Xu Yishi is deeply affectionate

Chapter 1 The Familiar Feeling

Chapter 1 Familiar feeling
"Little brother, why are you alone? Are you lost?"

A six-year-old girl's baby voice was heard, her immature face was slightly raised, and she squinted her eyes looking up at the little boy who was one fist taller than her and asked.

He was so good-looking that the little girl couldn't help staring at him.There seems to be a special allure.

The little boy looked a little thin, with a slightly elongated face, black and narrow eyes under the handsome sword eyebrows, his eyelashes were also very long, the erect nose bridge began to grow, and the red thin lips were lightly pursed into a line.

"Isn't the road under your feet? How can you get lost? It's just that this road is not the one that leads back to my house."

The nine-year-old boy looked around calmly. This is a lush green field. In the warm spring season, the sun is warm, the willows are soft, and the stream is gurgling...

"Oh, then why don't you take the one that goes home?"

The little girl looked innocent, she didn't know that he was lost in this wild road alone.

"Do you have a phone at home?"

The little boy glanced at her lightly, but did not answer her directly.When asking people, the attitude is still a bit cold, a bit cool.

"No."

The little girl flicked her braids and shook her head sincerely, then pointed forward with her chubby little fingers.

"The canteen at the head of the village, there is a phone there."

The boy glanced at the direction she was pointing at, and at the end of the path, he vaguely saw a house shaded by green willows.

It is estimated that there is a small village there.

"Then you take me to..."

The little boy moved his deep eyes, bowed his head and said to the little girl.

"Okay, little brother, come with me."

The little girl stretched out her chubby little hand and pulled the little boy's brother forward.

"Little brother, what's your name?"

The little girl took his hand and walked hop by hop, like a happy bird, turning her head to look at this good-looking little brother from time to time.

"..."

He threw out three words.She couldn't tell which ones it was.

"Can you write it down?"

The little girl handed her little hand in front of him, smiling brightly like peach blossoms in March, her face full of anticipation.

The boy frowned, thought for a while, held her hand, and wrote stroke by stroke in her palm.

Then she giggled and wrote him her name again.

"We exchanged names with each other, and we will be good friends from now on! Don't forget each other for the rest of your life!"

The little girl happily pulled him and walked forward.No one thought that a casual childlike remark when they were young turned out to be their lifelong promise!

After making a call, a very beautiful car appeared at the head of the village within a few minutes.

It turned out that the little brother's parents came to pick him up.The car started slowly, and the little boy stretched out his head to look back at the little girl and shouted loudly: "Little sister, I will definitely come back to find you in the future..."

"Little brother, little brother..."

The little girl kept running after the car, but the car got farther and farther away, and the little brother's face became more and more blurred...

little brother...

"We cherish and feel the present time, and we can shout without any scruples. Maybe the plot in the fairy tale is a lie told by adults, but it can let me sleep until dawn..."

The bell of tfboys suddenly rang, interrupting everything just now.

Zheng Yinong was awakened suddenly, touched his forehead, dripping with sweat, it turned out to be a dream again!

it's wired!I've been having the same dream recently, but I can't see clearly what kind of person is in the dream...

Did this dream really happen?Or unreal?

Zheng Yinong was full of doubts, she brushed her head vigorously, trying to wake up.She swiped open her phone, it was almost eight o'clock, she immediately got up and washed up to prepare for today's exchange meeting.

……

At the exchange meeting.There were no seats left.

"Boom one one one one"

A loud noise cut through the entire lecture theater!

At this time, the professor just announced the end of the session!Zheng Yinong became the focus of the audience, very embarrassing!
Zheng Yinong's best friend Wang Xiaoxiao was tripped and staggered, all the books in her hand fell off, and she leaned forward, hitting Zheng Yinong and leaning to the outside at the same time!

Zheng Yinong's flowing black and beautiful hair poured out like a waterfall.The delicate face with melon seeds is set off by the hair, which has a special attraction.

It's too late to say it!

Zheng Yinong was supported by a quick-eyed boy wearing a peaked cap, a white coat, and long legs wrapped in blue jeans.

The action at that time was just like the scene where the hero saves the beauty in a martial arts movie.

Zheng Yinong was leaning in his strong arms, looking up with brimming eyes, just in time to meet the man's gaze through the myopia concave lens, deep, beautiful and mysterious.

However, most of his face was covered by a gray mask, and only his gaze was remembered in his impression.

Before Zheng Yinong could say anything in the future, he had already helped her into the crowd.

"Are you okay?" Wang Xiaoxin was anxious.

"It's okay."

Zheng Yinong's eyes chased him in the crowd.

"Oh—whose mother is—" Wang Xiaoxiao sighed! "Scared this Palace."

