On the free night after the college entrance examination, as soon as the thunderstorm stopped, Fang Zhique lost the game and was encouraged by his classmates to send love letters to Xing Yuan's house.
The pink and blue envelope, scented with gardenias, is filled with the secret love of all the girls here, and Fang Zhique's share is also hidden in it.
She crouched and slipped quietly to the door of Xing Yuan's house, holding the thin envelope and stuffing it into the gap of the iron gate like a thief. When she turned around, she was caught by Xing Yuan who was returning late.
Xing Yuan stood under the clear moonlight, looking at her with a smile but not a smile. He raised his chin towards her and said lazily: "No need to stuff it, just give it to me."
Unexpectedly, Zhique stammered for a long time and couldn't hold back a word. His cheeks and the tips of his ears turned red with embarrassment, and he ran away in a flash.
Xing Yuan sneered and picked up the crumpled love letter from the ground.
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In the evening, the dark clouds suddenly came down, and Zhique rushed to the top floor to collect her clothes. Under the hem of her skirt raised by the strong wind, Xing Yuan was leaning against the parapet and smoking. He raised his eyes and looked towards her when he heard the movement.
Fang Zhique suddenly became embarrassed. When she raised her head to take off her clothes, her neck stretched out in a beautiful curve. Xing Yuan stared at her for as long as she kept it.
She hugged a pile of clothes that radiated residual warmth from exposure to the sun, her heart beating loudly, and she mustered up the courage to take a step towards the boy's tall figure.
"Actually, we are from the same studio."
Xing Yuan put out his cigarette and replied without a smile, "I know, you are the one who always follows me."
Intention: Dead trees will spring, and ice and snow are destined to melt
