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Xin Wan knew that he should run away.

He didn't understand why he stood still in the same place, and he captured the enemy before he fired an arrow.In many cases, he had no choice but to run away in front of Song Heng, and he couldn't use his eyes and tongue.

Song Heng's fingertips were very hot, which made him shiver and a little itchy, so he rubbed them lightly.

"Why don't you hide?" Song Heng looked up at him.

"...Now?" Xin Wan felt that she had lost the ability to express herself, desperately searching for words in her stomach, but what she said was not satisfactory, "Or was it last night?"

It is very white, as tender as soft tofu, and it is easy to leave marks. The red is like a poor-quality paint with dilute water. If it is applied, it is not a masterpiece.

"I'm a poor drinker, and I seldom drink alcohol. The last time I got drunk was in a foreign country. They made a mix, and I was drunk after only one small drink. I had a lot of fun abroad, and they even delivered it to my apartment. Woman," Song Heng suddenly chatted with him about the past, "I remember we were all very drunk."

Song Heng withdrew his hand, but the temperature on the skin could not dissipate, it was still hot.

Xin Wan became angry for no reason.How can this be done?Can you put someone on someone else's bed if you have an open style?But there are more important questions, like a piece of paper separated by flames, he asked: "Then you..."

"I didn't sleep," Song Heng replied bluntly, with his upper body leaning against the white wall and arms folded, "because the gender is wrong."

Qiuqiu was bored in Xin Wan's arms, and when he struggled, Xin Wan had no choice but to put it on the ground.Now her arms were empty, and she felt very insecure. Xin Wan pursed her lips and put her hands behind her back: "Then if the person who sent it was a boy."

"It'll be like last night."

Xin Wan's body froze all of a sudden, his eyes were sour, and he felt inexplicably wronged. He stared blankly at Song Heng.

"I don't want to bully children," Song Heng said, "especially... like you."

"You didn't bully me, you didn't hit me, and you didn't scold me," and he did it willingly. Xin Wan knew that he shouldn't say that, but his words were out of his control. He wanted to say, "Does that count as bullying? It doesn't hurt..."

He was silent for a while, and said, "I have identified the wrong person."

Xin Wan looked at him in confusion, forgetting to breathe instinctively.

got the wrong person?Xin Wan felt that this was probably an absurd drama, and he was actually the protagonist.Kissing, entanglement, indulging, hugging, rustling.The childish posture after being drunk is not for him to see.

Song Heng repeated again, "If I get drunk again in the future, you can push me away, or give me a slap, as you like. I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Song Heng apologized to him, but Xin Wan couldn't tell what it felt like, his heart was sore, as if he was clutching his hands, making him want to cry.

He heard himself say, "No, it's okay."

As soon as he started, Xin Wan saw white flying outside the glass.

He opened his eyes in a daze.Crushed white goose feathers and frozen tears fell crystal clear and beautifully.The sky is gray and orange, and white floats to the balcony,

It is snowing.

Chuxue was roughly the same as he imagined.In her conception, Xin Wan hoped that when the first snow fell, Song Heng would be there with Qiuqiu. No matter what she was doing, even if she was just holding a cup of hot water, that would be fine.

But not for this occasion.

The snow fell in early December, not too late.When Xin Wan was moving the succulents on the balcony, she saw a huge white eye that was half white and half dirty outside.The view from the sixteenth floor is very wide, as if the snow fell for him.

He felt that he was sad, and the word was not precise enough.

He is on the emotional border of sadness and envy, the word envy is really wonderful - "envy" refers to the sweetheart, "envy" refers to the dark under the lamp.

But Xin Wan can't blame Song Heng. After all, kissing is a matter between the two parties. It is he who chooses not to push Song Heng away. Say "Kiss again".

When I wake up in the morning, the sky and the earth are white, and I have to be careful on the way to school, but Xin Wan still falls.

