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Xia Xinran likes to visit Mi Zhiqiu's dormitory very much.

Several of his roommates are very cute. Every time the door is opened, Dahei will wave bluffingly, making greetings on the upper bunk look like cheering in the stands of a concert. The humanoid barrage performed stand-up comedy, Shaorui said very little, and his main function was to suppress Dahei.

And Mi Zhiqiu who was staying in the dormitory was also different from usual, becoming extra relaxed.

Once Xia Xinran said to Mi Zhiqiu, "Your dormitory relationship is very good."

Mi Zhiqiu didn't take it seriously, "It's mainly because of the lack of roots. Once Dahei asked me to help him peel oranges."

Xia Xin was suddenly confused, "Peel oranges?"

Mi Zhiqiu laughed, "Yes, I ate it because I kept talking, and neither of us could react."

Seeing that he couldn't stop laughing suddenly, Xia Xin laughed too.

He thought, so I think you have a good relationship.

Autumn is squeezed by summer and winter and the border is blurred. The city takes off its shirt and will soon put on a thick coat.Xia Xin suddenly felt that the fuzzy boundary between him and Mi Zhiqiu had become much clearer. No matter how wrinkled the collar was, Mi Zhiqiu calmly seemed not to notice it.

Xia Xin could suddenly feel the other party's gaze fall on his neckline, and then slide away as if nothing happened.

He was afraid of this gap, so he changed into a sweater according to the temperature, comforting himself that it was all an illusion.

But this is not an escape, because Xia Xin suddenly felt that the two of them spent more time together, and there was no need to make an appointment for breakfast the night before, as long as both of them had classes in the morning, Mi Zhiqiu would naturally wait for him at the stairs.

Mi Zhiqiu would also abandon the people in the dormitory to sit with him in the public class that they took together.

Xia Xin suddenly felt that these changes all came from what he said that night, but these intimacy and alienation were in opposition to each other, and it was difficult to explain the trace.

Once he and Mi Zhiqiu walked downstairs in the dormitory, which was a common thing, but at the moment of separation, he suddenly felt a little flustered, grabbed Mi Zhiqiu's wrist and wanted to ask him what was wrong.

Is it because of my immature comments on Douban when I was in high school, or because I decided to go somewhere far away.

As a result, Mi Zhiqiu suddenly looked at the top of his head and smiled, and plucked a maple leaf from his hair, "it happened to fall here."

He shook the Danhong leaf in his hand like a fan, and then put it in Xia Xin's palm.

The veins of the leaves are clear, and the jagged edges seem to be softened by the color.The shape of the maple leaf is like a hand, gently pressed in the palm.

Mi Zhiqiu looked at Xia Xin suddenly grabbing his hand.

Then I heard Xia Xin suddenly suing him, and wanted to go to study alone again secretly.

Mi Zhiqiu was dumbfounded, suspecting that the person who just said he didn't want to go to the library had amnesia.

Xia Xin suddenly thought, this is enough.

Instead of picking everything up and accepting those insecurities, it's better to have the luck of muddling along.

And he has enough patience.

The end of November dragged December whizzing by, and ran like a gust of wind.In accordance with the solar terms, the student union decided to start organizing the Winter Games.

The sports meeting has always been held in summer, but this year the season has changed suddenly. The most difficult thing is that the Ministry of Culture, which is in charge of planning, has to make a new plan from the project to the venue.

Mi Zhiqiu knocked his head on the table more than once and wailed, "The chairman really wants to come up with something, and actually wants us to choose a winter feature for the project. Can we ski or play ice hockey here?"

This was embarrassing for Xia Xinran, who could just use a different picture as a poster. He comforted Mi Zhiqiu, "We can wear less clothes than anyone else."

Mi Zhiqiu applauded him without raising his head, "It's no wonder that the southerners survived the winter with their integrity, they just have courage."

Xia Xin suddenly felt that when he collapsed, his hair would curl up in disarray, and every strand of hair was expressing resentment, so he stretched out his hand and tugged at the bunch of curled up hair, "This southerner, you are too proud."

