bayedsolid Chapter 765 Ironhide
Chapter 765 Ironhide
A new message popped up in the classmate group, with a picture of the cherry blossom trees in the city library and the text "Spring Reading Club Recruiting Volunteers". He stared at the signature on the lower right corner of the photo - Lin Xia, and his breathing suddenly stopped. The catkins of the sycamore outside the window floated into the office and stained the computer screen. Sun Yu remembered that in his senior year of high school, Lin Xia's white shirt was also covered with such fluff. She always sat by the window in the classroom, and when the sun shone through the ends of her hair, her whole body seemed to be immersed in honey. At that time, he always used the excuse of borrowing notes to secretly smell the jasmine tea leaves tucked in her textbook. "Brother Sun, Party A is urging for a plan." The voice of the intern interrupted his memories. He hurriedly closed the chat box, but on the way home from get off work, he opened the map for some reason. The library is only three subway stops away from the company. On the last train of the cherry blossom season, his wrinkled tie was reflected in the window. The second floor of the library was filled with the aroma of coffee. Sun Yu saw Lin Xia in the children's reading area. She was reading picture books to the children, and her ponytail swayed gently with her movements. Ten years later, she had more fine lines at the corners of her eyes, but her smile was still crescent-shaped. He was sweating as he held the library card in his palm, and he didn't dare to approach until the crowd dispersed. "Lin Xia?" His voice was hoarser than he expected. When she turned around, her eyelashes were still stained with the starlight from the story. "Sun Yu?" Her surprise was tentative, "I heard you work in an advertising company?" He nodded and glanced at the empty ring finger on her. Since then, Sun Yu would appear in the library every Wednesday evening. Sometimes he helped Lin Xia organize the bookshelf, and sometimes he accompanied her to feed stray cats. He found that she still loved to drink latte with three-point sugar, and still tilted her umbrella to the side of others on rainy days. One late night when he was working overtime, he received a photo she sent him - cherry blossoms under the street lights, petals fell all over the bicycle basket. "Next week's reading club needs a host, you..." Her voice was hesitant. Sun Yu stared at the screen, and the neon lights outside the window shattered into spots of light on the glass. The next day he turned down an important proposal meeting and stood at the reading club in a suit and tie. When he recited Natsume Soseki's "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight", Lin Xia smiled with her head down, and her ears turned red. When the rainy season came, Sun Yu was on night duty at the library. Lin Xia's umbrella was broken, so he handed her his black umbrella and rushed into the rain. The next day, he had a high fever, but received a thermos at his workstation. There were wolfberries and red dates floating in the chicken soup, and the handwriting on the note was beautiful: "The medicine is on the side, remember to take it." Before the company sent him on a business trip to Shanghai, he ran into Lin Xia talking to a man in a corner of the library. The man was dressed in a well-tailored suit and the watch on his wrist was expensive. Sun Yu clenched the handle of the suitcase and heard Lin Xia say "I've thought about it." When the plane rose into the clouds, he deleted and rewrote twenty messages, and finally only sent one sentence: "Next week's cherry blossom festival, do you want to go together?" It rained heavily on the day of the return trip. Sun Yu searched in the cherry blossom forest for three hours and finally saw Lin Xia under the old locust tree. Her white skirt was soaked with rain, and she was holding a cardboard box in her arms. "I quit my job." She choked up, "The welfare home is going to be demolished, and these children..." Sun Yu took the cardboard box and touched her cold fingers: "Come to my house, the basement can be temporarily accommodated." That night, the basement smelled of mold, and Sun Yu gave his bed to the children. Lin Xia made ginger tea. In the misty hot air, she talked about these years: her mother was seriously ill, she quit her job in a foreign company, and volunteered in the library. "What about you?" She stirred the teacup, "Why did you suddenly transfer to another school that year?" The rain outside the window hit the iron