Chapter 63 Chapter 063

A few days later, Mingyue met Zhengnan again in the classroom, he walked over from a long distance and asked her, "Remember me?" Mingyue said: "Taiyi is directly south." The head of the judo club was very happy: "I have a good memory! But, yes, Che Yanzhengnan." Mingyue said: "I'm sorry." "I hand-copied a poem for you." Mingyue took Zhengnan's post, and on the white soft paper was his neat calligraphy: goose. The song item sings to the sky, White hair floating in green water, Anthurium dials the clear wave. The handwriting is delicate and beautiful, and it is a great effort.But why did Zheng Nanjun hand-copy this poem for her?

Zhengnan's thoughts are like Zhengnan's image, so that people other than Zhengnan can't understand at all. He would always do some strange actions and expressions to Mingyue like this, but he never asked for a relationship, and he never stalked her.No one knows what Zhengnan is going to do. When Xiaoju talked about this, she laughed so hard.Mingyue also found it funny, but Xiaoju assured her that she had never seen Zhengnan treat other girls like this. After they became good friends, Mingyue asked her: What about Xiaoju?Have a lover? Xiaoju blushed, and told Mingyue about a high school classmate who was studying at a university in Osaka, and they only met during vacations.Xiaoju asked, where will Mingyue spend her vacation?Would you like to go to my house?The apricots in my family are delicious, and the harvest is good this year.My parents and elder brother are very hospitable, my elder sister is married and you can live in her room.Mingyue thought for a while: Would that be too disturbing?Xiaoju said, please don't be polite...

At the beginning of the summer vacation, Mingyue followed Xiaoju to her house.They drank tea and ate ripe red apricots in the damp and clean Japanese-style courtyard. Xiaoju's brother Xiuzhi finished drawing and invited them to sit in his study.The first thing Mingyue remembered about Dong Xiuzhi was the various green plants in his room, most of which she couldn’t name, but they were all extremely lush, which made his room beautiful in color, fresh in air, and A pleasant atmosphere. The gentle, cute, well-educated Xiaoju became a coquettish child in front of her brother: "Brother Xiuzhi, the table with the phonograph in the living room is shaking a bit, didn't your parents ask you to fix it?"Brother Xiuzhi, I'm going to take Mingyue to the temple tomorrow, can you fix the parasol?Hey, Xiuzhi brother, take a look at the clip full of accumulated butterfly wings, okay? ...

Xiuzhi has a somewhat strange clip, which is full of fragments of butterfly wings, large and small.Some can barely make out the shape of a wing, while others are just brightly colored fragments the size of a fingernail.Mingyue asked Xiaoju, why does your brother accumulate these things?Xiaoju took it easy and said that that person would not have caught a live butterfly and dried it to make a specimen. Mingyue got up very early the next morning, and the air was a bit chilly. She put on a half-sized robe and came out of the room.As soon as he opened the door, he saw Xiu Zhi sitting under the opposite veranda, wrapping a cloth belt around his calf.

"Do you want to go out?" Mingyue asked. "Go camping in the mountains. Make an appointment with a friend." "A team?" "three people." "Improvised gathering or old habit?" "..." He put on his leggings and looked up at her. "Before the age of 21, there were four of us. When we passed by a monastery that year, Mr. Gong Ze planned to stay there and never come back. Then every year at this time , the remaining three will go up the mountain to see him and stay for a week."