[Comprehensive] Yes, this is a university

"what is love"

If the former Baili Xi answered this topic that seems to be biased towards youth pain literature today, I am afraid she would end with the sentence "You emerge from all things and fill my soul".

Ten years later, the little girl who was still in junior high school searched through Chinese and foreign classics, from Tagore, Keats to Neruda, from Gu Cheng, Allan Poe to Tanigawa Shuntaro, pieced together, figured out word by word, transcribed Copy it, just to read it to the boys you like.

Knife, red pupil, frivolous, laughing and deceitful.

Bai Lixi’s first close contact with something called love was the first person he remembered when he saw the poem [You are the last rose in my barren land] at the age of 15.

The poem is by Neruda.

The black-haired girl with a backpack tentatively took the hand of the boy beside her.At night, the smell of smoke from barbecue stalls is lingering, the street lights behind the camphor are flickering, moths are falling on the window sills, the alley is filled with fog, old-fashioned street signs are hanging on the branches, and there are rusty bicycles parked.

She quietly turned her head to see the smile on the black-haired youth's mouth, the dim yellow light hit the corner, and the shadow play was printed on the blue brick wall.

He also helped her hold the "Book of Songs" that he had just bought, and on the cover of the book was "Tonight and He Xi, see this beloved".Suddenly it began to rain lightly, and they passed children in raincoats, women in red boots, friends' flowery yards, with pansies piled up against the stones.Then the sky revealed a speck of morning light, which fell into his eyes, and the dark red pupils seemed to be lit with faint flames.

Sometimes he looked at her carelessly, and sometimes he was extremely focused. In the gray street, it was like staring at his most precious treasure.

His short hair is like a dark abyss, his frivolous eyebrows are like the slender tail feathers of a goshawk, and he always has an unpredictable smile.The rain stopped, dripping drops of water from the eaves splashed on the steps, and the sun was about to show his head. He turned his head, bent slightly and raised his hands to cover her eyes.

The girl closed her eyes obediently, and heard the young man's crisp, uplifting voice, as beautiful as a starry night, slowly drifting into the air: "Shewalksinbeauty, likethesun."

His fingers brushed the ends of her hair, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the rose-colored morning sun rising on the horizon, the light of the whole world was shattered in her eyes, and there were fine particles of dust like silver sand floating around her ears, and even the corners of her eyes were darkened. With a golden morning glow.

God said, let there be light, and there was light.

God saw that light was good, so he separated light from darkness.

God said, jump.

So there was a thump, a splash of blood, and a shock.

His slender fingers stroked her black hair gently and slowly, and the warm wind brushed her cheeks.She used to think that the night would never pass, and the day would never come, but when the other party's cool breath entered her nostrils, she was in her own world, watching the sun rise happily.

Then, it all ends before the next summer.

The young man's intense red eyes, as if staring at a lover, suddenly went out, and the smile like a breeze passing across the lake also disappeared suddenly. There were deep and shallow mist hidden in his eyes, and the mist that lingered all year round finally revealed his face, calm like glass no waves.

—“Goodbye, my little girl.”

His tone was flat, utterly sane, the hallmark of a human being who is not at all in love.

No nostalgia.

Her eyes were dim, and she watched his disappearing back from a distance, without saying anything more, she stepped onto the platform step by step, and suddenly realized that everything before was a lie.It's all acting.

Why did you decide to approach him in the first place?

Because he looks so lonely, like himself.When she saw him, it was like seeing another self, like a double portrait reflected in a mirror.

The world went away from her.

The night came again, and she thought of the boy who leaned against the alley and showed a calm expression when she first met him. He was wounded, folded his arms and raised his eyebrows, took her bread from a distance, took a bite and then frowned, a little Lovely disgust.

--don't want……

On the roof of the teaching building, he taught her to abandon the past, reject friendship, and truly grow.He looked at her and smiled, saying welcome to the world of adults.

