Xinlan Hand-made Private Kitchen [pure Fresh Pleurotus Eryngii]——in Those Years, Pure Love (part 1)

Xinlan Hand-made Private Kitchen [Pure Fresh Pleurotus eryngii]——In those years, pure love (Part 1)

In those years, I fell in love with someone not because I had a house or a car, but because the sun was just right that afternoon, and you wore a white shirt and stood at the school gate and smiled at me in front of the sun...
In every girl's life, there is one unforgettable love. Time flows slowly, and the years leave the mark of vicissitudes on our faces. The troubled life, whether it is happy or unhappy, always inadvertently erodes those long-lasting memories. Many people and many things are already in the torrent of reality. There is no trace of being annihilated, except for a slightly thin figure, such a deep-rooted name. When dreaming back at midnight, when alone in a daze, he quietly jumped out, causing the heart to ripple...
Su sat opposite, drinking black tea elegantly, looking at the "Book of Songs" casually. The afternoon sun shines through the glass on her elegant face, so leisurely and so quiet, it makes me feel at ease. I like drinking tea and reading books with Su very much. This is a feeling that makes time stagnate, only the sound of the rustling of the pages of the book, like the low groan of time, tired, I raised my head and looked at Su Huxian's eyelashes, so soft, it made my mind begin to trance...
"Xinlan, let's chat with me." Su's voice pulled me back to reality, a pair of clear eyes were looking at me, without sorrow or joy, I smiled awkwardly: "I'm stunned, because of your eyelashes, Ha ha."
Su lowered his head and looked at the page again, as if he didn't see my embarrassment: "I recently browsed your blog. It's beautiful, but it makes me sad. Those misery and pain make me ponder all night..."
"Su, Buddha said, we are born to suffer. Our life is like a drama, the difference is that some people stage a comedy, some people stage a tragedy, some people stage a soap opera. Maybe, I There are more tragedies around than comedies."
"I heard that you have been asking friends to tell stories about their lives and record them in words. Do you want to write my story?" This sentence excites me, because in my eyes, Su She is a mysterious woman. Everyone has the characteristics of a chicken in his blood, and he is always full of curiosity about the unknown, holing his mind to understand and want to uncover those hazy veils. "Yes!" My little chicken nodded like a rice peck. I thought that if there was a mirror opposite me, my expressions and movements would be funny at that time, ha ha.
Su pulled out an exquisite bookmark from the book page, which was a handicraft kit, and handed it to me. When I opened it, I saw a piece of letterhead with deep creases, and the old yellow paper was covered with green love words. I think the sweetness in Su's heart is not diminished back then, but it adds a little bit of regret. The day of receiving the love letter may be concealed by the years, and the location may have long been vicissitudes of life, but the mood is still as fresh as ever. Those beautiful words were written to Su, but I felt like Su's handwriting. "That was when I was fifteen years old..." Su still lowered his head to read, his soft voice wagging and pondering, bringing my thinking into the pure years that belonged to him and her...
It was a simple age, without the glitz of today, everything is so simple. Living in the same compound, Su and the boy are childhood sweethearts. The boy Dasu is two years old, and they go to two adjacent schools. Every day after school, the boy always leaned on the Benyue bicycle and stood at the gate of Su school waiting for her. And Su always blushed and walked home quickly under the chuckles of his female companions. The boy hurried over. Su's footsteps were actually not fast, and soon the two moved forward side by side. The sunset is slanting, and a pair of long and narrow reflections are walking on the road of youth, so beautiful. The boy is tall and thin, not so handsome, but he always has a sunny smile on his face. A pair of white sneakers are always dirty, and paired with big blue school pants, they look funny. The boy is actually not good at talking, but he always blushes and tells Su jokes. Su still lowered his head and chuckled, but never responded to the boy's efforts. Su knew that this faint feeling was the most beautiful scenery in the boy's heart. Su had a wonderful feeling for the boy in his heart, a little bit ambiguous, and a little bit resistant. In the age when no one was ashamed to talk about love, facing a boy who was familiar with every tip of his hair, Su would not take the initiative to hold the boy's hand.
One day, the sky was covered with dark clouds, the mountains and rain were about to come and the wind was all over the building, and the weak little tree was swaying in the strong wind. Su suddenly felt very anxious. Su could not hear what the teacher said on the podium: he would come. ? Will you wait for me at the school gate as usual? It was finally over to school, and the heavy rain came as scheduled, and the dense rain curtain made the world blurred. Su slowly tidyed up the desk, and walked slowly towards the school gate step by step. A familiar figure came into view. It was him, holding a black umbrella, standing wet in the storm and smiling at Su. The female companions around him began to booze. Su was suddenly occupied by an inexplicable emotion. He pushed the boy's umbrella and rushed into the heavy rain under his schoolbag. The boy froze for a moment, threw the umbrella, and followed Su into the rain. The rain was heavy and the wind was cold... Running out of the classmate's sight, the boy quickly caught up with Su, took Su by the hand, and rushed to the nearest eaves. A cold wind hit, Su couldn't help trembling slightly. The boy took off his drenched school uniform, wrung out the water with all his strength, put it on Su's body, and gently wiped off the water droplets from Su Liuhai. The eaves were very narrow, and it was crowded when two people stood side by side. The boy resolutely walked out of the eaves and stood under the rain curtain to make Su appear more comfortable. Su's eye sockets were moist, and suddenly all the sights of the world disappeared, leaving him who was thin and thin, standing in the heavy rain and smiling stupidly at her. Su knew that his heart had been conquered by this heavy rain and stopped forever on this tall and thin body...
The cardamom years are in the beginning, and everything is so beautiful. Every day we go to school and after school, and watch the sun rise and sunset together every day. There is Su Zhenxin's smile on the back seat of the bicycle, and the sweaty handkerchief contains Su Chunzhen's love. The days are like water flowing by, quiet and sweet. No one said who loved whom, just caring for each other and caring for each other more, that hazy affection was as beautiful as glass...
Pure love, the upper part is finished. "