The hustle and bustle of the day is coming to an end.
No matter how wonderful the festival performance is, it will eventually pass, and no matter how lively the party is, it will eventually end.
The festive lights give the Qing Dynasty buildings on this street a new lease of life, but after the lights go out, they will return to their dull old age, with oldness and mottledness still being the true nature of this place.
Those faces that are smiling like flowers, heart-pounding or heart-wrenching under the lights will disappear without a trace in the busy streets of the city the next day.
All the happiness and sadness seem to have never appeared.
On this night, there was the joy of the 57 Degrees band showing off their skills, and the songs were sung, and the heat will surely last for a long time in the future. However, for Cheng Ran's classmate and friend in the same compound, the used greeting card that Yang Xia gave Cheng Ran seemed like a sudden event, with a sigh of regret.
This time, Yu Xiao went all the way home with Cheng Ran. For the first time ever, he didn't say much and didn't test Cheng Ran's mood, because even he himself felt the same loneliness as Xue.
Liu Ying and Yao Beibei accompanied Yang Xia back to the compound. Before they went back to their respective homes, Yao Beibei said, "There are not so many notebooks. Sometimes it is impossible for everyone to have one... I also ask others to buy greeting cards for me, or borrow a few to use. I believe that when you asked someone to borrow it, they gave you the one they had written on. You didn't do it on purpose!"
Liu Ying said, "I think Cheng Ran knows about this. After all, who would really give someone a greeting card written by someone else... This is just a misunderstanding, just explain it clearly. Don't take Xie Feibai's words to heart, that person just wants to create chaos in the world..."
Yang Xia's eyes and nose were red all the way home with them.
In the final analysis, this was all a misunderstanding. Although Yang Xia's gift to Cheng Ran was not as elaborate as theirs, it was impossible for the greeting card to have been written by someone else, and even she probably didn't know about it...
But think about it from another perspective. If the greeting card was borrowed by Yang Xia in advance, then she didn't notice it was used the whole time, which means she was... careless.
So even though the two of them thought Yang Xia wouldn't do this for a moment... they couldn't find a better reason to explain it all.
"Yeah." Yang Xia finally nodded to them and returned to her own apartment building.
Yang Xia opened the door and went home. Before her parents could ask, "Did the performance go well...", she went straight into her room. Yang Xia's mother came to the window and saw Yang Xia lying on her quilt, perhaps crying. She didn't ask more questions. Some school matters usually needed her to solve them by herself. If they intervened, it might backfire.
However, Yang's mother had already started preparing fruits and filled a basin with hot water, intending to have Yang Xia come over to remove her makeup later.
Just as they finished preparing all this, the door of the room opened, and the sound of a door opening came from the front door. Then Yang Xia said to her father, "I'm going to go out and look for Liu Ying." The door closed again, leaving the two of them staring at each other in bewilderment.
When Cheng Ran was chatting with Xu Lan and Cheng Feiyang at a family gathering, someone suddenly knocked on the door.
The force is very rapid, like someone beating a drum, as if afraid that it will weaken or run out of steam, so they have to make a final effort.
Cheng Ran opened the door and was stunned for a moment. Standing outside the door was Yang Xia, who had just returned. He was still wearing that down jacket, with tears in his eyes, but he said without question, "Go to the rooftop! I'll wait for you up there!"
After saying that, Yang Xia turned around and went upstairs, leaving Cheng Ran standing at the door. Just now, seeing Yang Xia's posture, he thought she came to the door to fight. At this time, Cheng Ran turned around and saw Xu Lan and Cheng Feiyang in the living room, two spectators with their eyes wide open, not knowing what was going on.
Cheng Feiyang coughed and said, "This Yang Xia has always been a very good girl... Don't bully her..."
Xu Lan said, "Go quickly, the wind on the rooftop is strong, don't keep people waiting..."
What are your expressions
Cheng Ran thought about it, turned around and said, "Then I should go there?"
The two people over there nodded rapidly.
…
At that time, the highest unit building in the community was seven stories high, and above the seventh floor was the roof, with an iron door. When Cheng Ran came up, the iron door was already open.
Walking out of the iron gate and stepping onto the mossy rooftop, Yang Xia stood against the backdrop of city lights under the bright night light.
Down jacket, jeans.
The figure is desolate.
Seeing Cheng Ran appear, she turned her head and faced away from him. Her ponytail was draped over her hat, rustling in the wind.
A voice rang out, "Cheng Ran, do you believe... the used greeting card I gave you?"
“Just for this matter…” Cheng Ran said.
"Ah..." Yang Xia turned his head.
"Our door was almost broken down. I opened the door and saw your aggressive look. For a moment, I thought you were going to say to me, 'Rooftop, one-on-one.'"
Yang Xia stomped her feet, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Are you serious at all?" She whispered again, "Am I really... so barbaric? What did your parents say?"
