High School
When you are sixteen or seventeen years old, falling in love with someone is like meeting a beam of light.
Xia Qing couldn't remember the weather the day she first met Gu Beichen.
But I remember when I arrived at the new class on the first day, Gu Beichen was sitting by the window in the classroom.
He was solving problems nonchalantly with a pen in hand, and the sun was shining on him. There was nothing else like his serious and handsome face.
Later, on an ordinary day in the senior year of high school, there was an extra line in the notebook circulated by the whole class:
What color do you like?
——The sky is blue, like the sky is blue after rain. I don't know whether it will be rain or sunny later.
There is another line of reply at the bottom: Could it be that the secret love flickers on and off.
Tian Qing was stunned, and his deskmate at the side took the notebook and wrote the next line eloquently:
"Don't go to Tianqing, Tianqing goes all the way north, see you in the examination hall!!!"
The deskmate held the notebook, turned his head and asked with a smile, "Hey, Tianqing, what color do you like?", Tianqing smiled, "I like..."
Gu Beichen, who was holding his head in the back seat and writing with one hand, didn't even raise his head and continued naturally, "She likes,, lust."
University
At that time, she couldn't feel the coldness of the snowflakes. She stepped on the soft snow,
She lowered her head and counted "eighty, eighty-one...". She usually arrived early to wait for him, but she thought it would be later this time.
If he didn't show up at the count of ninety-nine.
She really likes him, but if he has someone he likes, she will no longer get close to him.
Compared to a secret love that everyone knows about, this is still smarter.
When Xia Qing looked up and saw that there was no one downstairs in the boys' dormitory, her eyes were slightly moist, and she turned around and walked back.
I heard a slight smile, "Why are you counting so slowly?"
Xia Qing looked back and saw Gu Beichen's handsome face.
"Xia Qing, you should belong to me."
Intention: To love someone who is good in his own right. He is destined to be your person. He will be your person after all.
