If the story is like this, there will be no story ...

The summer evening is a time of dying, and also a time for tourists to stroll. At dusk, the setting sun finally burned out, and a little sultry was taken away in a hurry, leaving a light breeze. The refreshingness was accompanied by a long shadow, pulling farther and farther.

Zhao Yunuo was like a wanderer, more like a soulless deadlock, carrying the sunset from the west of Qinghe Bridge and strolling. The slender dress dangled to the heel, accompanied by a slight smoke, and the back was more wonderful, flowing with the long hair.

Her eyes are a bit cumbersome, as if she is staring at the dim world and worrying about the discord at night. In fact, the night is very beautiful, but she is only worried because there is no Zhang Zizhen beside her, and her heart is full of that apparently insufficient A handsome man, he is not good, but very man, because she always looks like a weak woman in front of him.

She didn't dare to be arrogant, because she was afraid of him, she was afraid of his firm eyes, and he was even more afraid of his expression of contempt for her. Even if there is no world, she does not want to be without that proud man, he did conquer her, even though she is now full of grievances.

Qinghe Bridge is an ancient bridge in Luzhou. It has a long history, but it is not surprising. It has not experienced strong winds and heavy rains, but has experienced changes in the world. It is just an ancient bridge that has not collapsed for hundreds of years. It is just a slab that has carried countless passers-by. It has forgotten the smoke of the gunpowder and blood.

Zhao Yunuo walked on this bridge for many years. From a child who stumbled to a lotus flower in full bloom, she experienced countless years. After all, she could not understand the ancient bridge. How did it exist?

Several sparrows hurried past, as if seeing through the mind of Zhao Yunuo, yelling a few times, and then flew on the opposite big willow tree.

Zhao Yunuo seemed a little indifferent. The steps she took were so heavy. She didn't want to go away. When she walked past her home, she had to face all kinds of sorrows. For example, my dad is suspicious of my mom. My mom is thinking about how to bomb my dad out of the house. For example, Zhang Zihuan must be leaving a message to her saying: break up.

She loved him, even though he had broken her to pieces.

Atheism is the most state of Zhao Yunuo in a day. She has been thinking whether she should give up the relationship that should not have happened, and the more she thinks, the more she struggles, and the more reluctant.

Every day, many passers-by pass by the Qinghe Bridge. Everyone has a different mindset. They walk, but they leave it unconsciously to the Qinghe Bridge.

No one can understand Yi Xiangyuan's mind, and he will not be exposed to the outside world. He is afraid that the surrounding air will weather his thinking, just like the slab of Qinghe Bridge, no longer like a stone.

He walked very hurriedly. He had urgent matters. He had to rush to the woman as fast as possible, in front of the high-spirited female boss, because she only gave him fifteen minutes. Qinghe Bridge has no better means of transportation than walking.

When a breeze passed, several sparrows flew away in surprise, just?

Wu Shen met the hastily doomed collision, she was thinking about how to save Zhang Zizhen's heart, and he hurried to the opposite side of the bridge. Her eyes looked at the bridge deck, and her eyes looked at the bridge deck.

"Ah!" Zhao Yunuo and Yi Xiangyuan slammed into his arms.

Zhao Yunuo hurriedly retreated, explaining in panic: "Sorry, I didn't ..."

She hadn't finished talking yet and had seen his eyes.

Yi Xiangyuan was very anxious. He was even a little angry. How could anyone stop him from moving in such a hurry? Even a weak woman cannot.

However, she is Zhao Yunuo,

And he is Yi Xiangyuan.

"You are ..." Zhao Yunuo opened his mouth wide and could no longer close it.

The man in front of him was too familiar. His appearance was already deep in his mind. It had been four or five years. After years of peeling off the skin of the Qingheqiao stone, he could not peel off his familiar look.

"Zhao Yunuo? Really you?" Yi Xiangyuan shouted in astonishment. He was anxious, and he would not forget the little girl in front of her. In his eyes, she was really a little girl.

"Yi Xiangyuan?" She had just forgotten the words for less than a year, and mentioned it again. Until then, she realized that the name never disappeared, but was temporarily sealed by her.

The sunset is beautiful, like a flashing neon, which just happens to fall on Yi Xiangyuan's face. Everything was just right, he was so sunny, so youthful, so handsome.

Zhao Yunuo's face was not clear, but she couldn't hide her beauty. Even the worry-like anxiety disappeared at the moment of seeing Yi Xiangyuan. Instead, it was a woman's self-confidence, that confident companion With a slight blush, the light was a bit dim, maybe Yi Xiangyuan didn't see it.

The moment she saw him, she forgot the worry, and the moment he saw her, she also forgot to rush.

They stopped in the bridge, with the highest bulge and the widest view, they looked into the distance.

The Qinghe Bridge is not long, and the water in the Qinghe is not deep, but it is very clear. Standing at the bridgehead, be careful about the small fish that might see the river. They swim freely and freely.