sheet, and Sun Yu looked at the kitten curled up in the corner. "My dad's business failed, and he moved overnight." He smiled bitterly, "Before leaving, he stuffed a letter in your desk, and later I heard that it was cleared away as garbage." Lin Xia's teacup knocked lightly on the table, and in the flickering candlelight, he saw tears in her eyes. On the day of the Sakura Festival, Sun Yu led the children from the welfare home to set up a stall. Lin Xia wore a modified cheongsam and a cherry blossom hairpin in her hair. When she was teaching the children to make Japanese confectionery, a talent scout handed her a business card: "Miss, your temperament is very suitable for our new drama." The moment she declined, Sun Yu suddenly remembered that she always said she wanted to be an actor in children's dramas in high school. When closing the stall late at night, Lin Xia looked at the empty square. "Actually, the man is an investor," she said softly, "He said he could support the welfare home, but he wanted me to go to Beijing with him." Sun Yu's hands stopped packing, and the roar of the last tram came from the distance. "But I refused." She turned to look at him, cherry blossoms fell on her eyelashes, "Some of the things I missed, I want to pick them up again now." In autumn, Sun Yu quit his job. He and Lin Xia rented an old warehouse in the old city and transformed it into a charity picture book library. On the opening day, the children of the welfare home scattered petals at the door, and the sun shone through the glass dome and flowed on Lin Xia's smiling face. Sun Yu hung up the sign, and the three words "Wutongyu" were slightly shaken by the wind. After closing on a snowy night, Lin Xia was tidying up the bookshelves. Sun Yu hugged her from behind, his chin resting on the top of her head: "What was written in that letter back then was that I like you, like the catkins of the paulownia tree chasing the wind." When she turned around, snowflakes fell on her eyelashes: "What about now?" He kissed the snow between her eyebrows. The branches of the paulownia tree outside the window stretched out in the moonlight, just like the spring outside the classroom that year.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Daiyu leaning against a Taihu stone, her eyebrows and eyes under her dark green forehead bandage immersed in the moonlight. "A crane's shadow crosses the cold pond—" Xiangyun's voice came from the Ouxiang Pavilion. Su Tang suddenly remembered the ending of the poem in Aojing Pavilion. His heart tightened, and he blurted out: "The cold moon buries the flower soul!" The whole audience was silent. The pen in Daiyu's hand "clicked" on the stone table, and the ink spread on the two words "flower soul". She looked at Su Tang with fear and shock in her eyes, and coughed more heavily than usual. That night, the smell of medicine in Xiaoxiang Pavilion was particularly strong. Su Tang stayed in front of the bed, watching Zijuan decoct medicine, and heard Daiyu's weak breath: "How do you know...the sentence in my dream?" On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Su Tang entered the garden carrying moon cakes brought from the modern era. Daiyu stood outside Tuobi Hall wrapped in a crane cloak, and the moonlight stretched her shadow very long. "This cake is really novel." Daiyu picked up the mooncake with lotus seed paste filling, "It's so sweet that it's greasy, just like the bustle of the Jia Mansion." She looked at the banquet in the distance, and suddenly coughed violently, with scarlet spots on her handkerchief. "Sister, it's time to take medicine." Su Tang took out the vitamin C effervescent tablets he carried with him, "This is a Western tonic that can increase your strength." Seeing Daiyu drinking the orange-yellow liquid with doubt, she remembered the ending of Lin Daiyu's early death in the original work, and clenched her sleeves - if she could change something... When the poetry club was revived, Su Tang suggested using "freedom" as the theme. Tanchun frowned: "This topic is too unruly." Daiyu picked up the pen and wrote: "I would like to be a free swallow in the world, not envious of the gold and jade locks in the heavy tower." Everyone was shocked, but only Su Tang understood the yearning in her eyes. After the club was dismissed, the two strolled along Qinfang Gate. Su Tang talked about modern women's reading and working. Daiyu listened in a daze, and the fallen flowers in her hand floated into the stream. On the day when the winter snow first fell, Baoyu brought freshly made rouge.