Xu Yao nodded curiously, and the little boy handed her a piece of paper with two lines of poetry written on it: The white clothes are still the same as yesterday, do you know how many strings of rock sugar there are? Below the poem was a sketch of two little people fighting on the sand, and a little boy with three hairs pressed the girl with pigtails under him. Although there was no facial contour, it was vivid and clear at a glance.
Xu Yao cried out, and instantly fell back into the first meeting that she had recalled countless times in her dreams. It was the first time they met, and they bet on ten ice creams to decide the outcome. In the end, Xu Yao lost, and shamefully denied the bet.
Do you know how many strings of rock sugar it is
"Stingy guy, I actually still remember this. It's just ten of them. I'll find a chance to return them to you!" Xu Yao muttered, but the sudden surprise overwhelmed everything, because this was a secret between the two of them, and no one else knew it except them.
So there is only one answer, Wen Liang is back!
Xu Yao grabbed the little boy and asked, "Where is he?"
“Follow me!”
Xu Yao ran away, and the three people in the car were puzzled. Ning Xiaoning leaned out and shouted, "Hurry up and get in the car. Hey, where are you going..."
"You guys go first, no need to wait for me, I'll take a taxi there later!"
… …
The little boy led Xu Yao through several deep alleys, and when they came out, they arrived at a narrow street paved with bluestone slabs. On both sides of the street were Lechang Michelia trees that were not tall but lush and leafy. It was the flowering season in April, and the pink stamens were in bud and blooming, filling the air with intoxicating fragrance. It was sunset, and the most gentle ray of sunlight quietly brushed over the treetops, casting on the mottled bluestone slabs, leaving a series of footprints that seemed to have been walked by ancient people. Xu Yao had never been here before, which was nothing strange. Qingzhou has many alleys, and they are connected in all directions. If you don't walk through them yourself, even the locals can hardly tell where each alley leads to.
So she never knew that there was such a beautiful place not far from No. 1 Middle School!
When she recovered from her initial daze, she found that the little boy was no longer by her side. When she didn't know what to do, the crisp sound of horse hooves came to her ears from the other end of the street.
Xu Yao turned around and looked, but she almost couldn't believe her eyes. A carriage pulled by two majestic white horses seemed to have walked into the real world from a myth. The antique black nanmu body, the exquisite and elegant carved beams and painted rafters, and the velvet cloth decoration with gold dots, accompanied by the bells hanging on both sides of the windows ringing in the wind, all made this moment look like a dream.
The carriage stopped in front of Xu Yao, and the driver placed a low stool in front of him, and then made a polite gesture of invitation. Xu Yao hesitated, but finally stepped into the carriage. If the paper the little boy showed her was indeed written by Wen Liang, and if there were no secrets known by a third party, she would have suspected that it was a trick played by one of her father's political enemies, preparing for kidnapping or some other conspiracy.
But... if this were kidnapping, I'm afraid every girl would be willing to do it, right
Entering the carriage, the first thing she saw was not the gorgeous carpet and comfortable seats, but a piece of paper of the same size. Xu Yao picked it up and saw two lines of poetry and a picture:
Who knows the true meaning here, and never let down the young people's hearts.
In the painting, everyone is sitting on the ground, but there is one man and two women standing. Some of the people sitting on the ground are quiet, some are laughing wildly, but without exception, they all cast their eyes on the standing man. The man's figurine is the same as the one on the first paper, with three short hairs. One of the women has a small braid, while the other has long hair draped over her shoulders.
The most important thing is that the little boy’s finger was pointing at the little girl with long hair!
Xu Yao suddenly covered her mouth, and her eyes began to moisten. This was the school's outing, a group of people were playing a killing game by the Baiou Lake, and when it came to this round, only Wen Liang, Xu Yao and Ji Su were left, and it was up to Wen Liang to decide who would survive in the end.
It was only due to unexpected factors that Wen Liang did not make a choice, but to this day, he still gave Xu Yao a clear answer.
The Killing Game may seem like a game of lying, but what it actually tells us is that we need to trust each other.
You trust me, so I will naturally give you the same trust!
"drive!"
The horse galloped, but crushed the Michelia flowers that had fallen from the branches at some point. Xu Yao tightly gathered the papers in her hand, crouched on the window sill, and watched the scenery on the roadside flash by quickly. The street that was as quiet as a fairyland just now suddenly became flying, with the whistling wind, swaying branches, flying petals, and the fragrance that came to her nose, all galloping into a dream that she never wanted to wake up from.
After leaving this breathtakingly beautiful street, they soon bumped into other pedestrians. From time to time, someone pointed at the carriage, so Xu Yao hid in the carriage and refused to show her head again. Fortunately, it was late at night, and the carriage mostly went through remote alleys, so there was no major problem along the way, and it was safely out of the city.
After about half an hour, the carriage stopped again. Xu Yao opened the curtain and jumped down, and found herself at the foot of a mountain in the suburbs. The mountain was called Queshan. It was not too high, nor too steep. Because it was close to the city, it was a must-go place for many citizens to do morning exercises. In particular, there was a large natural open space at the top of the mountain, which was a good place to enjoy the moon and have a picnic. Once summer came, it was often crowded with people at night, and it was very lively.
