[Deyun Club] Capturing the soul

When the lights came on, Yang Jiulang, who was waiting at the airport, hung up the phone, glanced at the night outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and was a little dazed.

He had only been away from Beijing for a few days, and he had already started to miss Beijing, his home, and the person at home.

It has been more than ten years since we met her again.

Looking at the night sky outside the window, he couldn't help showing a smile, remembering that slim figure back then.

At that time, he was not called Yang Jiulang yet.

His name is Yang Haoxiang.

He remembered that day clearly, and he will never forget it.

September is the start of school season, and Beijing is still hot. Yang Haoxiang rode a bicycle, wandered to the Capital Museum, and wandered casually.

The dates for the start of the school season are very different. Yang Haoxiang’s university has already registered, and he is only waiting for classes. It is rare to have a weekend break. He simply went out for a stroll, planning to go to the Deyun Club to listen to cross talk in the evening.

Two years ago, he accidentally heard Guo Degang's cross talk, and he fell in love with Deyun Club. Beijingers may have an inexplicable love for cross talk, and he does too, but since listening to Guo Degang's cross talk, he only loves this one If you have nothing to do, go to the small theater of Deyun Society to buy tickets and listen to it, just to have fun, and to pass the time.

Yang Haoxiang glanced at his watch, it was afternoon, when the sun was at its highest, he was a little fat, and he was sweating so much, he simply got out of the car and pushed it, planning to find a shady place nearby for a rest, turned around the intersection, just happened to watch On the opposite side of the Conservatory of Music, new students were registering. Boys and girls were squeezing into the campus with their suitcases. He shrugged his shoulders and pushed the car slowly on the shady side to cool off his sweat.

As he was walking, he saw a slender figure standing on the side of the opposite road with sharp eyes. His face was somewhat familiar. Yang Haoxiang stopped and identified it carefully. He felt his heart beating wildly. He didn't care much. The intersection had changed. Red lights, get on your bike from the sidewalk

Passed through, and stopped beside the figure.

It was a young girl, wearing a white gauze dress, dragging a big pink suitcase, one of the wheels seemed to be broken, and she couldn't move at all. It was very difficult for her to walk with the huge suitcase. The passers-by looked anxious, and even if someone saw that she was in trouble, they would turn a blind eye to it, and they were all busy with their own affairs, ignoring her.

Others didn't care, but Yang Haoxiang did. He parked his bicycle, grabbed the pink suitcase, and picked it up.

The girl was startled, she looked up at him, her eyes were a little surprised, but also a little dazed, the two looked at each other for a long time, and finally Yang Haoxiang spoke first, "Lan Muqiu! Is it you?"

The girl was taken aback for a moment, as if she didn't expect to meet someone she knew, she nodded subconsciously, with a puzzled expression, "It's...you..."

"Hey, you don't know me? Are you two middle school classmates? I'm in the class next to yours," Yang Haoxiang said pretending to be relaxed, feeling a little lost in his heart, but he was not discouraged, and reminded him.

"Oh... middle school classmate..." Lan Muqiu looked at him for a long time, racked his brains for a long time, and just when Yang Haoxiang was about to say his name, he suddenly said, "Yang Haoxiang! Is his name Yang Haoxiang?!"

"...you...remember me?" Yang Haoxiang was a little surprised, his eyes widened, and he looked at her in disbelief, secretly delighted in his heart, couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and smiled, and nodded quickly, "Yes, it's me , Yang Haoxiang."

Lan Muqiu was quite surprised, she looked at him with a smile, and her eyes fell on his bicycle, "What a coincidence, are you here...to go shopping?"

"Hey, isn't there nothing else to do after the report is over, just strolling casually, just happened to meet, your suitcase is broken, isn't it, why don't I help you carry it, when can you carry it to school by yourself?" Yang Haoxiang looked at her suitcase and made an enthusiastic suggestion. He couldn't help but put his bicycle in the public carport by the side of the road, and then turned to her, "Are you studying here?"

It's natural for someone to help, Lan Muqiu didn't refuse, it's rare to meet a middle school classmate, it's too late to be happy, and said generously, "I'm studying here, since I meet you, I'll trouble you, I'll treat you to dinner later."

"Success, I can't wish for it!" Yang Haoxiang agreed, picked up her suitcase and followed her to the music academy, "I remember you were able to sing, dance, and play musical instruments when you were in middle school, and you can enter the music academy as well." It makes sense, it’s really powerful.”