Writing a plan is something that needs inspiration. When Mi Zhiqiu was running all night, he would mutter words. Xia Xin suddenly turned his head to see him talking, and would pat the back of his head to supervise him, "Don't breathe through your mouth when running."

Mi Zhiqiu explained, "I will die if I only breathe through my nose."

Xia Xinran was really easily amused by his serious nonsense, "Don't worry, I will give you artificial respiration when you die."

Mi Zhiqiu's expression was distorted, he quickly shut his mouth, and learned to inhale only through his nose in an instant.

There are many fewer people on the playground in early winter. It is difficult for them to stretch and relax on the horizontal bar without a couple. I don’t know if it’s because Mi Zhiqiu looks soft, and the ligaments are also in good condition. His legs are on the pole more than one meter high In the last fight, you can lie on your lap in a daze.

Xia Xin suddenly felt very surprised, "Could it be that you practiced gymnastics when you were young?"

Mi Zhiqiu gave her thumbs up, "Not really, but my bones are amazing, and my body bends forward by [-] centimeters."

This is a very good result among boys, and Xia Xin, who barely managed to break zero, suddenly praised him, "If you have short legs, it is really easy to sit and bend forward, and the result is very good."

Mi Zhiqiu, who was obviously tall but was forced to have short legs because Xia Xin was suddenly too tall, took a deep breath, walked to him and put his legs on the horizontal bar, "My upper body is only ten centimeters, and the rest are legs. "

Xia Xinran and him learned to applaud when they were perfunctory, and when he saw Mi Zhiqiu's exposed ankle seemed to be shining white in the dark, he suddenly asked, "What day is today?"

This topic spans a bit too much, Mi Zhiqiu didn't realize it, "Thursday?"

Xia Xin suddenly smiled, "What about tomorrow?"

Mi Zhiqiu felt that Xia Xinran had stayed with him for a long time, and his speaking style was also confusing, so he replied in a daze, "Friday?"

This is obviously not the correct answer.

It wasn't until Xia Xinran walked into their dormitory the next day carrying a cake that he understood Xia Xinran's meaning.

Tomorrow is my birthday.

The leader was polite there, "Oh, this is the birthday star who came here on a special trip. I'm not far away to welcome you, Heizi! Get on the stool!"

Dahei hurriedly stood up, gave Xia Xinan the chair, pushed him down and turned off the lights.

Xia Xin, who just came to deliver the cake, was forced to celebrate his birthday in a funny way. The leader's computer played a deafening symphony version of Happy Birthday, and several people surrounded him and asked Xia Xin to make a wish like a child.

Mi Zhiqiu saw the candle flickering beautifully on Xia Xinran's face, and the reluctant person closed his eyes seriously.

The violin in the background music is as mellow as running water, enveloping the scene.

When sharing the cake, Mi Zhiqiu asked Xia Xinran what kind of wish he made just now, so pious.

Xia Xin suddenly smiled, "How can anyone ask someone's birthday wish?"

Mi Zhiqiu changed the question, "Then what birthday gift do you want?"

Xia Xin suddenly answered irrelevantly, "Are you free on Christmas Day this weekend?"

Mi Zhiqiu answered decisively, "No."

This answer was too direct, the trumpet's voice floated all the way, and Xia Xin's eyes fell all the way.

Mi Zhiqiu added, "Christmas is my mother's birthday. If you don't want to spend it alone, why not come to my house. My mother likes to be lively."

As soon as Dahei turned on the light, the room and Xia Xinran's face lit up together, and the warm yellow light shone orange beside the lampshade.

Xia Xin nodded suddenly, "Happy birthday to Auntie."

The ups and downs of the music score, until here finally pulled down a steady coda, the sound of the cello is like a river, dragging the moonlight, full of profit and prosperity.

Xia Xin suddenly laughed and said that she had made a very good wish.

Before Mi Zhiqiu had time to ask, he was attacked by Dahei with cream, and they seemed to be unable to calm down when they stayed together.

The whole house was noisy.

Only Xia Xinran wishes to be quiet.

The 20-year-old's wishes are as ambivalent as he is.

He wants to exchange with the country he likes, and he also wants not to be separated from Mi Zhiqiu.