"There was almost a floor connection!"

Zheng Yinong smiled, everything just now had returned to calm.

"Go back to the dormitory tonight and treat yourself well." Wang Xiaoxiao tidied up his books.

A quarter of an hour later... in the dormitory...

"Shan Ruoshui, you have an invitation message for a group. It's our school's literature group. Would you like to help me click to agree?"

The dorm friend Xiao Xiao is sitting in Zheng Yinong's seat, watching the series that they are watching together in the dormitory.

"Okay, okay." Zheng Yinong just came out of the toilet.

Shanruoshui is Zheng Yinong's online name, which is taken from Lao Tzu's "Tao Te Ching" "The best is like water".Mainly mixed in the poetry couplet group of Zhejiang QQ University.

After entering the school's literature group, Zheng Yinong saw several pieces of information before he could react.

"Oh, there's a newcomer. Welcome newcomer."

The information comes from Rufeng's literary friends.So friendly and welcoming.Zheng Yinong clicked on his profile to check, and it turned out to be Zheng Rufeng, the troublemaker from the same department.

Then came the dynamic pictures of welcoming the newcomers, such as salutes, coffee, roses, and watermelons pouring over.

It's really shocking, adding a group is so funny.

"Beautiful photo of the newcomer! Explosive measurements!"

"It's Rufeng's message again. Oh, why is this person so mischievous. Don't torture me, just argue with me?" Zheng Yinong muttered inwardly.

She has always disliked photoshoots.

"Yes, explosive photos, explosive measurements."

"Yes, explosive photos, explosive measurements."

"Yes, explosive photos, explosive measurements."

……

Well, it's really heart-warming.

Obviously they were playing with Zheng Yinong.Because no one else has joined at this time.All cameras are on her.

Zheng Yinong pretended.Looking at the lewd expressions falling down from the screen, he remained calm.

"Friends, good evening, newcomers, please put on your masks when you enter the group. You are really super invincible and enthusiastic. The little girl is ignorant, but I have only heard that there are three-dimensional ones. Shenma is the 'measurements'. Could it be the current 'neck', 'wall', 'scarf'?"

"Just pretend, there's no need to discuss it, hurry up." Rufeng still didn't intend to let Zheng Yinong go.

"Are there any group rules? This is a literature group. Is there anyone who asks for photos and measurements? I don't agree, you bully newcomers."

"Okay, don't embarrass her, the newcomer exploded three works."

The text comes from a man named Chasing the Wind.In fact, he is a man of the same family.He is the legendary talented person who was mistaken for the Chinese department.Whether or not, he was impressive anyway.And that naughty Wang Rufeng.Chasing Feng's real name is Xiao Ce, he is handsome, suave, and elegant in poetry and prose.The mischievous Wang Rufeng is Zheng Rufeng, and Xiao Ce is a good friend with a weight relationship.

"Xiao Xiao, this literary group is really wonderful, it has all kinds of characters. Look at it. But the atmosphere is very lively." Zheng Yinong couldn't help sharing the scene just now with Wang Xiaoxiao.

"Yo, really. A group of romantic people. You may meet them on campus." Xiao Xiao leaned over to watch the conversation on the screen.

This was an episode when Zheng Yinong joined the school literature group three weeks ago.

During this period of time, Zheng Yinong also met a man with the online name "Jiangnan Yu".

"If life is just like the first time you saw it, what is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan. Waiting for leisure to change the old man's heart, but the old man's heart is changeable..."

On the photo wall of Jiangnan Yu's space, there is a classical painting of folding fans written with Nalan Xingde's "Mulan Song".Jiang Nanyu is a friend that Zheng Yinong just met in the literature group at school, and he has a brilliant literary talent.Literary friends who met because of a love of writing.

She hadn't said a word to him, though, about anything other than discussing literature.

Speaking of Jiang Nanyu, he is really a very mysterious figure.

In the literature group, he never speaks.Existence is just a symbol.He is there quietly, and he will post articles at a certain time every day.It seems that posting articles is the only way for him to gain a sense of presence in this group.

It's been three weeks, but Zheng Yinong is well aware of the special time period when he posted the article.Because she is an active member of this literary group.From morning to night, almost every moment, every day of the week, non-stop with my friends.She knows exactly when almost all active elements go online and offline.

Therefore, Zheng Yinong also noticed his submarine.

Because when he came in for the first time, Zheng Yinong was being surrounded by them.He suddenly posted a work and a picture.The picture at that time was so beautiful, under the willow branch was a graceful and handsome man, standing there quietly, nodding his head slightly, looking at the rippling lake surface, thoughtful.There are small boats in the lake, mandarin ducks playing in the water, and swallows skimming the lake.

