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The snow came earlier than expected.

They are like catkins floating in the air, dragging the tails of the previous year and fluttering, as if they are running to welcome the new year.

Southerners are always very rare on snow, so heads stick out from the dormitory building, looking at the dangling white sky.

The leader from the north spurned them for not having seen the world, and clapped their hands to attract the attention of these people, "Kids, have you finished observing nature?"

Dahei turned around, "Teacher Meng, do your calculations, the amount of snow will not melt tomorrow, right?"

The leader took out the calculator and clicked it a few times, "No."

Those who ask and those who answer are serious.

Dahei immediately raised his hands idealistically and cheered "Long live Teacher Meng", as if the snow was bestowed by him.

Simple people are easy to be happy, as if the branches are covered with white, and they can be buried in the soft cloud-like snow with a single jump.

Mi Zhiqiu also seemed to believe it, and sent a text message to Xia Xinran, "Teacher Meng has predicted that we can build a snowman tomorrow."

That's how the rumors spread.

Fortunately, the leader's presses on the calculator were a miracle. After one night, the snow was thick and full, and it was big enough to scream ghosts by the window.

They opened all the windows on the balcony last night.

Although the leader really couldn't understand the brain circuit of this group of people, why would some people want snow in the house, but he was embarrassed to discourage their enthusiasm.

Waking up early in the morning, Dahei and Mi Zhiqiu wandered around the balcony door wearing gloves, studying how to pile the snow on the balcony into a snowman.

When Xia Xinran came to visit, he saw a snow block that was said to be round or square on a dirty snowdrift. Dahei was stuffing buttons on the unknown object that looked like a head, and Mi Zhiqiu was studying it. How to round this "head".

The leader was in charge of laughing, "Why do you think the snowman was made out of kneading?"

Every part of the snowman was firmly pressed, and it might take an ice sculptor to save it. Dahei gave up and broke off its head, feeling that this was a newly developed heavy weapon.

This blow was not enough to destroy their love for snow. After class in the evening, Dahei called people and horses to continue artistic creation.

The famous snowman master, Mr. Leader is in charge of conducting.

He rolled a snowball on the ground, picked it up seriously, and showed it to several others, "This is the first step in our grand career."

Mi Zhiqiu felt that he was like the monkey that showed Simba in The Lion King.

This association made him laugh out loud, and the leader thought that his humor had moved him, so he continued to work hard and passionately explained every step that followed.

So the leader groaned and groaned and buried himself in rolling the snowball, which was big and round.Dahei, who has not been reasonably assigned tasks, is unwilling to be lonely, and grabs Xue to sneak around people's backs.

Shaorui, the hard worker, was hit by a trick, and the sneak attack immediately turned into a snowball fight, and the scene became chaotic for a while. When the leader showed everyone the finished product, the remaining few people had no idea where their hats fell, and their heads were all melted. Open water drops.

Mi Zhiqiu glanced sideways at Xia Xinran, his face was hit several times by himself, and he didn't know whether it was hot or cold, and his face was slightly red.

Oh, and it might hurt too.Mi Zhiqiu laughed again.

Xia Xin suddenly touched his slightly damp hair, saw that Mi Zhiqiu beside him was laughing for some reason, and brushed the wet bangs on his forehead behind his ears.

The broken hair was not long enough, and it fell back in front of my eyes.

At night, the snow refracts the light so delicately that it looks like moonlight.

Xia Xin suddenly said, "Why do I always feel that your hair should be cut?"

The street lamps along both sides are like bells being ringed, and the jingle bells are lit up. The snow falls heavily at night, and soon the footprints of the day are buried, and it becomes a quiet area.

On a whim, they decided to write big characters on the snow and photographed it from the top of the building. After discussing it, they decided that it would be better to write the house number of the dormitory.

They finished drawing a few big numbers with their feet completely relying on spatial imagination. They stayed behind the only one who was not in this dormitory, Xia Xinran, to look at things, and the others slipped to the roof of the teaching building to look down.

A few numbers are crooked, like graffiti left by children with crayons, maybe only they can understand.

But the snow was fluffy, and a circle of street lamps by the lawn blankly surrounded this rough work, as if in a trance, Mi Zhiqiu didn't know why but wanted to take a picture of it.

He took out his mobile phone and looked downstairs. There was a little Xia Xinran in the frame, looking up at the window.

The snowy night did not allow Mi Zhiqiu to see him clearly, only the fuzzy edges of his red clothes were particularly conspicuous in the world of white flowers.It doesn't even seem to be red, not so bright, but like a pomegranate seed, faintly crystal clear, as if it is transparent when held under the light.

Mi Zhiqiu remembered when he was a child in a kindergarten, his mother would pick him up in a red car every weekend. The road was straight and stretched to the horizon. The city in the noisy world was very contradictory, colorful and dull. , but as long as that car shows a little bit of luster, it can be full of color in Mi Zhiqiu's world.

It tastes sweet just by looking at it.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and it seemed to be telling them to go back early. Several people almost fled back to the dormitory, and the snow sneaked into their hair.

Mi Zhiqiu asked Xia Xinran, "What were you looking at just now?"

Xia Xin flicked her hair suddenly like a small animal, "I'll be watching whatever you're looking at."

He probably meant snow.

Mi Zhiqiu saw that his lower eyelashes seemed to be drooping a little more because of dampness, and thought a little funny, I'm looking at someone I like.

"I just looked at you and thought of my mother."

Xia Xin smiled suddenly, getting used to his sudden arrival, and summed it up, "You want to be my father, and you also want me to be your mother."

Mi Zhiqiu did some research, "It doesn't seem to be simple, it requires me to marry your mother, and then you marry my father."

Xia Xinran comforted him, "It's easier than world peace."

This section of the corridor seems to be very long today. Mi Zhiqiu saw that the color of the streetlight outside the window was different from that of the school building, probably because it was the only one stationed here, with a pale face.

It seems that there are many impulses, urging him to continue to say something.

But before he could speak, Xia Xin called his name first.

Mi Zhiqiu.

Xia Xinran seldom called his full name like that, the two of them always seemed to walk together naturally, there was no process of greeting, Mi Zhiqiu suddenly became nervous for some reason.

Xia Xin suddenly noticed Mi Zhiqiu's serious expression, and suddenly smiled, "It's nothing serious."

He paused, then grabbed another handful of hair, "I got the notification this afternoon."

I don't know if it was Mi Zhiqiu's illusion, but he always felt that each comma was suddenly and slowly dismantled by Xia Xin, turning it into incomplete sentences.

He could only respond in this puzzled pause.

He said yes.

Xia Xin suddenly smiled again, and said softly, "The British application has been approved, and I will go to London next semester."

Maybe the street lamp standing alone is not lonely, and it does not have emotions. It is its instinct to accompany the night, and the day is destined to come in a few hours.

At every window in the corridor, Mi Zhiqiu seemed to be interpreting his heart for that lamp, and unconsciously followed Xia Xin and suddenly laughed.

"Of course you'll pass."

He patted the snow on Xia Xinran's head, "Congratulations."

The snow is fleeting, and it does not melt on the hair, and no one dares to touch it.

Pieces fell to the ground.