--don't want……

Confession under the golden sun, the youth is like the voice of the sky, he said that she walked in the brilliance of beauty, like the sun.

——No...don't go!

She heard another self screaming sharply, begging that person to stay, but the bright self turned her face away, said with a faint smile that she had forgotten.

No one has ever told her about the conflict of walking after the signal light turns red, and no one has ever advised her about the retreat of catching the wrong lottery.

Later, she was sitting on the railing of the roof of the high school campus, her legs were dangling, and she was startled by the sudden appearance of the chairman of the discipline committee from behind, and she almost leaned forward and fell off the sixth floor.The boy with the same black hair has eyes deeper than the night, but instead of layers of mist, they are petals falling to the water surface, stained with blue streamer.

The chairman of the committee, who was always ready to hit people with crutches, raised the corners of his eyes sharply. He didn't smile, and looked cold and silent.

But it was this unsmiling young man who grabbed her hand and never let go.

"Chairman, I'm going to be late, so please don't hit me!"

"...Tsk."

Although a teenager who fits the profile of a school bully is still popular in school, he is basically afraid of him or submits to him. It is a miracle that someone like her likes to joke and make jokes.

She looked into his eyes, there was no red, no smile, no mist, but clear and bright.The petals on the tree fluttered down on the surface of the water, unable to sink, shining with a clear and bottomless light.

"Skylark, do you hate me?"

It was the first time she called his name seriously.

"Yeah." The boy also answered seriously.

But she laughed, laughing happily, out of breath: "That's really great, if you hate me, I can safely like you."

——It has nothing to do with Fengyue's liking.

When he was silent to her, he was eighteen or nineteen years old. When he picked up the T-shaped crutches, he seemed to be in his early 20s. When he looked at her with a cold face, his age was blurred, but when he smiled, he was self-willed and flamboyant. He was a boy as old as her.

"I was dumped by someone, so I think, a person's life must feel cheating and being cheated to be complete."

"..."

Faced with the young man's expression of "Are you stupid?", she felt happy instead. She gave the middle finger to the boy who was speechless and silent, and laughed with her hands on her hips: "But you don't even have such a chance, Chairman, because you must find someone Not a girlfriend hahahahahahaha."

The girl started jumping up and down on the huge campus, still chasing the disciplinary committee member who was about to hit someone, she smiled and turned her head: "Have you ever heard of Matsuo Basho's haiku, it's the one [The Frog Leaps into the Middle of the Water] , with a plop]?"

The boy didn't answer her, and with a blank face, he hit the flowerpot at her feet with his crutches, splashing mud everywhere.

"Wow, it's so dangerous. Chairman, why are you so violent? Can you cultivate your sentiments and read literature? I know Zhang Yunmu, she recently learned to write haiku, and wrote [Roadside drains are full of small fish and crayfish, handy Grab it with one hand] such a gold medal artistic conception quatrain..."

"Shut up herbivore, you talk too much." The young man finally spoke, his sentence was full of swishing cold wind, as sharp as an ice pick.

The black-haired girl jumped over a trash can nimbly, and said in passing: "Be sober! Don't become angry because you were poked at the pain point, or I will think you have been cuckolded before!"

"... courting death." There was a voice of gnashing teeth.

"It's like this. I always suspected that the dean was wearing a wig, so I observed him for a long time. Today, I caught his hair with a fishing rod during my lunch break, so I am currently being wanted by the whole school, but I think it is very OK."

The girl triumphantly announced her great achievements, and gave a thumbs up to the angry boy by the way.

"..." No wonder this man hid on the roof of the sixth floor and dared not go down.

"Okay, okay, I really have to go to class, I won't play with you anymore." The girl stopped suddenly, turned her head and shrugged and smiled at him.

He kicked her leg with weakened strength, but she still staggered and was about to fall to the concrete floor.The black-haired boy snorted, and then grabbed her by the collar to prevent the guy from hitting her head.

