He Xuchunqiu

On the third day of the military training, the instructors arranged for He He to go to the hall to avoid the sun and rest after the assembly.

The same stairway, the same temperature, the same mobile phone ban, the same boredom.Who didn't see Xu Ran appear after sitting for a long time, guessing that he was specially approved to rest in the dormitory because of his foot injury.

"I overslept, I'm late." Xu Ran appeared at the stairs with one pair of rubber shoes and one pair of slippers, breathing with the sound of panting after running.

He Xu looked at Xu Ran's still bruised ankle with his chin on his shoulders, and pursed his lips: "Actually, you don't need to use it. Running is not good for your feet."

Xu Ran chuckled, passed his fingers through the short hair, and unconsciously grasped the roots of the hair: "It's not that the instructor didn't approve it! You can not participate in the training temporarily, but the assembly is still coming."

Who didn't talk to him anymore, looked down at the stairs of the corridor, and poured his energy into counting the hard patterns made of cement.

Xu Ran sat down with difficulty leaning against the wall with one leg bent. The plaster on the wall left a palm-wide white mark on his training uniform.

He Xuren subconsciously moved a few times to the side to widen the distance between the two, but Xu Ran insisted on straightening out his sprained leg to narrow the distance inch by inch.

Xu Ran stopped teasing him when he was forced into a corner.

"It's too boring not to bring a mobile phone. How about it? I brought two books. I heard they were written by famous masters. Let me come and cultivate my sentiment." Xu Ran deliberately spoke, and then took out two books from his clothes solemnly. This collection of poems.

Who squinted at the place where Xu Ran just took out the book, wondering if this place could take out more things like Tinker Bell's artifact pocket, but that piece quickly collapsed, leaving nothing with him The outerwear couldn't be more different.

"Wow, this paragraph is so well written, you really deserve to be a writer." Xu Ran hurriedly glanced at a page, then selected a page of text and began to read it as if no one else was there, "I love you for no reason, although you can. There are reasons, like you're smart, you're pure, you're cute, you're a good person, etc., but the main reason is probably that you fit my tastes perfectly. So you still know I'm selfish, so don't be grateful to me."

Xu Ran is very serious when he reads poems, his eyes are bright and sincere, no one can't help but look at his side face.

"Does it look good?" Xu Ran stopped suddenly, catching someone's eyes that he couldn't look back in the future.

"Ah? Looks good..." He Xu seemed to have been caught for doing something bad, and Xu Ran was delighted to see his frightened appearance.

"I also think it looks good. This poem is really well written." Xu Ran raised the book in his hand.

How could anyone see the name of the book cover - "Zhu Shenghao's Love Letter".

"You're not poetry, are you?" He Xu reminded.

"Isn't it? It seems to be...but it's very well written. I think it's poetry, even better than poetry." Xu Ran glanced at the title of the book, and the last sentence was said by someone.

"..." He Xu swallowed his saliva, lowered his head and exposed the red behind his ears.

"Listen again, I found that his writing is very good, and many sentences are very emotional." Xu Ran turned a few more pages, "I found you, it's like I found my true self. Without you , even if I love a hundred people, or a hundred people love me, my soul will still wander forever. You are unique (unique). I will always be so happy with you."

"Every day you let others see you, but I can't see you. There is no reason at all." Xu Ran remembered the days when he was studying alone in Italy, and wondered how anyone had been in the past two years.

"Only you seem to be completely different from everyone else. Maybe you don't know that I am much more lively when I am with you than when I am with others. I am isolated from the world, and only you can arouse feelings in me. "When did you find out who you fell in love with?Xu Ran didn't know either, it seemed like it was love at first sight.

"Maybe when you looked at the moon, I was thinking of you." Mid-Autumn Festival is not celebrated in Italy, but Xu Ran would go to Chinatown to buy a mooncake on the [-]th of every month. I don't know if anyone ate mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival in those two years.

"We are all superfluous people in the world, but at least we are the most important people in the world to each other." Xu Ran was thinking, and suddenly wanted to hug someone.

"Unless we are struggling with our own psychological contradictions and can't find a way out, the external environment may not be able to put any shackles on our souls." Xu Rannian's sentence seems to have ulterior motives.

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After reading most of the time, Xu Ran suddenly got up and went to the toilet.

He Xu looked at the book that had been turned upside down on the ground, and leaned over to pick it up. The book was new, but many sentences in it were specially marked with a fountain pen, and almost all of what Xu Ran had read were on the horizontal lines.

The corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily, He Xuren was suddenly moved, and then flipped through, a sentence specially drawn by the red highlighter firmly caught his sight.

"For you, I also have the desire to go to the light, the world will not be too lonely for me."

Is my light?My longing?Can I?

Whoever reads this sentence silently in his heart, there seems to be a kind of vitality somewhere that is full of scabs and starts to move again.

In the next ten days or so, Xu Ran will bring one or two books specially selected by him to read to someone. With the blessing of attractiveness, He Shi listens more and more attentively.

The two of them are like reciters and literary connoisseurs, quietly admiring the beauty of words in this cramped staircase with no sunlight.The draft is always there, filling the hall with emotional voices; other people pass by occasionally, and they will tacitly not disturb the poetic meaning of this world.

At the end of the military training, Xu Ran gave someone a notebook full of poems and essays he had read.

After the welcome party that day, who opened this notebook in the dormitory.

On the title page, there are only three big characters "Who Xuren" are written, and every page that is turned back is written in bilingual verses, one line of the original Chinese text and one line of English translation.

Whoever stroked the folds and strokes on the paper with his fingertips, seemed to be able to see Xu Ran copying strokes at his desk during the night of military training.

"The writing is really much better." He Xu muttered to himself.

"Is it possible?" He Xu said to himself again.

Can I?Can there be a desire to move toward the light?Maybe I'm not wrong, maybe I can.

Who turned the notebook back to the title page again, and wrote Xu Ran's name next to his own, as if he had made a major decision.