The sky had already dimmed. After saying goodbye to his friends, Wu Xiyue slowly wandered home, only to find that someone who was supposed to go to bed was sitting by the flower bed, feeding mosquitoes, staring at her without blinking.
Wu Xiyue stopped, neither moving forward nor speaking.
The darkness was both a veil and a fig leaf, keeping the two of them calm. Zhao Lin wanted to speak and opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, "Sister Wu Xiyue... Sister."
He's pretending again. When has he ever seriously called her sister?
Wu Xiyue didn't reply to him, thinking to himself that this man was always so stubborn and it seemed that he couldn't do anything about him.
After a long while, he sighed, "What are you doing sitting here? It's so cold."
There was a faint light in Zhao Lin's eyes, and he subconsciously said: "Waiting for you."
Wu Xiyue sat down next to him and looked at the few stars in the sky.
Thinking of so many years, there have been too many nights that are more charming than tonight, but I want to say some disgusting words on this night. Who do you want to trip up?
"What if I don't come back."
"Then I'll go home."
You have to go home anyway.
If Wu Xiyue wanted to refute, she really had too much to say, but at the moment, she was like a mute - they were destined enemies.
"Go up," Wu Xiyue compromised, "I have to go to school tomorrow."
"I..."
"Let's talk tomorrow."
Tomorrow, yes, Zhao Lin is following, they still have tomorrow.
PS: This is a novel for newbies to pass the time. If you are interested in the second grade of writing, please read with caution.
Pseudobones, siblings, seven years apart in age (25×18)
Intention: It doesn't matter whether it is realized or not