23 days before Christmas

During the official performance, their program is still placed in the middle and back. What does this mean—that is, you can’t finish the show early and go back to the auditorium to watch the program, and you can’t watch the program in the auditorium before coming to perform.

Then they and the whole club were in the waiting area, frantically posing for photos.

Take a group photo (how can modern people take only one photo? Naive!), I will take a group with you, and you will take a group with him and her...

Liu Yiming's face froze with a smile, taking this shot and that shot - what he wanted most was to take a photo with Lin Zhixi, both of them were dressed in suits and leather shoes, alas, what's the use of talking about it now...

He pursed his lips, but held back.

Don't bother people, it doesn't matter at all after the scarf for Christmas.

Everyone in the backstage was very happy and excited, but Liu Yiming was extremely disappointed in his heart, and he was a little nervous about going on stage to perform.

He felt like he was going to explode.

The more I think about it, the more annoying I get, the more angry I get, and I'm still hungry.

The moment Liu Yiming took out the water glass from his bag and unscrewed the lid, he thought of Lin Zhixi again, and couldn't help but glance over there—what do you think this is?He is also holding a cup to drink water, one light purple and one lake blue, what a match.

Yes, what a good match.

Every minute and every second here is tormented, and the turmoil of people's voices is unreasonable irritability. A sentence from the text in junior high school always circles in my mind: "The excitement is theirs, and I have nothing. .”

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sink again.

Finally, at 45:[-], it was their turn.

That familiar stage brought back memories of Liu Yiming.

Countless memories came flooding back.

He watched from a distance, and Lin Zhixi's jade-like face was more delicate under the dazzling light. In a trance, he thought that he had returned to the first meeting three months ago, and the feeling of heartbeat was exactly the same.

When it wasn't his turn to make an appearance, behind the scarlet curtain, his gaze never left Lin Zhixi's body, and the inextricable emotions in his heart were mixed together, forcing his whole mind into a mess.

Liu Yiming didn't know when their show started, let alone when it ended, he was only thinking about that person, only him.

Why do you want to cry so much?

He sighed and went backstage after it was over.

It's like dreaming.

"Everyone performed very well tonight. You have worked so hard after rehearsing for so long!" The senior sister was in a very good mood.Then he talked about some things, and finally, "Well, if you have a seat in the auditorium, you can watch the show. If you don't have a seat, you can stay behind and play. It's best not to leave early, there are still people behind Issues......"

"Can I go to dinner?"

"Yes, senior sister, I'm really hungry."

The senior thought for a while, and said, "Go and come back quickly. The chairman said, everyone must be here."

"Oh, ok ok."

Liu Yiming felt that his eyes were staring with hunger, Chen Yuntian and a few female classmates went somewhere, and Lin Zhixi was nowhere to be seen.He snorted coldly, even though he was very hungry and didn't want to go out, he was panicked and sat on the ground directly leaning against the wall.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Lin Zhixi's female partner asked when she saw him sitting on the ground sullenly.

Liu Yiming shook his head: "I don't want to eat. I don't feel well."

The female partner's eyes suddenly brightened: "I suddenly remembered something!"

Liu Yiming frowned.

The female partner did not know where to take out the packaged white rose, which was given to her by Lin Zhixi on the stage just now, yes, this is a prop.

He handed the rose to Liu Yiming with one hand, and gave him a handful of purple leather candy with the other hand, with a slightly gossipy voice: "Lin Zhixi asked me to give it to you. Flowers too, and sugar too."

Liu Yiming clenched his lips and suddenly his nose felt sore, tens of thousands of emotions surged up, and tears fell unpreparedly—the female partner witnessed the whole process, and she was extremely shocked: "You, you, what's wrong with you?"

Liu Yiming stuffed the sugar into the pocket of the down jacket, put the flowers into the bag gently, pulled a tissue to wipe away his tears, and said in a trembling voice, "No, it's nothing. My eyes are not very comfortable today..."

A smile appeared on the corner of Liu Yiming's lips: "Go and eat quickly. Me, I'll go and change my clothes first."

"Uh-huh."

Liu Yiming trotted to the toilet with his clothes in his arms. As soon as he entered, he saw Lin Zhixi—a thin autumn coat on his upper body, and only a pair of underwear on his body.

Damn, why doesn't he wear long johns?

Damn, that's still a couple's model bought together on Double Eleven...

Damn, I'm wearing it today too!

When was the last time I saw a situation like this?

The last time was the last Wednesday in November, and he remembered it very clearly—I won’t start imagining and describing it here.

Lin Zhixi stared at him with wide eyes, unable to speak for a while.

"What? As for?" Liu Yiming suppressed the excitement in his heart, "It's not like I haven't seen it before."

Lin Zhixi kept her eyes wide open and frowned: "You don't want to eat?"

"Didn't you eat too?"

"I'm here to change."