However, in late April, the weather was slightly cool after nightfall, and generally no one would come, so the whole mountain was shrouded in the night, looking mysterious and solemn. Although Xu Yao was brave, she was also a girl, and looking at the dark mountain in front of her, she couldn't help but feel a little scared. The driver pointed to the top of the mountain, smiled at Xu Yao, handed her the third piece of paper for this trip, and then drove the carriage around and left.
The words on the paper were a little messy, not as steady as the first two. Even though Xu Yao didn't understand words, she could tell that Wen Liang's mood was not calm when he wrote these two lines of poetry:
I sigh that there are no heartless people in this world. It’s not that they are heartless, but they are heartless!
These three ruthless people are hard to understand at first glance, but after looking at the following picture, you will understand immediately. The picture shows a tall man kicking, while Sanmao blocks it with his arms, and the pigtailed girl next to him opens her hands, trying to separate the two people in a hurry. This is naturally the breakup between Wen Liang and Xu Ting in Xiangji Kitchen, and it is also the obstacle that Xu Yao has never been able to let go of. The pain hidden under her smile all started from this, but she doesn't know when it will end.
Wen Liang has always hoped to protect Xu Yao and let her grow up happily and healthily, but he himself is the source of her deepest pain. This is why it is said that the ruthless people in this world are not really ruthless, but by accident, they eventually become ruthless.
There was deep apology and self-blame hidden in these two lines of poetry. Xu Yao slowly stroked them with trembling fingers, and finally couldn't help but shed tears.
Although both of them chose to avoid it after that incident, the fact is the fact, and it does not disappear just because you deliberately forget it. One is her most admired brother, and the other is her favorite lover, but they are incompatible and fight each other. Is it really destined to be like this, not ruthless but ruthless
Xu Yao stood silently for a long time, and walked up the mountain anxiously. As soon as he took a step, he was frightened by a ghost picture that suddenly appeared in front of him.
A medium-sized Yaksha pattern appeared at the bottom of the first step, and next to it were two lines of large characters: When you walk alone on the road, there are many demons and ghosts. Do you dare to step into the underworld with only one foot
Fortunately, she was not an ordinary girl. After a closer look, she found that the patterns and words were made up of specially made fluorescent sticks. The sun had just set completely in the west, hiding the last bit of glow, which also made this prank come to light.
Maybe it had already appeared, but I was in a daze just now and didn't notice it.
"Bah, what am I afraid of!"
Xu Yao completely put aside her sadness and was inspired by this prank. Perhaps this was Wen Liang's original intention. She stepped viciously on the Yaksha ghost, and the mountain became brighter. Along the mountain road to the top of the mountain, both sides were covered with long strings of small colored lights. From a distance, it seemed as if Queshan was covered with a colorful neon!
At this time, the setting sun was gone, the bright moon was rising, and the bright moonlight set off the colorful lights in the mountains, making the usually monotonous mountain road full of imagination. Xu Yao walked slowly, climbed the steps, listened to the mountain breeze blowing through the grass, watched the bright moon overflowing the distant mountains, and finally reached the top of the mountain step by step.
Eighteen large candles about one meter in height were lit around the top of the mountain, covered with air-proof hoods. Two lounge chairs were placed in the empty space between the candles, and next to the lounge chairs was a tablecloth spread out. The tablecloth was filled with all kinds of delicious food, including fruit platters, Western meals, meat and vegetable cold dishes, and steaming soup. What's even more wonderful is that a bottle of Lafite and two high-heeled glasses lay there quietly, waiting for the right person to taste them.
Xu Yao stared at all this in a daze, her mind was blank. Wen Liang sat up from the recliner, waved at her, and said with a smile: "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Come over here quickly. I have some thick clothes ready. Put them on first to prevent you from catching a cold."
As soon as Wen Liang opened his mouth, the romantic atmosphere on the top of the mountain disappeared without a trace. Xu Yao jumped over and said, "Well, little brat, you made me worry all the way, but you are lying here comfortably and freely..."
"Hey, stop hitting me, don't hit me in the face... It seems that the Yaksha just now wasn't scary enough. Next time, find a stronger one and see if you still have the strength to fight me..."
"Next time? Do you dare to have a next time?"
After some playing, the two finally sat down side by side. Not far in front of them was a steep cliff, below the cliff was the surging Green River, the bright moon was close at hand, and the heavenly palace was within reach. At this moment, there were only the beating hearts of the two people in this world, and even the occasional chirping of insects seemed unwilling to disturb the silence here, and they all kept their mouths shut.
Wen Liang looked at the watch, and the hands pointed to nine-thirty—the time when Xu Yao was born. He took the girl's hand and walked to the edge of the cliff, pointed with his hand, and said, "Look!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With a few loud bangs, countless fireworks rose into the sky from the foot of the mountain, and then bloomed brilliantly in mid-air, illuminating the entire night sky in the reflection.
Wen Liang stared into Xu Yao's eyes and said softly, "Xu Yao, happy birthday!"
Xu Yao's eyes were filled with tears, she could no longer suppress her excitement, she closed her eyes slightly and slowly raised her head.
"Wenliang, I love you!"
Love is more than just liking, right
Wen Liang was silent for a moment, then he held up the girl's flawless face with both hands, and as if on a pilgrimage, he gently kissed her lips! (To be continued)