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The girl noticed the boy from the moment he walked into the study room. She was carrying a bag on one shoulder, and her hair was a little curly. She was sitting by the window, slightly bowed and writing something, her bangs fell meekly to cover her eyes .

She was not thinking about the book, regretted that she didn't put on her makeup properly today, and was afraid that there would be no next chance, so she imagined the scene several times in her heart, and finally plucked up the courage to go to the vending machine and buy a can of coffee to give away. he.

When he walked back to the study room, the boy was typing on his mobile phone.The wind blowing in from outside the window clung to his raised hair and shook it. I don't know if it was because the sun was too strong, and his outline was blurred.

Like the heart palpitations of seeing mermaids turn into bubbles.The girl saw the indifferent-looking boy leaning his head sideways and listening to something on the phone, and then suddenly smiled, with a dimple on his cheek.

Even though no one knew her original thoughts at all, she still hid the coffee behind her in a panic, and for some reason, her heart suddenly became soft.

She thought, this boy must already have someone he likes very much.

Mi Zhiqiu is not only sleepy in winter, but also tired in spring. Recently, he goes to the post office every day to complete a circle. If there is no class, he will do homework in the study room.But after writing postcards for Xia Xinran today, he was so tired of studying that he even packed his homework, pressed it under his buttocks, and scribbled on the draft pad.

He has never talked to anyone about his childhood wish, or if it is not a context that must be answered, he will probably just say no.

After all, it is not a crime not to have a dream.The world likes to use dreams as slogans, but most people live without love. When it comes to things they wanted to do when they were young, they feel cute and ethereal.

Most of his impressions of kindergarten are playing the violin, and the rest is the difficult nap, the teacher gives a piece of fruit or sings the song of planting the sun and taking a bath.At that time, when people asked him, what do you want to do when you grow up, he would seriously say, not to play the violin.

Mi Zhiqiu always likes to calmly pull out a matter and judge it as a bystander, so it wasn't until he grew up that he vaguely understood what his former self really wanted.Perhaps because of being too sensitive, he pays too much attention to those trivial feelings, always belatedly aware of the answers that can be seen at a glance.

Just like he was busy filling a whole postcard with words just now, his mind was full of true expressions, and when he put down his pen, he realized that he was speaking the truth from the bottom of his heart.

Truths that would never have been spoken to others.

Mi Zhiqiu seriously seemed to be figuring out some powerful topic on the draft paper, but he wrote several rows of "ha" in the pen. The whole paper seemed to be smiling with his mouth, but he had no expression.

The phone suddenly turned on when he was writing on the fifth row.

Xia Xinran seemed to wake up earlier than usual, but the first sentence at the beginning made people confused, "You know what!"

Mi Zhiqiu counted the days when he sent the postcard, and only replied with two words, "What?"

Xia Xin suddenly sent a screenshot of the lock screen.

Mi Zhiqiu looked at his initial wallpaper, and felt that he was not talking about postcards, nor did he seem to have bought a new mobile phone, so he could only blink his eyes, "Is the wallpaper beautiful?"

Xia Xin suddenly gave another reminder, "Today is the last Sunday in March." Then, as if imagining the other party's bewildered face, he took the initiative to reveal the mystery, "British daylight saving time has begun."

Mi Zhiqiu didn't react, "Like our vernal equinox?"

I don't know if this rhetorical question is a bit outrageous, Xia Xinran replied a little slowly this time, and Mi Zhiqiu was about to check it online, when the other party sent a voice message directly.

The white dialog box floats there like a cloud.

Mi Zhiqiu lowered the volume, pressed play and put his ears to it.

Probably because of walking, the background sound was a little noisy, Xia Xinran's shallow laughter scratched his ears, "During daylight saving time, the time in the UK will be adjusted forward by one hour, which means that the time difference will be shortened. .”

I don't know if it's because Mi Zhiqiu lowered the volume, his voice fluttered like a feather.

"I am only seven hours away from China now."

Because the words "I and China" were spoken intermittently, Mi Zhiqiu's ears seemed to say, "You and I are only seven hours apart."

Mi Zhiqiu felt that he did it on purpose, and secretly clicked twice in his heart, and replied, "Then congratulations, stay up the same night and sleep later."

He looked at the photo that Xia Xinran sent again, and then took a screenshot of his own lock screen.

Time was running at a constant speed without stopping, except for an hour at the end of March, and Mi Zhiqiu recalled Xia Xinran's postcard saying he was going to Greenwich.

The last sentence before the signing is that I look forward to April.