It was really impossible to continue pouring water, Zheng Yinong was completely attracted by him.Not only her, but the irrigation friends in the group also stopped instantly.It is conceivable that if it was a live event, we would definitely be completely silent in no time.It's so quiet that you can even hear a needle drop.

What he sent was a fisherman's pride.The upper line is as follows:
"The sky is getting dark in Yancun Village in the north of the city. Willows dance in front of the wind on the bank of Wuwu. The lonely boat drifts on the road. I can't bear to see, there are a few trees in the setting sun on the green hills."

Seeing this, Zheng Yinong was immediately attracted.With his ingenuity and ingenuity in the plain words, the artistic conception is instantly revealed.Poetic and picturesque, all came to her mind.

Looking at Xia Que again, it made Zheng Yinong fall in love at first sight.Zheng Yinong thinks that everyone should have the same resonance as her.

"However, there is no textual research on the date of return. I used to talk frequently in my dreams. I waited for the spring buds to make up jade households. Worrying a few times, who will miss the return date of the swallows."

It turns out that there are still such good words.Is this the modern version of Nalan Xingde?
When Zheng Yinong was still savoring carefully, he didn't notice that he had left.

After the discussion paused for 2 minutes, everyone came back to their senses as he left.

"Okay, it's really well filled out." A literary friend broke the silence.

"Yes. I really feel good." Another literary friend said.

"Wow, I like it so much. You're really a talented young man." A beautiful woman became a nympho.

Uh, in fact, Zheng Yinong is also a nympho, in his heart.I didn't dare to show it at the time.

"You can fill out such a level at such a young age, and your attainments are pretty good. Is it from our Chinese department?" Someone couldn't help asking.

"Such a beautiful picture, I have read 'outside the mountains, the green hills and the buildings outside the buildings, the warm wind makes the tourists drunk', so it is worthy of such a good artistic conception. I didn't expect that this word can also bring out another charm."

……

……

Everyone was talking about it, but Zheng Yinong didn't want to get involved.

Jiang Nanyu, the name fell into Zheng Yinong's heart inadvertently.Gently, softly, imperceptibly...

Today, three weeks later, Zheng Yinong came to the literature group as usual.

……

"Okay, okay, where did we talk just now?" Zheng Yinong was in a particularly good mood.

"Just now we talked about chasing the wind's love poem." Rufeng said. "Zhuifeng, this love poem of yours is so obvious, is it for Shan Ruoshui?"

Rufeng booed, and the friends began to tease Zheng Yinong again.

"Chasing the wind, confess! Confess!"

"Good girl, please make friends!"

"Sister paper, promise him! Promise him!"

"Promise him!"

……

Zheng Yinong took a look, and it really was a modern poem in the style of Fengqiuhuang. "It's really speechless. You are boring." She didn't know how to control the chaotic situation again.

"I was touched." Rufeng still didn't let Zheng Yinong go.

"Accept him if you're touched, good love. Hahaha..." Zheng Yinong typed the above lines.

"But this is a love poem written by Zhuifeng for you. How can I win someone's love?"

"Why didn't Zhuifeng speak up? Clarify quickly." Under the group attack, Zheng Yinong became a little anxious.

"Good, ask for friendship!" Zhuifeng said.But it is such a sentence.It really knocked Zheng Yinong down.

"Good, please communicate!"

"Good, please communicate!"

"Good, please communicate!"

……

The screen was swiped in an instant.Everyone is copying his words.

"Promise him!"

"Promise him!"

"Promise him!"

……

Uh, Zheng Yinong was really drunk, completely messed up in the wind.

"Stop playing, it's not fun at all. I just like to make fun of me." Zheng Yinong couldn't laugh or cry. "Zhuifeng, you are joking like this too. I won't play with you anymore. Hmph..."

"Shan, I'm not joking. I'm serious. Please make friends." Zhuifeng said.

"Zhuifeng, today is not April Fool's Day, I thought you were joking. I'm busy, so I'm leaving."

There is a saying in Sun Tzu's Art of War, 36 tactics, and the best strategy is to move.Zheng Yinong really didn't know how to deal with it, so he had to run away quickly.

After quitting the group chat, I didn't get clean.Zhuifeng continued to ask Zheng Yinong for his answer.

He privately sent a message to Zheng Yinong, saying: "Yinong, don't you really not know what I want? It's been so long, haven't you let him go? Just ignore my feelings for you for an emotional sustenance that doesn't exist Is it? His love is gone, he is not worthy of your love again. I know, he is your first love. It is very difficult for you to forget completely, I don’t care about these. First love just occupies the first place in your life It’s just a relationship position, it’s not what you entrust in your life.”

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