[Comprehensive] Yes, this is a university

【The little rabbit is about to go to bed. It holds the big rabbit's long ears tightly, and wants the big rabbit to listen to it carefully.

"Guess how much I love you?" asked the little bunny.

"Oh! I can't guess it." Big Rabbit said with a smile.

"I love you so much." The little bunny opened his arms as far as they could go.

Big Rabbit has longer arms. He opened it up and said, "But, I love you so much."

The little rabbit moved his right ear and thought: Well, this is really a lot.

"I love you, it's as high as I lift it, it can't be higher." The little rabbit said, pushing up with both arms.

"I love you as high as I can lift, as high as I can lift," Big Rabbit said too.

Oh, thought Little Rabbit, that's too bad, and he's taller than me.

The little rabbit had another great idea. He stood upside down on the tree trunk and said, "I love you to my toes."

Big Rabbit grabbed Little Rabbit's hand, threw it up higher than its head, and said, "I love you to your toes."

Little Rabbit cried out, "I love you till I cross the path, far beyond the river."

Big Rabbit said, "I love you all the way across the river and beyond the mountains."

The little rabbit thought, that's really far away.It rubbed its red eyes, and began to feel sleepy, unable to think; it looked up at the big black night behind the bushes, and felt that there was nothing further than the sky.

The big rabbit gently hugged the yawning little rabbit.The little rabbit closed his eyes, and before falling asleep, he murmured, "I love you from here to the moon."

"Oh! so far," said Big Rabbit, "very, very far indeed."

The big rabbit gently put the little rabbit on the bed of leaves, bowed his head, kissed it, and wished it good night.

Then the big rabbit lay down next to the little rabbit, and said with a small smile, "I love you from here to the moon, and... around and back."]

Closing the picture book, I looked at the children surrounding me and sighed silently: "It's over, we agreed to read only one before nap?"

"Ah."

The junior high school boy who was lying far away on the hospital bed sneered, and instead of looking down, he leaned on the pillow arrogantly and flipped through the "Detective Sherlock Holmes" in his hand.

Ignoring the twittering of a group of little ones clamoring to listen to the story again, I rolled my eyes angrily: "Ji Bei, you look like your cousin sometimes."

The boy choked for no reason, waved his hands and finally said nothing, and lowered his head to read his book again as if resigned to his fate.It's just that he muttered something softly in his mouth, and his mouth shape probably said something like "You really... understand... just... get married..." or something.

No need to think about it, I knew it was definitely not a good thing to say. After Yan Yuese persuaded the children who were by my side to leave, I immediately sat down beside his bed with the picture book in my hand, and said with a fake smile: "I'm going to be discharged from the hospital today."

"yes."

"You have nothing to say?"

"Hmm..." He was finally willing to look up, and glanced briefly, "Is my brother here to pick you up?"

I met his eyes expressionlessly, and the two of them were silent for a few seconds at the same time, and then the little boy looked away, and said clearly: "Ah, it seems not."

For a while, no one in the room spoke.

After a while, he spoke again: "So, are you going home?"

"Maybe." I nodded.

"Okay, let's go."

When the boy gave the order to evict, he didn't even look up, and casually re-read the pages of the book, as if there was nothing more important than the detective book in his hand.

Glancing at his unturned page, I stood up and walked straight to the door of 1702 without further words. Just as my fingertips touched the doorknob, the cold touch was conveyed through my nerves——

"By the way, I asked you last time, Bailixi, except when you were young and ignorant, will you still say...?" The immature child's voice came from behind with a deliberate lisp.

Depress the doorknob and pull it open a crack.

"Yes." I turned around, with a rare smile that showed my teeth, and repeated, "of course, isn't it some emotionless killer?"

The door is closed.

Ji Bei let out a breath with drooping eyelids, and slowly relaxed his fingertips at the foot of the page. He shook his head: "It seems that there is still hope for anyone?"

The girl left only a sentence that seemed to be a rhetorical question, and ran away, so cunning.He obviously looked world-weary, if someone told him that she was going to commit suicide in the next second, he might believe it.

Asano Xuexiu should be asked to pay for his consulting fees.

Ji Bei rolled his eyes unhappily, and his demeanor was similar to that of a black-haired girl, and he looked unexpectedly harmonious and lacking in twitching.

She and Osamu Dazai will probably get along very well, and make an appointment to discuss life and death together.Thinking so, the junior high school boy shrugged irresponsibly, and flipped the pages of the book in his hand, revealing the handwriting on the last cover.

[Armed Detective Agency]

What kind of name is full of nature in the second class, and you still live in the gap between the world of day and the world of night. Do you think you are a young detective team?

