Chapter 11 True love turns people into white clouds

Eight years of study and life in Tsinghua Academy made the little boy grow into a young talent, and his love with Huiyin made Liang Sicheng feel that he was the happiest person in the world.In Sicheng's eyes, Huiyin is the embodiment of perfection.Huiyin's beauty and agility, Huiyin's temperament and knowledge all make Sicheng fall in love with him.He has not only love for Huiyin, but also appreciation and cherishment.Under the wisteria trellis, he looked at Huiyin with deep joy.They talked heart-to-heart, and Sicheng felt that it was a happy sharing. They stayed together quietly, and Sicheng felt satisfied in his heart.

Huiyin is immersed in the happiness of love.For the first time, she knew that true love can make the heart as soft as a white cloud.The warmth seems to wake up from a deep sleep. She wants to tell, laugh, and sing, and wants to bring this joy to everyone.This is not joy in the ordinary sense, this joy comes from the soul.Because of living with an unhappy mother since she was a child, Huiyin accumulated melancholy and sorrow in her heart.It is her dream and desire to love someone sincerely and affectionately and to be loved by others since she was a girl, and Sicheng makes her dream come true.Love makes ordinary things spiritual, and love makes ordinary days poetic and verdant.The joy from the heart washes away the melancholy accumulated in the depths of the years, and life glows with dazzling brilliance.

The family has already made arrangements for the future of the two young people who love each other.As soon as Sicheng graduated from Tsinghua Academy, he sent them to the United States for further study. Sicheng and Huiyin looked forward to the future and talked about their future major choices. Huiyin told Sicheng that she planned to study architecture in the future.Sicheng was very surprised, he couldn't connect the delicate and frail Huiyin with "architecture" for a while. "Architecture?" Sicheng asked back, "Do you mean house (house) or building (building)?"

Huiyin smiled: "To be more precise, it should be architecture!" Huiyin talked to Sicheng about the architecture she knew, about the "frozen music" and "epic poems of stone" in the European continent. Looking at the radiant expression of the girl he loves so much, Sicheng decided on his major choice at this moment. Many years later, Liang Sicheng was recognized as an authoritative expert in the field of Chinese architecture for his pioneering achievements, but he often told his friends that his initial choice was because of Lin Huiyin.He said that Huiyin had just returned from England at that time, "During the conversation, she talked about studying architecture in the future. I didn't even know what architecture was at the time. Huiyin told me that it included art and engineering technology as a whole." A discipline. Because I love painting, I also chose architecture as a major".

Perhaps, their initial choice still has some blindness peculiar to young people, but their career choice and love choice are thus combined together.Therefore, the initial choice is the choice of their life, and they have never regretted it. No one knows when the disaster will come. On May 7, 1923, brothers Sicheng and Siyong returned home from school.They were going to meet their classmates on Chang'an Street and join the demonstrations of Beijing students.This day is the anniversary of the national humiliation of Yuan Shikai's government signing the "Twenty-One" that humiliated the country.

The house of the Liang family is located on Nanchang Street, and Sicheng launched the motorcycle that his elder sister Sishun gave him.He rode on it, Si Yong sat in the back seat, and they drove towards Chang'an Avenue. As soon as they reached the intersection of South Chang'an Street, a car rushed over and hit the Liang brothers' motorcycle from the side.The motorcycle was knocked over, whining and roaring, its wheels spinning in the air.Sicheng was crushed under the motorcycle and passed out, while Siyong was thrown far away.