"I'm also here to change clothes." Liu Yiming began to undress on his own.

Lin Zhixi nodded thoughtfully, quickly put on the trousers, the base layer and the sweater, with the dark green padded jacket on her arms, and straightened her natural curls in front of the mirror.

"You don't take off your makeup?" Liu Yiming pretended to ask casually, but in fact, he had been circling this question in his heart for a long time, deliberating for a long time before asking.

"How do I unload it here?" Lin Zhixi turned around and looked at him.

"It seems to be the same." Liu Yiming changed out of the blinding silver sequined suit, and stood naked (actually wearing autumn clothes and long trousers) in front of Lin Zhixi, and he felt a little embarrassed.

He turned his back and put on his pants first.

"What are you doing?" A familiar voice came from behind, with some joking meaning.

"Get dressed."

"Why are you turning your back on me?"

"My pleasure."

"Can't see it?"

Liu Yiming buttoned his shirt, turned around, raised his eyebrows, and laughed awkwardly: "Lin Zhixi, what do you think is the relationship between us now?"

Lin Zhixi didn't expect Liu Yiming to ask such a question, and was stunned.

"What do you mean by sending me flowers and candies?" The light in Liu Yiming's eyes became increasingly dim, he bit his lips tightly, and said in a cold voice, "I don't know what you think of me now... Your A series of operations made me feel quite fascinated. What the hell do you want to do? You? It’s not embarrassing. I still like you and I can’t forget you. If you don’t feel anything about me, then Stop some of your behaviors, don’t give me hope. I’m still very sad and painful, and I still haven’t come out after twenty days. You are different, you are very decisive. That’s it.”

"I, am I very decisive?" Lin Zhixi clenched her fists.

Liu Yiming sneered twice: "Yes."

"I, actually..."

"Don't be serious." Liu Yiming put on a down jacket, "Did you find your next home?"

"What next?" Lin Zhixi frowned, "What are you talking about?"

Liu Yiming waved his hand, and his voice was as cold as piercing: "I'm sorry, this matter has nothing to do with me. I shouldn't blind BB, I'm sorry."

After saying this, Liu Yiming picked up his things and walked towards the door.

"Liu Yiming!"

When he heard him call his name, he obviously wanted to move on and ignore it, but the moment the voice passed by his ears, his heart suddenly sank, and his heels were as heavy as lead.

Why am I so useless.

He paused on the spot, clenched his fists, his nails dug into his skin, his face suddenly burst into flames, his body trembled uncontrollably, his heart felt itchy as if eaten by moths.

"Why did you stop?"

Yes, why did I stop.

Liu Yiming's next thought was not to leave in a huff, but to turn around and meet Lin Zhixi's eyes, a little annoyed: "You don't care about me!"

"I really can't control you now." There seemed to be some regret in his tone.

Liu Yiming's heart twitched, he frowned, and suddenly yelled, "You crazy!"

After saying that, he lifted his feet and walked away, blushing and trotting back to the backstage.

The welcome party ended completely, and the movements were slow. At a quarter past nine, Liu Yiming finally returned to the dormitory.

He took off his make-up, took a shower, climbed into bed, and started knitting his scarf, and a little bit, so he might as well stay up tonight, Christmas is coming.

Finally, you can let it go.

But what is the meaning of his series of operations today...

What the hell, crazy.

Lin Zhixi's mind was full of today's portion, and all his appearances replayed in his mind one by one from morning to night. His heart was sore, and his hand knitting the scarf began to tremble involuntarily.

When I think of him, I feel both physical and psychological pain.

These days, he has been reflecting on himself, on the self who doesn't know how to fall in love with his brain.

He is just very worthless, and he said he wanted to put it down, but if Lin Zhixi came back to get back together with him now, he would definitely pounce on him and hug him tightly, rubbing his shoulders, and then crying There was a lot of noise.

For a relationship that is really emotional, you can let go of it no matter what you say.

He pursed his lips, like an emotionless scarf-weaving machine, repeating the movements in his hands. In the earphones was the self-selected song list that had been circulating for the past few days, and it happened to cut to this song: "Andmaybewegotlostintranslation/MaybeIaskedtoomuch/Butmaybethisthingwassmasterpiece/Tillyoutoreitallup/Runningscared /Iwasthere/Irememberitalltoowell..."

I wanted to cry again after listening to it.

It was 12:30, and the torn scarf was finally woven. He was very satisfied with it, and a small light flashed in his eyes unconsciously.

The soft and delicate touch reminded him of a certain sweater of Lin Zhixi.

That time, he opened the sweater and put his hands on his waist with a smile...

Do you really want to let go?

Really, let it go.

But I am not reconciled.

he......

The corner of Liu Yiming's mouth curled into a wry smile, and the moment he closed his eyes, the familiar hot feeling appeared on his cheek again.

You tell me your past, thinking your future was me.