Fake indifference x true temperament
Zhang Ruojing used to always pay attention to Li Xiang and the people around him, but every time she saw a girl's eyes wandering towards him, she would look away to make herself look like she didn't care so much.
Until one day later, Li Xiang walked in front and Zhang Ruojing followed. Zhang Ruojing took a breath and stood on the steps two steps higher than Li Xiang in a bad temper, complaining a little:
"Teacher Li, you are really open-minded."
Li Xiang turned around and raised his eyebrows. Under the dim light, his profile was somewhat obscured, but it was still visible. The corners of his lips were raised, as if he was smiling.
He went up one step and stood on the next step below Zhang Ruojing, but he was still half a head taller than the girl. He was always calm, but this time there was a different emotion in his tone.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruojing heard the person in front of him say.
"So can you go, Baichuan?"
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Zhang Ruojing once thought that Li Xiang was the wind. Because he only has a direction and has never had a center where he can stay.
"Even if I can see the flying sand and green leaves blown up by the wind, I can't see, let alone touch, the entity of the wind."
It is not the warm and humid air coming from the southeast, but the unbridled and restless air from the northwest, which brings freezing temperatures and a biting feeling when it lands.
If ice can turn into rain, if snow-capped mountains can gurgling trickles, then can the aimless and condescending wind have a center?
"Okay.
My center is you. "
Li Xiang wrote this under Zhang Ruojing's diary.
But Zhang Ruojing did not open the diary again.
Later, Li Xiang discovered that Zhang Ruojing was the wisp of wind. It's just that she was too warm, so she even left quietly.
If the grip was a little looser, she would fly away.
Purpose: Arts and science are incompatible with each other