The atmosphere in the class is very cheerful, full of happiness as if the New Year is approaching, Fang Yichuan is very proud: "I didn't lie to you, it's late, this snow is so heavy, according to the weather forecast, it will fall for two or three days."

"Two or three days..." Xin Wan murmured, resting her chin and looking out the window, "It's fine if you don't stop."

In the past two days, Song Heng seldom went home, and the content of text messages was always "you eat first", as if he didn't want to meet him.

Therefore, Xin Wan didn't have to hurry home, he discovered the joy of taking the bus, and it was good to get off one stop earlier and walk back, after all, going home was not an urgent matter.

There was a small shop on the side of the road. The sign at the door was faded, and it said all kinds of food. He bought a bottle of plum wine and a can of snow beer inside.Plum wine has a proof of 13 and snowflake has a proof of 8.I also bought an mp3, just to make up the money, it is full of old songs, and a pair of white headphones are also included.

He only took a sip of plum wine, it smelled sweet but tasted spicy.Will Song Heng get drunk because of this?He remembered that Song Heng's cheeks were red and hot when he was drunk.The rest he didn't try again, screwed the lid on and put it in the cabinet next to a stack of love letters.

The snow stops, and the sunny day will appear, and the golden light pierces everything.The strict silver decoration is also half-faded, half-hidden to seduce the sun clumsily.

While waiting for the bus at the bus stop, Xin Wan received another text message from Song Heng. The No. 45 bus stopped slowly, casting shadows and broadcasting clearly.But instead of getting into the car, he walked in the opposite direction.

It took about half an hour for Xin Wan to arrive at the destination. Looking up at the building, the steel and iron mud piled up brightly, the windows reflected the dim light of dusk, and the snowflakes did not leave the slightest trace.

She brushed away the snow beside the flower bed with her hands, Xin Wan didn't think it was dirty, and sat on the edge with her schoolbag in her arms.

There was a flat peach-colored pot on the ground. He stepped on the pot and heard the sound of rubbing against the ground. He could flatten it even more.In this white noise, Xin Wan used her poor imagination to think about what Song Heng was doing.

But the window was so small and so high that he couldn't see it.

It was completely dark and the street lights were on.It was a bit cold, and the strong winter wind made his face dry, and he couldn't help shivering slightly, so he stuffed his hands into the belly of the schoolbag, wrapped the scarf tighter, and buried half of his face in it.

The footsteps of pedestrians in a hurry, and the sound of car horns, waiting aimlessly is the most tormenting. Xin Wan feels that she is not suffering, but a little sleepy. Holding her schoolbag and shaking slightly, her eyelids are fighting, her consciousness is not clear, and even the surrounding Didn't pay much attention either.

He was really sleepy, and almost fell to the side, but someone helped him by the shoulders. Xin Wan was shocked, and looked up in confusion, saw the man's face clearly, feeling in a trance that he was dreaming.

The street lights were dim, Song Hengju looked at him from above, frowning, "What are you doing here?"

Xin Wan didn't react when he just woke up, but just stared at him blankly.

"Xin Wan," Song Heng felt a little helpless looking at this, and slowed down his tone, "Are you awake?"

"Ah..." Xin Wan rubbed her eyes, got down from the edge of the flower bed, and stood aside, "I'm waiting for you."

"wait for me?"

"Well," Xin Wan looked at him brightly, a little embarrassed, "I'll pick you up from get off work."

Song Heng seemed to hear something funny: "Pick me up from get off work?"

"Yes," Xin Wan nodded, determined, "I will pick you up from get off work."

The author says:

Yesterday, it was posted as a must-read today, and hundreds of comments came out. I was so excited, I thought that finally some readers would have the heart to buy me a sailor after seeing me. I opened it and saw that there were scoldings, so I was relieved. Come on, the quality of this navy is quite high, it looks like the real thing (just kidding, thank you for watching the article, continue tomorrow night.