Pillow Ditty

Are likes and dislikes really absolute antonyms? Green Tea loves to play the innocent male protagonist × thinks he is gloomy but is actually a little sunny female protagonist Li Qinghe thinks that she is like a low-ranking person in every aspect, a dead tree that no one cares about. Only in her studies, she is an ivy. The appearance of Ji Zijin is like a luxuriant sycamore tree. It grows tall and strong enough, but it still wants to rob the nutrition of this small wild vine. Later, as time passed and things changed with each passing day, she discovered that although the phoenix tree was lush, it was empty inside. ————Reference for specific character design↓———— "Do you remember? When I was a child, I was a little delayed in my development. You always called Sister Arou, Sister Arou." Ji Zijin tied the scarf in his hand around Li Qinghe's neck and tied it with a beautiful bow. "Don't you always say that you have a bad memory? You were so young at that time, how could you still remember it so clearly?" Li Qinghe loosened his scarf a little, and wrapped his cold hands into warm gloves, "You can't just pretend, right?" Ji Zijin smiled slightly: "I still called you sister at that time." "Shut up." Li Qinghe's face was burning. He grabbed a handful of clean snow from the ground and threw it at Ji Zijin's face. Ji Zijin did not stop her evil deeds. He took a few mouthfuls of the snow water in his mouth, looked at Li Qinghe's frozen red eyes, and continued: "Yesterday, I asked you if you like me. When you said yes, what do you mean by 'hmm'?" The camera hanging around Li Qinghe's neck turned over, and her hat was covered with snow. Ji Zijin patted it, and the snow scattered into her neck. Li Qing shrank her head, and her ears were red, not sure whether they were cold or smelly. "Huh?" Li Qinghe smiled, "What else could 'hmm' mean?" "I like you." She said these four words very softly and very strongly. The flying white feathers accumulate on the willow branches, and no one knows when they will break. "Here we are now," Ji Zijin took Li Qinghe's hand and put his face against it through the snow-covered gloves, as if he didn't mind the cold, but stared directly at Li Qinghe, "Does this count as a bone?" "Such a beautiful scenery," Li Qinghe pulled up his scarf, covering most of his face, "Don't make me scold you." Ji Zijin knew that she was shy: "Fuck you, I like you the most in the world." The time on the phone's display jumped from 11:59 to 0:00. Li Qinghe took off his gloves and held Ji Zijin's face with both hands, "Happy seventeenth birthday." Then she pulled up the brim of Ji Zijin's hat and touched Ji Zijin's forehead with her lips. The water on the lake surface under the street lamp was calm, with occasional snowflakes falling in and disappearing in a blink of an eye. With a "click", the two seventeen-year-olds stretched out their scissor hands in unison. The two looked at each other and laughed again. The two hands never let go after they touched each other. What is closer than the body distance is the two hot hearts. The true meaning here is expressed in the snow. On a cold winter day, the two people cuddling together became the only warm color. Li Qinghe swept Ji Zijin's Luoxue eyelashes and said in a very low voice: "Ji Zijin, thank you for showing up." It's obviously me thanking you for showing up. Ji Zijin thought in his heart, but that was not what he said. "Classmate Li, can you make it public?" "Open, open, open, open, okay?" He pinched Ji Zijin's face with a dishonest hand, "Why do you always like to ruin the atmosphere?" ———————— Those little angels you like, can you please collect them before leaving? ^_^ The article is under repair... Purpose: Responsibility for youth growth