Will It Be Windy Today?

Complete text The new article "The Young Master is Thinking of Me Again" has been completed. You can click on the column to read it. Please add it to your collection. T^T On the first day of transferring school, Wen Xizhi heard many terrifying rumors about his deskmate Chen Sui. After school in the evening, she met her classmate who was absent from class at the door of the billiard hall. He was very tall and handsome, wearing a blue and white school uniform. He stood bent over the wall, with his hands on his knees, his chest rising and falling, and he was breathing slightly. He raised his head and glanced at her. Under the dim light, the bloody wound at the corner of his mouth looked a little ferocious. He looked full of anger and fierceness: "Who are you looking for?" As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew up, and Wen Xizhi blinked and shed tears. "Yeah, I was so scared that I cried." He seemed to be used to this kind of thing. He took out a black mask from the pocket of his school uniform pants and put it on in a carefree manner, covering the wound and revealing a pair of beautiful eyes. "Who are you looking for, sister?" One day, a friend pointed at Wen Xizhi's leaving figure and quietly asked Chen Sui: "Does this beauty like you? Why do you cry every time I see you hurt?" Chen Sui sneered: "Are you sick?" Later, he recalled Wen Xizhi's eyes always turning red when she saw him, frowning and whispering: "I'm fucking sick." During the break before the first mock exam in the senior year of high school, Wen Xizhi took out his mobile phone and chatted with the attending doctor: "It's still not good. I shed tears when the cool breeze blows." Chen Sui appeared out of nowhere: "If you come first in the exam, will I make a wish to you?" He didn't even raise his head when he heard the joy: "Do you think I am a Bodhisattva?" She didn't know at that time that they would not see each other again for many years to come. Reunited many years later, heavy rain surrounded the entire city. In the dim and ambiguous bar, Wen Xizhi lost the game, and the punishment for the big adventure was to have a drink with someone. The moment I raised my glass, I heard someone shouting: "Wen Xi Zhi." She turned around to look, and saw a pair of hawk-like eyes across the dim lights. There was no wind in the bar that day. But she still felt the urge to cry. Two-way secret love, SC, HE Gentle little angel Intention: to chase the wind and become a better person