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The order of discharge from the hospital was very simple, swipe the card, clean up, and SF express. The original hospitalization fee seemed to be paid by Zhang Yunmu in advance. I found an ATM and transferred the money decisively.

Then he started eating apples.

"Hey, Natsume! Long time no see."

The light-haired boy was carrying a small bag and holding a white carnation in his arms.Hearing the sound, he raised his head, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, a light golden streamer flashed spontaneously, and the overflowing sun refracted to the inner side of the retina, reflecting the swaying autumn scenery in front of him.

The moment he noticed me he started laughing, and his whole being fell into a tumbling situation, the grace and splendor of his life force eclipsing everything else.

I silently pulled down the half-eaten apple in my mouth, and I secretly threw it into the trash can, wiped my hands, and pretended nothing happened: "Are you ready? Now let's re-enact what we didn't finish before. travel!"

"It's better not to." The pleasant young voice came to the ear, with a laugh, "Then I have to be scared again?"

"...I'm sorry for my poor wording." Looking up at the boy's delicate face, I thought for a while and took the bouquet in his arms, "Since I'm the protagonist, then I won't trouble you with this."

He let go, and walked obediently at a distance of about [-] centimeters from me, not too close or far, just like Natsume Takashi, who always handles his interpersonal relationships well and keeps a proper distance from others.

This time was different from more than a month ago. The weather was fine, there was no wind, the sun was dazzling, and the shadows of the trees were mottled.The boy's profile reflects the sun's light spots in the afternoon, which reminds me of "Spring Snow", which is described as a crystal in the distance, the sound of the piano in the distance, and the folds of the mountains in the distance, full of the mysterious beauty created by the distance.He was silhouetted against the sky among the trees in the darkening day, as clearly defined as Mt. Fuji at dusk.

There are no single mothers holding their children in the Jiangkou Dam, and the slopes in front of the forest are no longer washed away by rainwater.I retracted my gaze and walked into the cemetery with an unremarkable expression.

"That's all for leading the way, thank you, Natsume, can you go back first?"

But the young man insisted on following: "You have just been discharged from the hospital, and you are still in such a remote place. What if something happens to you? I will blame myself, just like last time."

He meant something, I was stunned for a moment, and I also thought of a bad parting before, so I raised my eyes and looked at the serious boy for a moment.

"Okay." Finally reluctantly agreed.

Neatly arranged tombstones are located on the undulating terrain, and the empty road becomes narrower and narrower.It's funny to say, if people still have souls after death, still attached to these corpses, will they be like the army on the parade waiting for us to pass by?

It's a little creepy to think about it this way.

I suddenly felt like a spinning top. When I first started spinning, it was very difficult to stabilize the center of gravity. I was crooked. I thought that I should turn it first, so I just tilted the spinning top like this, spun it up quickly, and then gradually stood up, aimlessly Destination rotation.

Maybe when the spinning top gets tired, it will stop slowly by itself.

Stopping before the final destination, I squatted down and stared at the unfamiliar photo on the marble tombstone. The old man looked at the camera with his eyes wide open, which made people laugh.

"You will end up like this." Gently put the bouquet under the stele, ignoring the surprised expression of the young man beside him, and said to himself, "Look at the dust here, it's so rotten that only black is left." The flowers on the branches, and the fruit cakes that have been taken away by unknown people, maybe a tramp, maybe a mouse... Forget it, that woman Li Mingtao, you can't believe her mouth."

The sun is very big, it should be said that it is too flooded.

"You are a fool until you die. Everyone in that family is an egoist, um, maybe except my younger brother."

How stupid.

I now feel that this behavior of talking to myself is also very stupid.

He stopped talking, wiped the walls and cornerstones of the stele clean with a paper towel, pulled out a few weeds by the way, patted the ashes on his hands, stood up and left.

"I regret it now, I told you not to follow in, seeing such a rebellious scene will shorten your life." Frowning my facial features, I waved my hand in disgust.

Xia Mu's face was not clear against the light, the corners of his mouth were straight, but the aura around him was still gentle and gentle, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't open it.

"You're such a nice person, you can say what you want, and I won't hit people?"

Ask yourself, am I still a person who doesn't use violence to solve problems? ? ?

He actually completed a series of kneeling etiquette seriously, which is completely incomparable with my disrespectful behavior of bumping casually and messing around. He is a good boy with good manners.

The light-haired boy pursed his lips and looked down at me with a clear tone, very much like the red-eyed boy who would act like a baby: "No, I was just thinking... It would be great if I could get to know you earlier."

At that moment, his light-colored pupils were like the bubbles of a level under the sunlight. From tilting to balancing, from dazed to concentrating, his eyes were not lonely and desolate, but a pair of vulnerable eyes.At this moment, it overlaps with the bright red pupils in my impression.