"It's stupid at first, and if you get hit again, you can go home and retire." He was still merciless.

His tone was flat, utterly sane, the hallmark of a human being who is not at all in love.

But that's right.

A boy with black hair and black eyes, he doesn't need to pretend to be concerned, because he is a fairly gentle person, whether it is with small animals or girls, he will be gentle.different from another person.

Orihara Rinya has a gentle and delicate appearance, but in fact he is a thousand miles away from others.

Hibari Kyouya has a cold and indifferent appearance, but is actually kind and gentle.

They are two completely different people.

"what is love"

Almost all of Baili Xi's relationships in the first half of her life have been tempered to a greater or lesser extent. She was born in a single-parent family, met Orihara Rinya, and parted ways with her friends...so at the age of 20, she can no longer answer this question.

Hibari Kyoya once saw a girl weeping alone, her eyelashes covered with drops of water, childishly squatting by the school pond to fish for goldfish and feed the turtles, and he saw that she returned here without 300 taels of silver, pretending to be nonchalant and changing the subject while laughing Tears slid down the side of the bridge of the nose and dripped on the ground.

The girl who had never cried since she grew up took "Spring Snow" and read the reply letter written by Kiyoaki Matsueda to Satoko Ayakura, and sat on the small square stool and looked eagerly at the chairman of the discipline committee, waiting for him to approve her leave.

"Chairman?"

"Ah."

"Why do you think Kiyoaki Matsue did this? He obviously likes Satoko, so why didn't he admit it?"

He smiled instead of anger, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Are you asking me, idiot?"

"That's right." The brunette girl has gotten used to being scolded a lot.

"Because he's a stupid herbivore."

"...I knew you would say that."

She puffed her cheeks, looked away, and sighed: "I really want to know what it will be like if the chairman likes someone in the future. Hibari Kyouya's all love sounds super cool."

"Don't think about it, it's impossible."

"That's all I said."

……

……

……

Memories erode the brain in an extremely familiar posture, rushing into the chest like a tide, traveling through ten years and countless spaces to come to me.

"There are still people robbing such a weak herbivore... Tsk, don't they know they already have an owner?"

The black-haired young man leaned against the wall at the entrance of the alley, and slightly lowered his head to look at the dazed girl. She was still the same as before, with long hair, clean eyes, a serious personality, and was evaluated by many people. The pure appearance of the face of first love.

She stared at him blankly, her animal-like ignorant eyes were full of confusion.

"Didn't you still say—" He deliberately paused, "Do you want to know what all of Hibari Kyoya's love is like?"

"...Huh?" The girl said in a daze.

He was amused by this reaction, couldn't hold back the corners of his lips, then lowered his head and spoke calmly, no longer the aggressive look of seventeen or eighteen years old: "You asked this yourself."

Miss Baili, who was suddenly lost in thought, didn't pay attention to the smile of the person in front of her at all. She was busy recalling whether she had said such a thing since the last meeting until now. The expression on her face was lively and lively, making people feel very cute at a glance kind of.

At this moment, this scene accidentally coincided with the little girl squatting on the ground crying many years ago again.The camera flickers, blurred figures produce double images, one big and one small raise their heads at the same time, their bright black eyes have slight ripples, like daisies in the morning with dew.

——Have you... stopped crying...

The black-haired young man seemed to have seen some amazing beauty, and he smiled to himself, his sharp eyes settled down slightly, and the sharp corners of his eyes also converged a lot, turning into peaceful ones, just like the one he made on the sixth floor back then. The decision to hold the girl's arm.

And never let go.

The author has something to say:

I have been driven crazy by the crazy addition of class schedules... There is not so much homework in the college entrance examination!So many classes!I have already made four or five PPTs in the first two weeks of school, who can resist this! ! ! PS class has homework in every class, I want to jump into the river QAQ if I do it well

So please forgive the slow update, the schedule is too full, and I want to go to bed every day after class......