Perfect Match

It was an old yellowed photo, with black and white tones, and a border of a wave pattern that was once fashionable. Although the photo is old, the surface is still smooth and clean, and the owner's intentions can be seen.

The protagonist of the photo is two young people, about 20 years old, at a time of dazzling youth.

They were in a bucket-arch pavilion built near the lake, and one of them was holding poems sitting on a railing, facing the lake, with their feet suspended, and closing their eyes, raising their chins to the rising sun with a bright smile on their faces. With a little shyness in love--

He An recognized it. It was Yan Ning when he was young.

The wrinkles at the end of the eyes are missing, and the decades of wind and frost and mentality are missing. Yanning, 20, is breezy and incomprehensible, like a cloud travelling on the wind, always flying in In the light.

His elated Alpha stood behind, his hands in his pockets, leaning down, leaning his head slightly, as if to kiss his cheek.

Probably not accustomed to showing affection in front of people, but can't hold back lovers to kiss, Alpha showed a reluctant look, but the corners of his lips couldn't help it.

Obviously so much.

Only at this moment's freeze, He An read out the enviable love between them-how could such a pair of tadpoles be so unhappy for decades?

He An couldn't figure it out.

"His name is Hongming, Honghong, bright and bright, we met in college."

Yan Ning looked at Alpha on the old photo and recalled, "I was only eighteen years old at that time, reading literature and history, he was two times higher, and studying business. One night, the school poetry club borrowed a classroom to hold an exchange meeting. I went ahead and copied the poem I was going to share on the blackboard while no one else was in the classroom. Just after the last sentence, Hong Ming came in, guess what? "

He Antuo thought for a while, and somehow came up with a movie-like plot in his head: "He happened to read that poem, and he liked it too much, so ... he was really interested in you?"

"Where is it so romantic?" Yan Ning was teased, "Hongming doesn't read poetry at all."

"What happened then?"

Yan Ning said: "He picked up the blackboard eraser and wiped all the poems I wrote without saying a word. He also told me very seriously that this classroom is going to take an economics discussion class. As a monitor, he has an obligation Please leave unrelated people and don't scribble on the blackboard. Of course I'm not convinced. The poetry society took the classroom borrowed by the formal process. Why do you say that you give it? If you want to take a discussion class, you can borrow it yourself Let ’s go. So I copied the poem again.

"He, holding a blackboard eraser next to it, I copied it, he wiped it, I copied it, he wiped it ... the two men are head-to-head, no one wants to let it go. I still remember it today, it was a song Yeats' poem, called "Silent Silence," has eight lines.

"When I copied it the third time, someone finally came in the classroom. Unfortunately, it wasn't my classmate, but his. I couldn't figure it out. I stood embarrassedly at the blackboard and pondered for a long time. It's tomorrow—it's the day I misremembered. "

He An Renjun could not help.

It turned out to be gentle and elegant like Yanning, but also so naive.

Yan Ning also laughed: "I had a bad temper at the time, obviously I was wrong and lost face, but didn't want to admit it. Didn't he tell me to go? I would rather go, but I sat in the last row of the classroom and took them I finished listening to the discussion class. When Hongming took the stage, I stared at him and wanted to increase his psychological pressure. To use his words to describe it, I was like the leader of a thesis defense team who was harsh and perverted. They were all armed with swords. He didn't want to be outdone, but he also gave me a stumbling block. He deliberately asked each paragraph: Does the liberal arts student in the last row understand it? It made them laugh at me in private .

"Actually, he doesn't know. I can understand. My father is a well-known businessman, and I know a lot of fur without reading business. Just because I understand, I can't cheat myself up. Saying he is mediocre, he is not excellent at all. On the contrary, he is the best in that class, and when he speaks, he exudes a dazzling confidence, which is really attractive. "

He An looked at Alpha in the photo and nodded.

There is such a group of Alpha, born with a strong aura and charm, Omega with a low degree of fit is okay, high degree of fit, almost no chance of resistance is trapped.

He had experienced that feeling.

"The next day, it was finally the turn of the classroom to hold a communication meeting. I stepped on the podium and looked down. Hongming didn't know when it was coming, and sat in the last row where I sat yesterday. This provocative look at me seemed to mean: I'd like to see what you can do.

"Unfortunately, the theme of that scene was love poems. The atmosphere of children who love poems is often very special, but for those who cannot integrate, this romantic, sincere, and no-taboo atmosphere is somewhat It's embarrassing. Hongming tried hard to show disdain, but things went against him. He still became the most embarrassed and incompatible person in the audience.

Yan Ning said here, her eyes faintly smiled.

"I thought it would be a one-on-one, draw a tie, and things ended. I didn't expect Hongming, the second week of the exchange meeting, came back, took this Econometrics and sat next to me to read a lesson. Slowly, he became a regular observer of our poetry club, and occasionally read poetry with us, and also learned to write poetry, although it was not very good.

"I asked him, since I come every week, if I just fill out an application form for joining the society, it can be counted as credits. He said with a cold face, reading poetry is so boring, maybe he doesn't want to come someday. But he said Complaining, people still come every week. "

"Alpha with righteous wrongs." He An blinked and murmured, "I'm pursuing you, I don't admit it."

Yan Ning smiled and leaned back with her eyes closed, leaning lazily on the back of the chair: "He said that he likes my unrealistic romance, and also my small temper like a stab ball. I just asked Well, what do you like about him? Hongming has so many advantages, which one do you like the most? I think what I like the most is his frankness and frivolity.

"He is not a humble person. He always shows as much pride as he has talents. Those old-fashioned ancient teachings teach people to bow their heads, teach people to restrain and restrain others, but they can't help him."

"My relationship with Hongming is like a mountain fire in midsummer. It took only a few days to burn from a cluster of flames to the mountains and mountains. During that time, he wrote a poem to me every day. Dangerous sentences are dared to write upwards. I haven't been able to go anywhere. I have lost all my aesthetics, read it with interest, and even think that ... that is the most wonderful love poem in the world. "

Yan Ning lay there with her eyes closed, her voice soft, and a soft smile appeared on the corners of her lips.

As if going to sleep.

Then He An heard a low sigh: "I thought the fate was here, and we would go on safely, but unfortunately not. In the year of my graduation, which is the fourth year of my love relationship with Hongming, I ... ... "

He paused: "I took him to see my father."