"It's windy on the rooftop, so I told you not to keep you waiting too long."
Yang Xia said "Oh", and then said, "Ask you!"
"I believe it." Cheng Ran nodded.
Yang Xia's face turned red, "Ah? What do you mean by believe? "
"Everyone has been careless at some point in their life. I told you, it's okay, it's just a greeting card," said Cheng Ran.
Yang Xia was about to go crazy and shook her head, "That's not the case! I did write you a notebook... it's just that, it's just that at the last minute, I couldn't find it... so I had to borrow one temporarily."
Cheng Ran thought about it and suddenly realized, "Oh... So when you said you didn't take anything, you actually went to borrow a card."
"So," Cheng Ran scratched his head, "Xie Feibai was too harsh at the time. How about I ask him to apologize to you?"
"Ah, this... It doesn't matter..." Yang Xia waved her hand, and she seemed to have made up her mind. She stared at Cheng Ran, "Do you want to see the notebook I gave you?"
Do you want to see the notebook I gave you
Yang Xia was covered in bright light, standing on the roof here.
Cheng Ran was a little dazed, as if he had returned to a distant memory. He and Yu Xiao and others drank here for the first time, smoked for the first time, made barbecues and set off firecrackers. As a good girl, Yang Xia, the representative of other children in the compound, often hid far behind them, either with her hands on her hips pointing and accusing them, or followed them from a distance, covering her ears and widening her eyes when setting off firecrackers and fireworks, jumping for joy. At that time, nine out of ten boys in the compound had imagined being alone with her on the rooftop, wondering if there would be the kind of heart-wrenching scene that only appears in TV dramas.
As a result, Yang Xia was always too smart and never fell for it. Whenever a boy showed signs of doing so, she would nip them in the bud. Or she would simply not go out without a female companion, leaving the boys at a loss.
Once, it seemed that the boys in the compound did this. It seemed that it was Zhang Xin, who was the leader among the boys in the compound at that time and thought he was tall, rich and handsome. He tricked Yang Xia onto the rooftop, and then everyone dispersed, locked the iron gate, and locked the two of them on the rooftop.
As a result, Yang Xia kicked the door open, clapped his hands and left, leaving Zhang Xin sifting chaff on the rooftop, shaking like a wooden chicken.
The time these little friends spent together is like a tide, always coming upon you at some unexpected moment.
Cheng Ran said, "Okay."
Yang Xia took his hand out of his pocket and spread it out.
Cheng Ran stepped forward and took the notebook with a red and white cover in a very British style. It was indeed a very tasteful choice. From Cheng Ran's point of view, it was still quite good-looking.
Yang Xia had turned his head and sat down on the raised edge of the rooftop, not looking at Cheng Ran.
Then Cheng Ran saw the words on the title page.
Everyone insists on something, which others think is a waste of time, but is very important to this person. Maybe what this person is waiting for is just a... return
In this sentence, the subject is a person waiting for a return.
Who is this person? Is it him or her
If it was her, then Cheng Ran would understand why she didn't dare to hand the notebook to him.
"Cheng Ran."
Yang Xia looked down at the moss on the ground and whispered, "If the art performance at my junior high school graduation happened again... I wouldn't do that."
The words were spoken quietly, but they conveyed enough meaning.
Cheng Ran thought about it and smiled... This girl, after all, is too kind.
"So you've been feeling bad about this, afraid of hurting my self-esteem? Actually, it's okay, I know, we're so familiar with each other, you couldn't do it. You blamed me at the time... But actually, I was also tricked, it's a long story... Anyway, I confessed to you for no reason and humiliated myself, this kind of thing is also one of the experiences in life, it's quite interesting... Don't hold a grudge against me anymore!"
Cheng Ran pointed at himself and said, "I have a strong heart and thick skin. It was my own fault, so I don't take it to heart."
Yang Xia was stunned... What does "we know each other so well, I can't do it" mean... This is really, obviously a different meaning.
You must have misunderstood.
She opened her mouth, the words "Actually, I wanted to say, I will promise you." were on the tip of her throat.
Cheng Ran looked down at his notebook and said, "But this paragraph is so well written... Look back, look back..." He looked at the city in front of him and said softly, "I wish there would be no time to look back..."
Yang Xia didn't say this after all. Her eyes lit up and she said softly, "I wish there would be no time to turn back... What's the next sentence?"
"What's the next sentence? Oh, that's right," Cheng Ran said, "It's... I wish I could grow old with you."
"I wish there would be no time to turn back, and I wish I could grow old with my good friend."
Yang Xia chewed murmuredly.
The man and the woman were standing on the rooftop bathed in bright sunlight, one standing and the other sitting cross-legged.
It seems to have softened the years.
Yes, there is still such a long time.
The woman raised her head, and what she wanted to say was finally transformed into these two lines of poetry.