Back to When I Was Eight Years Old

Lin Luzhi returned to when she was eight years old. Luzhi felt that as long as she could always be with her mother, everything else would no longer be her desire. Having said that, in junior high school, she met Qin Sang, who pretended to be difficult on the outside but was difficult on the inside, and even began to hear his inner voice. ---------- "The swallow grass is like blue silk, and the green branches of Qin mulberry are low." Li Bai's ancient poems were in the junior high school textbook. She read out the ancient poems and Qin Sang together with the sound of reading loudly. Between the lips and teeth, it feels like spring catkins passing by, making it tingling. "Lin Luzhi, the ancients said a hundred years ago that we are a good match." "If you don't deserve it, don't bother me. Thank you." Seeing the two people whispering to each other, the Chinese teacher suddenly fell silent and called Lin Luzhi: "Tell me, what kind of feelings does the author express in this passage you read?" "..." Lin Luzhi stood up. He had just been teased and didn't know how to answer, so he could only choose to remain silent. Qin Sang raised her hands with a smile, and without waiting for a reply, she stood up and said to herself: "Teacher, I know. It expresses the longing for her husband and her unwavering love." During the early morning classes, the rising sun in the sky was red, reflected in the cloudless sky. All the sunlight pouring down came through the clean glass windows of the classroom. Either by coincidence or God's preference, it was all given to the young man beside him. She heard his thoughts but didn't dare to respond. He stood in the light, passionate, unrestrained, and better than the scorching sun. And she just looked at him, as long as she lived, Qin Sang was too passionate and would burn her. ----①---- During the winter vacation before the college entrance examination and the Lunar New Year, Qin Sang and Lin Luzhi were both in Liancheng. Every house in the streets and alleys is filled with the flavor of the New Year, and the roads are filled with firecrackers and people's voices. The noisier environment makes this winter warmer. On New Year's Eve, it started to snow lightly, and it became heavier and heavier. "Where are you going to college?" Qin Sang stared at the soft top of Lin Luzhi's hair and heard the sound of firecrackers flying into the air. He kicked the stones on the ground and asked unnaturally. She stood on the stone threshold of her hometown, but she still looked up at him. The sound of her heartbeat circled in her ears. The noise around her seemed to have stopped at this moment. She only looked at the top of Qin Sang's hair, and the falling snow petals began to pile up. She could clearly hear every word that Qin Sang was struggling with in his heart, his fear, his worry, and his hesitation. "Qin Sang, don't waste your time on me. People like me just need to be alive." ----②---- "Brother Qin, what are you doing standing here?" "Let's go, let's go, Brother Qin, Master Qin, don't come out in the cold in the middle of the night." The snow was falling heavily, and almost every house turned off the lights. Only Qin Sang still stood at the door of Lin Luzhi's house, looking at the only remaining light in the corner of the second floor. Suddenly, the light was also closed. There was silence, even the brother who advised him to go back didn't dare to say a word, looking at Qin Sang's face. He suddenly laughed and touched his cold and red nose: "It's really cruel." ---------- The domestic cat comes back from the dead x the boy who chases after him (Swallow grass is like blue silk, Qin mulberry has low green branches - quoted from Li Bai's poem "Spring Thoughts" in the Tang Dynasty) Food guide: 1. Sweetness: three stars 2. This article SC HE 1V1 3. This story is purely fictitious and should not be brought into reality. 4. Copywriting last updated on 2024/11/05 (screenshot archived) Demining: scolding the text is casual, but it's not okay to scold Orange. Maybe you will like my next book. (Good advice will definitely be listened to!!! Thank you to all the little angels who read this article Every collection and comment is in my heart Purpose: Be the protagonist of your own life