excerpt, how many twists and turns will there be, and how many unexpected reunions will there be
Han Shuilan remembered that in her already mottled memory, there was also a young man named Liu Yanbo. Thinking about it carefully, there were some overlaps in appearance with the man named Liu Yanbo in front of her, but there were also many Something different.
Time has really passed too long, and there are too many people with the same name and surname in the world, she is really not sure.
Liu Yanbo slowly let go of the chopsticks he was clenched tightly in his hand, raised his head slightly to meet the suspicious gaze, moved his lips, but didn't say a word—
I asked how to go back in time, the flowers of that season bloomed and withered, and the soft whispers floating in the wind;
What kind of identity should I use to redeem those grasses on the playground that fluffy fell into the collar, I am enjoying the afternoon sun by your side;
What kind of stories are peeled off from the Izu painting skin, is it the original beauty, or is it so far away
The woman in front of him had appeared in Liu Yanbo's memory countless times, and he remembered her every frown, smile, and every word.
Today, many years later, he looked at her quietly, and suddenly smiled. The smile spread from the corners of his mouth to the corners of his eyes. It was very shallow, but it was enough to make one feel happy.
No matter how ruthless the years are, no matter how many vicissitudes have been experienced, this smile is as innocent as before—
After many years, the boy is still there!
More than ten years have passed, Han Shuilan can't remember too much about that poor and backward town, but she still remembers this smile, the young man who once cried herself in anger.
She smiled, without the excitement of reuniting after a long absence, only a little tenderness, whispering softly: "Is it you?"
"It's me." The smile spread all over his face, and Liu Yanbo said the greeting that had been hidden in his heart for a long time. "Mr. Han, long time no see."
Han Shuilan suddenly lowered her head, and when she raised her head again, her smile was a bit more vaguely reminiscent, and there seemed to be some resentment in her voice, and she sighed softly: "Stinky boy, it's been a long time! "
Even a thousand words, even ten thousand words, can't compare with this haunting call.
brat—
After many years, Liu Yanbo, who was already twenty-six years old, had a sore nose.
But he didn't cry, this stubbornness didn't come from a man's self-esteem. It was from that season of that year, the young man who still insisted on waving and smiling when we parted, he wanted to insist on the bravery of a boy in front of her.
It doesn't matter whether you have complained to the sky or the earth, or you have killed people like hemp...
On the last day of that year, Liu Yanbo once tore his heart in two, expelling that half of childishness and innocence, leaving only this half of indifference and pain.
He thought he would never come back.
But now, when the title that remains deep in his memory rang in his ears again, Liu Yanbo seemed to see the boy who had fallen into the abyss come back with broken wings...
He walked towards himself slowly, said with a smile: Liu Yanbo, I'm back.