Lan Muqiu was a little embarrassed, looked at him with a smile, and shook his head, "It's nothing, it's just this hobby, by the way, which university are you from?"

When mentioning his school, Yang Haoxiang blushed a little, coughed and reported the name of the school, "Hey, it's just an ordinary university, how can it be better than your music school?"

"That's not bad, this school is also pretty good," Lan Muqiu said sincerely, thanking him very much, "It's lucky that I met you, otherwise I really don't know what to do, the wheel of the suitcase suddenly broke It's..."

"Fate, otherwise why did I meet by such a coincidence?" Her suitcase is quite heavy, but fortunately she has the strength to carry it. Although Yang Haoxiang is tired, he is also happy, looking at Lan Muqiu's smile I just feel that the dazzling hot sun is instantly pleasing to the eye.

He still remembered that when he was in middle school, Lan Muqiu was in the class next door. The little girl was very beautiful, with fair skin, long black hair, oval face, big eyes, demure and delicate, and she could be seen at a glance when standing in a crowd of people. It also left a deep impression on Yang Haoxiang.

But what really made him remember the name Lan Muqiu was at a New Year's party organized by the school.

At that time, on a whim, Yang Haoxiang was encouraged by his classmates. He made up a cross talk joke with a good friend. He was lucky enough to be selected by the school and put it on the New Year's party. He saw a classical dance skirt in the background. Lan Muqiu was a little surprised, but at that time, in order to perform her own show, she didn't think much about it, so she went on stage to talk about cross talk.

His performance with his classmates was quite popular. It is rare to have a language-related funny program. The response from all the students in the school was very good. After the performance, he went back to his class to sit and watch the program. Within a few minutes, it was Lan Muqiu's dance on stage.

The group of light green dancers, like clear water and green hills, are agile and beautiful on the stage. Accompanied by a nice old-fashioned song, it is elegant and tactful, like a handful of fine wine, which instantly makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

Young people are ignorant, Yang Haoxiang suddenly understands what is love at first sight and what is called spring heart.

From then on, he would deliberately look at the window of the class next door. Lan Muqiu was sitting right by the window. Yang Haoxiang remembered that position privately. Whether it was class or class, whenever he passed by her classroom, he would always be intentional. Inadvertently took a glance at her to see what she was doing.

Inadvertently, every frown and smile of this beautiful girl was engraved in my mind.

Even in physical education class, Yang Haoxiang could accurately find the window of Lan Muqiu's class on the playground, and he could even accurately see her sitting beside the bed. Because of this, he was once hit by a football from his teammates Head, was ridiculed by classmates.

He likes this girl, but he also knows that he is not good enough for her. After three years in middle school, he secretly fell in love with her secretly, and it was a bit embarrassing to even say a word.

At that time, I was timid and didn't think too much. After graduating from middle school and going to high school, Yang Haoxiang regretted a little. Why didn't he take the initiative at that time, or muster up the courage to leave a contact information, at least we can still see each other often, even if we are ordinary friends also good.

But it was useless to regret, gradually, Yang Haoxiang hid the girl in his heart, occasionally thinking about it sadly, but he didn't expect to see each other again.

But it was such a coincidence that when he gradually wanted to forget about Lan Muqiu, she unexpectedly appeared in front of him in such a grandiose manner.

Yang Haoxiang felt that this was the fate of heaven, and if he didn't take advantage of the opportunity presented to him, he would be too cowardly.

Holding back his energy, he chatted and laughed with Lan Muqiu, sent her the suitcase to the dormitory upstairs, found her dormitory, opened the door, and there was already a girl standing inside, Yang Haoxiang was a little embarrassed, so he put the suitcase in, Then he backed out and wiped his sweat.

Seeing him so tired, Lan Muqiu felt very sorry, put the suitcase away first, and then left the dormitory, "I'm sorry to trouble you, how about this, please leave me your mobile phone number, I will treat you to dinner later."

Seeing that she took out the latest mobile phone, Yang Haoxiang touched the mobile phone in his pocket a little gratefully, it was specially given by his uncle to celebrate his admission to university, so he quickly took it out, "Okay, how about we add a phone □□My friend, I think you should be very busy today, why don't you change it to another day."

Since she has just entered the dormitory at school, she has to tidy up, put her luggage and make the bed. How can Yang Haoxiang delay her? The more you can get in touch, the better.

