Fengxia_jiuchang

Wen Qingyou's world is white, like a piece of rice paper soaked in water and then dried, with all the colors fading into light gray. Until that afternoon, an unexpected collision occurred. The scattered pages of the book reach my ears. The clear and gentle voice was like the sound of early winter snow falling on warm palms, instantly smoothing away all the frizz in the air. Their fingers simultaneously touched the edge of the last book. Wen Qingyou raised his head. His breathing stagnated slightly. Three seconds were taken away from time. The background, sounds, and her originally steady heartbeat were all blurred at this moment. Only the person in front of me and the picture that automatically appeared in my mind were left. In the end, Wen Qingyou just smiled slightly and handed the book over. The fingertips brushed against the other person's fingertips, leaving a fleeting cool touch. I don't want to think about it, but I forget that the body is far more honest than the consciousness. Su Qingci did not expect that a passing collision would cause a crack in her belief in the "truth" that she had believed in for many years. When the pages of the book were spread out, the first thing she smelled was a very light floral fragrance, not sweet and greasy, as clear as gardenias after the rain. What I saw was a kind of gorgeous, gentle and extreme beauty, like the most delicate halo of light in the evening, faintly smearing in the field of vision. The beat in my heart clearly missed a beat. The polite yet distant smile on the corner of the other person's lips was like a gentle warm breeze, inadvertently blowing through her unguarded heart. She took the book almost hastily and hurried away. After taking a few steps, the once eloquent judgment about my friend Bai An jumped back into my mind without warning: "What is love at first sight? It's obviously love at first sight." But now, as she stood under the bright sunshine of early autumn, her fingertips still retained the vague warmth that the other party had when he handed the book to her, and she realized clearly for the first time: Being attracted by sex is the clamor of desire to possess something. And love at first sight is when my heart quietly rebels for you in silence. She looked back and saw that the figure as elegant as rice paper was no longer in the library where people were coming and going. Only her heartbeat was still stubbornly repeating the unknown prologue of that brief encounter. She suppressed her heartbeat. The first time you meet is love, and the time you spend together brings love. The two or three years of separation were like being separated by a thick fog. Dusk fell slowly, wrapping the two people embracing in a gentle halo. After their worlds were separated for more than nine hundred days and nights, they finally heard the sound of each other's heartbeats overlapping again. Concept: The first meeting is love, and the time spent together brings love.