She stood next to him, and his one-eight-eighth body was not much taller than her one-meter-three, but looked extremely powerful. The setting sun is so perfect, when viewed from a distance, it looks like a pair of affectionate lovers, standing on the bridge head, admiring the scenery, their back is so natural.

They don't have too much language, and they have each other's minds. She remembered the handsome boy. For three years in high school, she looked at his back and saw his face. She knew him better than herself, even though they were not even good friends. She has a crush on him, he is the male god in her heart.

He is also very familiar with her. His excellence is regarded as the leader of the dragon in the entire school, watching his girls line up, but he is very concerned about one look, that is Zhao Yunuo, her eyes are so hot, As if on a hot summer day, the light was dazzling, but all were cast on him. Whenever I feel that kind of gaze, I always feel like an ant under the magnifying glass in the scorching sun. No matter where I flee, I can't hide such a serious hot look.

They stood side by side like this, no one spoke, staring blankly at the scenery on the Qinghe Bridge.

The birds on the willow tree at the bridge stayed and flew away. The leaves on the water of the Qinghe River drifted away, as if time had passed a long time, and it seemed to stagnate at this moment. The breeze was light, and the skin was gentle, just like the skin that the two occasionally touched. It was not an electric shock, but an inexplicable closeness.

Just like Qinghe Bridge today, it is really beautiful and very close. For example, the sunset is oblique, the light is fascinated by pedestrians, the water is elegant, and the wind is soothing.

Looking from the bridge to the distant city, like a deep beauty, there is the sacred capital, an eternal castle, and a complex world.

They stood like this, not much to say, but they all mentioned the scenery of Qinghe Bridge.

"The setting sun in Qinghe is so beautiful." Zhao Yunuo said with a heartbeat in his throat, his voice was a bit astringent, and it sounded nervous.

"Yes, two years away, the bridge is still the same." Yi Xiangyuan said lightly, but his tone was obviously a little worried, and he was still worried about how the female boss would scold him, even if he was only in the summer vacation One of the temporary workers, the tricky female boss, must be as harsh and strict as the discipline of her army.

"You ... that ... I think today's scenery is beautiful." Yes, the scenery is like her mood at the moment, and it becomes full of vitality when she meets Yi Xiangyuan.

Atheism met anxious, destined to meet, also destined to separate. Yi Xiangyuan didn't say the third sentence, but the helplessness on his face made Zhao Yunuo smile with pain and let her go. Zhao Yunuo wanted to say something, but in the end did not say anything.

"Sorry, next time I talk, I really have something urgent." Yi Xiangyuan left in a hurry, leaving Qinghe Bridge with a beautiful back.

"Well, don't worry about leaving a phone call again?" Looking at Yi Xiangyuan disappearing into sight, Zhao Yunuo pursed his mouth, took his two hands off the guardrail of Qinghe Bridge, and a kind of hard to suppress appeared on his face. He smiled and said silently, "Smelly boy, he's getting handsome."

The same bridge, the same scenery, but the moment they collided, the bridge changed, the scenery changed, and Zhao Yunuo's mood changed.

The journey is not long, the skirts are flying, and the scenery is getting beautiful, such as the setting sun.

However, when Zhao Yunuo saw the message on the mobile phone QQ, her newly seen face suddenly became cold, her lips gritted, and she lowered her head slightly because she saw that she thought My own important name, three words coldly: I'm busy.

After all, the bridge was not long, and soon came to an end. Zhao Yunuo turned slightly and looked at the way.

Sure enough, there is no figure of Yi Xiangyuan. In his heart, is she really not in a hurry for the things at hand?

And in her heart?

"Yi Xiangyuan, I swear, I must marry you in this life!" This was Zhao Yunuo's vow engraved with a knife on the white wall of her small bedroom during her sophomore year. She still remembers that sacred realm Blocked by the wardrobe.

But time flies, maybe she has grown up. Three years later, she engraved a vow in her heart: "Zhang Zihuan, you must marry me!"

The sunset went down, the bridgehead glowed neon, and Zhao Yunuo turned his head. There is a road ahead and a road behind. If you want to go forward, why go back again?

Yi Xiangyuan is like a dream. It used to be, and now it is even more, they just rubbed their shoulders. Maybe they will never see each other after tonight, even though they didn't leave any stories tonight.

Back in reality, Zhao Yunuo stared ahead. There was a big willow with a thick waist. She remembered this tree ten years ago because when she chased a puppy, she bumped into a thick trunk. Although it was only as thick as the calf at that time. Ten years later, the tree is still so vibrant, although the willow leaves have begun to fall.

Willows are reserved, such as how unwilling and shy a couple is under the tree. Under the willow, they hug each other tightly. If it were not for the street lights gradually lighting up, Zhao Yunuo guessed that they Must kiss.

They do n't want to be separated, but they have to be separated after all, just like the lovers under the willow tree, they know that even if they hold each other for a long time, they will not be integrated into each other 's body. .

Zhao Yunuo walked in front of the two and rubbed shoulders with the couple. She could feel the sweet feelings of the two. She had experienced such sweetness countless times, so real, so beautiful, so bitter.

Bitterness was of course she smelled from herself.