"Actually, there's more than just duck blood fans. There's also a person."

When Chen Qingluo said this, her eyes became blurred, as if she was sitting in a bar and found a copy of "Kafka on the Shore" in the handbag of the girl with the dragon tattoo drinking Blue Phantom opposite her.

In the eyes of others, her temperament became more unpredictable and profound. Her black eyes were like a deep lake, and what she could see was the distant past.

People say that Chen Qingluo is naturally beautiful. Because of her appearance and talent, many people are still very concerned about her emotional life. Although there are no paparazzi checking her daily schedule to see if she has secret trysts with the opposite sex. But whenever Chen Qingluo

If any news that appears to be a romantic experience is exposed, it will immediately become the headlines in Xihe.

The people of Xihe pity this talented girl from Xihe so much that they will be jealous of the husband she chooses and worry about her delay in falling in love.

The host felt a mixture of horror and surprise. She didn't expect that a scripted interview would turn out like this. Could it be that Chen Qingluo finally figured out that she wanted to use today's occasion to reveal her relationship? She was cautiously looking forward to Chen Qingluo revealing more.

Nothing. The audience in the audience also had the same feelings as her.

Except Wang Zixu.

At this time, Wang Zixu's heart was filled with turbulent waves and strong winds, as if he was lost in a deep valley and the sky was filled with fog. He was trembling all over.

For a moment, he thought, could the person Chen Qingluo said make her unforgettable be me? But he only thought about this thought for a moment, because the answer couldn't be him.

As long as Chen Qingluo is willing, she has had 10,000 ways to contact Wang Zixu in the past 12 years. She has not left their class group, and private chats are not prohibited in the class group. If she wants to find him, she can just click on his avatar.

Do it; the email account he exchanged with her hasn't changed in ten years, and it's filled with all kinds of spam ads, but he still logs in regularly to check for new emails to prevent the email from being frozen.

If she wanted to find him, it would be effortless. He didn't contact her because he felt inferior, so what reason did she have for not coming to him?

He was not the person who Chen Qingluo could never forget. There was someone else who made her miss him deeply.

Wang Zixu had known that this day would come when Chen Qingluo would declare that she fell in love with someone, get married, have children, live somewhere, and live a wonderful life that Wang Zixu knew nothing about.

He had known this, but he still couldn't bear it when he heard the news. This subtle emotion is like Kobayashi Icha's haiku: I know that she has nothing to do with my life after all, but, yet...

Or maybe he remembered a poem by Heine that he had read in college. The full poem is as follows:

I wandered in a foreign country,

Waiting for the beloved girl,

Wait until I see her put on her wedding dress in the church.

Damn it, I’m not the groom!!

She is a delicate violet,

Shines brightly in my memory.

This frivolous girl! I didn’t get involved!

Damn, I really don’t regret it!!

... This poem was translated by Wang Xiaobo, and the title of the poem is "Elegy". But when Wang Zixu read it, he did not feel sad, but felt very happy, especially when Heine was so anxious that he cursed in the street.

It wasn't until today, 10 years later, that he thought of this poem again, and he felt the meaning of sadness. He realized how much despair was behind the scolding. He was even more sad than Heine - this frivolous girl, he couldn't understand it at all.

Not worthy of getting involved.

Wang Zixu's mood was in a mess. He felt that he was being hypocritical. After so many years, all the marriages that should have been married and the days that should have been lived had passed, what the hell are you still thinking about? He hated himself like this. Just now.

At this time, the man sitting next to him looked at him for a long time and suddenly said:

"Dude, have we met somewhere?"

Wang Zixu was startled, and turned to look at this person. This person had a Mediterranean hairstyle, and his hair was so sparse that it made people feel distressed, but he did look familiar. Wang Zixu recalled it for a while, but it was the person who remembered it first:

"Oh, I remembered, aren't you Xie Cong's classmate?"

Wang Zixu was stunned, and he remembered it - last time he and Lin Feng had skewers at the "Old Village Chief", and met Xie Cong by chance. At that time, there was a table full of famous directors and journalists, and this guy was also among them.

, As for what his last name is, Wang Zixu has completely forgotten.

He stretched out his hand with some embarrassment, and the man said, "Xie Cong is here too. How about I change seats with him and let you two chat."

Wang Zixu waved his hands quickly, saying that there was no need to be so polite. The man turned around and whispered: Xie Cong, Xie Cong!

At this moment, the host on the stage spoke. The man stopped talking and turned to look at the stage at the same time as Wang Zixu.

The host said: "Teacher Chen, who is the person you are talking about?"