"That's fine, I'm sorry, I really troubled you today," Lan Muqiu thought about it for the same reason, she couldn't just leave the suitcase in the dormitory and go out to dinner with him, so she smiled apologetically, and said He exchanged his cell phone number and his number, "Then wait until next weekend, I will definitely treat you to something to eat."

"Success, then I'll remember it first," Yang Haoxiang was very happy to see her swearing, and hurriedly agreed, then looked at the strange girl in the dormitory with some embarrassment, grinned, turned and left.

After he left, Lan Muqiu didn't think much about it, and went back to the dormitory to pack up his things. Looking at his roommate in the same dormitory, he was a little embarrassed, and said hello, "Hello, my name is Lan Muqiu, and I'm a native of Beijing."

"Hello, my name is Yu Qi, and I'm from Suzhou," Yu Qi said with a sweet voice, and with long black hair, he smiled gently at her, thoughtfully, and after thinking about it, he asked curiously, "That was your boyfriend just now? "

Lan Muqiu was stunned for a moment, knowing that she had misunderstood, she quickly shook her head and explained, "No, it's my middle school classmate who happened to meet and helped me carry my luggage."

"I see." Yu Qi was a little embarrassed, and nodded apologetically, "I was thinking too much, don't take offense."

"It's nothing, we all live in the same dormitory, let's get along well in the future," Lan Muqiu didn't care, chatted with her, and started to make the bed and pack the luggage.

On the other hand, Yang Haoxiang, who left the Conservatory of Music, felt that he was very lucky. He danced happily and rode his bicycle regardless of the heat. Lan Muqiu's gentle and pleasant figure, he knew that from today onwards, he would have a new encounter with her.

The first week of the university term passed quickly, Yang Haoxiang hoped that Lan Muqiu would be able to call him every day, but unfortunately, she still did not contact him by the end of the week, he sighed in disappointment, and rode his bicycle to the alley, feeling Very depressed.

He lost his mind, came back to his mind while riding the bike, almost bumped into someone, stopped the bike quickly, and apologized to him, "I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't see clearly..."

Yang Haoxiang kept bowing his head to apologize, without looking at him, but he heard the other party say, "Yang Haoxiang, I can meet you here too."

He was taken aback for a moment, and when he looked up, it turned out to be Lan Muqiu who was thinking about it. He couldn't help being a little surprised, opened his mouth wide, and said after a while, "Why is it you?"

"Why can't it be me?" Lan Muqiu couldn't help laughing, and apologized embarrassedly, "I wanted to ask you out this weekend, but unfortunately I have something to do, by the way, I left a message for you, you Didn't you see it?"

"Ah?" Yang Haoxiang was stunned, and remembered the matter of xx. He was busy with the start of school these days, and he didn't go to xx at all. I forgot about this, I’m sorry, but luckily it happened.”

Lan Muqiu tilted her head and smiled, she didn't mind, "I'm fine, I'm just afraid that you might think I'm lying to you."

"No, no, no, how can that be?" Yang Haoxiang was a little embarrassed. He felt that he was being lied to just now, but now he reported it to the world, and quickly said good things, "By the way, why are you here today..."

"I'm going home," Lan Muqiu said as a matter of course, but he was puzzled that he would appear here, "Today is the weekend, you are going home too?"

"That's right, I'm coming to my grandpa's house today," Yang Haoxiang felt that the two of them had no fate, who would have thought that Lan Muqiu's house was so close to his grandpa's house! "I remember you didn't live here before."

"...How do you know where I lived before?" Lan Muqiu looked at him in surprise and asked curiously.

Yang Haoxiang wished he could bite his tongue, why did he talk so fast, and said this, how embarrassing it is! "Then what... just... I saw you taking the bus by accident, I can guess..."

"Really? Then your guess is quite accurate," Lan Muqiu smiled without saying anything, and walked side by side with him.

Yang Haoxiang couldn't wish for it, so he stopped riding a bicycle, and simply pushed and chatted with her while walking.

How could he not grasp such a rare fate?

Recalling the first meeting, Yang Jiulang couldn't help showing a smile.

He glanced at the big screen at the airport and saw that it was not yet boarding time, so he walked towards the seat in the waiting room, saw Zhang Yunlei dozing off on the chair, sighed, and sat down.

Compared with his own wife, the partner in front of him is even more worried.

Yang Jiulang felt that he probably owed his partner in his previous life, so he could only helplessly pat him on the shoulder and let him rest on his shoulder for a while.

Looking at the night outside, Yang Jiulang can only look forward to taking off early and returning to Beijing as soon as possible.

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