Another Xiaowei, another Xiaowei.
Su Ze had a habit of parking his bicycle downstairs at my house at 6:30 in the morning and shouting my name. I would rush to him while I was still washing up, take the fried buns he bought early in the morning, jump on his bicycle, and start eating in an inconspicuous manner.
In the winter, I stay in bed and lose sight of things. I often find myself forgetting cold-proof gear when I go downstairs. At this time, Su Ze will always take off his scarf, hat or even coat and put it on me, and then say that he is late and get in the car.
I gnawed on the fried buns and watched his slender neck turn white in the wind. I hugged his waist in distress and rested my head on his slightly warm back.
——Su Ze, Su Ze, please don't be so nice to me. Otherwise, if one day you are not nice to me, I will not be used to it.
——You won't get used to another Xiaowei, I will always be kind to you.