I think I am dreaming, probably because the recent dreams are too flooded, the memory is flooded, and the memory is too deep, the dream overflows into the realm of reality, and finally causes the flood of dreams.

Should it be said that we actually met each other in high school?For example, "Wow, aren't you the transfer student who was pressed against the wall and beaten, and I saved you, remember?"

This is too cheap.

The phone in my pocket vibrated, interrupting my contemplation.Seeing that it was Zhang Yunmu, I saw that she first mentioned the money transfer in a few words, and then the topic suddenly changed——

[Baili, please help me write a love poem!Aren't you the best at it! 】

……Who told you that? !I don't know about it myself, okay?Rumors are not credible, stop at the wise!

[By the way, remember to have a little connotation. 】

I twitched the corner of my mouth, and sent a random message: 【The moon turns his cog-like dream.The biggest star gazes at me through your eyes.When I love you, the pines in the wind will sing your name with their silky leaves. 】

Zhang Yunmu: [...not very down-to-earth, if you just copied Neruda's poems, what use would I need you! 】

Damn this guy is asking so much.

Rubbing my temples impatiently, I made an apologetic gesture to Natsume, and continued to reply: [When the spoon scooped up the first mouthful of wheat whirlwind, the flesh in the middle of the watermelon entered, the pearl fruit fell into the milk tea and shook, and the strawberry pointed The mouth exploded, the chocolate melted in the cake layer, and the bubbles of cola rose from the bottle.Then get close to you and hear your heart beating like a drum. Compared with the above, it is easier to feel joy and sweetness]

Zhang Yunmu: [emmm... a bit earthy. 】

Gee.

[I said to him, sir, how lovely you are, but I was thinking in my heart, how much I love you. 】

Zhang Yunmu: [I told you not to quote other people's sentences directly]

Damn it, Zhang Yunmu, let her figure it out, speaking of writing love poems for Tezuka Kunimitsu, does it take such a literary art, just say I love you or something, simple and easy to understand.

With this in mind, I finally typed a few words: [Goodbye!Write your own love poems! 】

Ignoring the guy's crying and yelling and the shaking little penguin window, I pretended I didn't see anything, turned to look at Natsume, and said seriously: "If, I mean, if someone confessed to you like this, would you Are you moved?"

The boy tilted his head suspiciously, as if he wanted to ask.

"I love you, like Oscar Wilde's faithfully written letter, Mizuki Shinichi's temptation to worry about gains and losses, like Shelley's night chasing dawn, Tagore's full moon living in the sky, like spring bears and invisible things that walk instead of the sun. From here To the moon and back again, it is the dream caused by you, the thousands of rays of light burning in the eyes, the crabapple flowers at four o'clock in the morning, the first half of life counting down to the age of 38, and the Milky Way pouring out of my heart."

He saw that girl standing in the sun, the top of her black hair reflected thousands of soft flashes, her side face was blurred, and the way she recited poems was like flames displaying various colors on the plain at night in Gaozuo County , a bonfire like a feast of heroic death and destruction.

He heard that it contains at least metaphors from dozens of famous poetry anthologies such as "The Ancient Capital", "Norwegian Forest", "A Tale of Two Cities", "Paradise Lost", as if all the sentences that cannot be loved and are deeply in love are all in front of him , those or poignant or shocking love protagonists flashed one by one.Like all the good things in the world are held in both hands, dedicated to her own god.

He felt that he was standing in a transparent white cocoon, dealing with the sun face to face.Then a celestial body was suddenly captured in the individual's heart, and this shining golden sphere was caught by the insect net of his soul. The boy began to worry whether the net was too large, and it would slip away quietly.

"I'm quite confident in these few sentences, and they are original. Zhang Yunmu shouldn't be rambling anymore." The black-haired girl muttered, and when she looked up again, she saw her companion beside her in a daze, "... …Natsume?"

The light-haired boy blinked his eyes, and regained his focus in a daze. His pupils still had Mizusawa dilated slightly, and the roots of his ears were a little red.

"what do you think?"

"What?" He still hadn't reacted.

"The love poem just now was created by Baili Xi. Please call me a genius for writing poems."

"I feel very good."

He lowered his head and covered his red cheeks with sideburns. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the girl happily typing and sending a message, but suddenly changed his words: "No, I mean, this is a bit lengthy and has too many metaphors. It's complicated. , maybe...not suitable."

"That's it." I sighed in disappointment, and put the phone back in my pocket, "Okay then, forget it."

He resisted the urge to raise the corners of his mouth, turned his face secretly before he dared to exhale, and the corners of his eyes were filled with a smile that he didn't know.