Chen Qingluo was silent for a long time and did not answer her immediately. She seemed to be lost in thought.

Chen Qingluo entered the space of memory: she was not sitting under the brightest lights of the Xihe Literary Society, but standing under the shade of a tree next to the basketball court in high school; it was not just after dusk, it was the second quarter of the afternoon.

After class, the bell for the third period has not yet rang; the sun is high in the sky and is fierce, and when the wind blows, a heat wave rolls over.

Chen Qingluo has ink-like eyebrows and a red mouth. She is wearing a school uniform with short sleeves. Her two exposed arms are dazzlingly white. She is sitting on the flower bed with one leg crossed and her toes raised. In front of her, a short-haired man stands respectfully.

Girl, holding a bottle of mineral water in both hands.

The cicadas above the head were shouting tirelessly, and from time to time, the sound of basketball hitting the backboard and the cheers of the crowd could be heard in the distance. The air was soaked with the smell of earth.

"I heard that you plan to pass water to classmate Wang Zixu?"

The short-haired girl lowered her head: "This is not what I planned. Wasn't this decided at the class meeting? I will be responsible for his logistics for this game."

There was a burst of cheers from the classmates behind them. Chen Qingluo and the short-haired girl turned their heads and saw Wang Zixu clenching his fists and making a "come on" gesture while panting. Someone patted his back. It seemed that he had grabbed it just now.

The rebound was a layup.

Chen Qingluo turned around and continued her topic: "I didn't go to the class meeting, but I heard that you volunteered to ask for it?"

The girl with short hair was a little angry: "Who said that?"

"Anyway, someone said that." Chen Qingluo lowered her voice, "This is not good in high school."

The girl with short hair blushed: "What kind of thing is it?"

Chen Qingluo fiddled with her hair: "The teachers may have misunderstood. I will ask you to go to the office to have a chat someday. I won't be able to tell you at that time."

The girl with short hair said in a pleading tone: "Don't tell the teacher."

"I definitely won't tell the teacher. Look, besides collecting homework, where else have I talked to the teacher?"

"I really just handed him some water. I don't like him."

"Who said you like him?"

The short-haired girl handed the mineral water to Chen Qingluo: "Why don't you pass it to him?"

Chen Qingluo opened the water and drank it herself: "He is such a big man, he doesn't know how to drink water by himself? Why do you have to hand it to him?"

"Cheer up and boost morale. This was discussed by everyone at the class meeting, and you weren't there at the time."

After Chen Qingluo drank the water, she wiped her white chin with the back of her hand: "Then go and cheer for him. The main reason is that handing water to a boy is too ambiguous, and it is easy for people to talk behind his back. Everyone is cheering, so it doesn't matter."

"Aren't you going?"

"Too sunny."

The short-haired girl took two steps with her hands behind her back, then suddenly turned around and asked softly: "Are you interested in him?"

Chen Qingluo screwed on the bottle cap: "Who said that?"

"Why don't you care about other boys?"

Chen Qingluo said: "He is my deskmate."

"...Is that so?" The short-haired girl's eyes were meaningful.

Chen Qingluo rolled her eyes: "What else? Don't think too much. Go, go."

... During evening self-study, Wang Zixu was lying on the table, smelling of sweat. Chen Qingluo wrinkled the tip of her nose, sat down next to him, and used a book as a fan to fan him.

Wang Zixu turned around and said touchedly: "Thank you. How do you know I'm hot?"

"I don't know. I think you smell too much."

"Oh. Okay." Wang Zixu shook his clothes, and the smell became even greater.

Chen Qingluo fanned harder and asked casually: "Didn't you win? Why do you look so depressed?"

In fact, she could guess why. All the boys in the class had someone help pass them water during the game, but he didn't. He must have thought that he was being squeezed out. Winning was even more uncomfortable than losing.

But Wang Zixu didn't tell Chen Qingluo why. He was embarrassed to say it, so he just said: "I'm a little tired."

Chen Qingluo stopped her hand, rolled her black eyes, and her long eyelashes flickered twice: "How about..."

"how?"

"nothing."

She wanted to ask her to help him pass the water next time, but bringing it up suddenly now was a bit too stiff and seemed particularly impure.

Chen Qingluo coughed twice, turned around, and took out the book.

Even thinking about it, he would have to persuade some girl to give up giving him water during the next football match. It would be very troublesome.

…

Chen Qingluo didn't understand why she remembered this experience. In fact, every time she thought about this dark history, she would wrap herself in a quilt and ravage her pillow before going to bed at night.

The host reminded her again: "Teacher Chen?"

"Huh?" Chen Qingluo woke up from a dream.
To be continued...