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As he wished, Xin Wan shared half of the bed in Song Heng's room with the pillow and quilt in his arms.

When tidying up the bed, Song Heng's words were still in his mind, which made people palpitate for no reason, as if hooked to the apex of the heart.Did he make Song Heng helpless?He wanted to sleep with Song Heng, but if he couldn't, he wouldn't make things difficult for Song Heng—it wasn't his original intention to cause trouble to others.

The door rang, and Song Heng walked in with a hair dryer. As soon as he plugged it in, Xin Wan walked over on his knees from the bed, "Let me blow it for you."

Song Heng didn't say much, and handed him the hair dryer.

There was only one bedside lamp on, and the light was so dim that it was hard to see carefully, Xin Wan would not blow-dry others' hair, and while thinking about the action of blow-drying her own hair, she brushed his hair seriously.Song Heng's hair was thick black and hard, and when fingers passed through it would leave wet water marks, which quickly evaporated.

Although Xin Wan deliberately adjusted the hot air to a lower level to prolong the time, her hair still dried quickly.Song Heng turned his head and said, "It's fine."

"Oh," Xin Wan withdrew her hands, crawled into the bed, fixed her eyes on him, and found that Song Heng's shoulders and waistline were beautiful.He was inexplicably reminded of "Hiroshima Mon Love", the scene where the woman's fingertips were embedded in the man's vigorous shoulder muscles, sexy and ambiguous.

The bedside lamp was also off, so it was dark and the side of the bed was sunken.

Xin Wan tossed and turned for two rounds, finally gathered enough courage, faced him, and asked, "Brother, are you angry?"

Song Heng said, "Why are you angry?"

"I feel that you are unhappy, is it because of me?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Song Heng was silent for a while after saying this, leaning on his right hand, "My reason."

"Then how can you be happier?" Xin Wan squeezed her hands anxiously, "I want you to be happier."

Song Heng said softly: "There's no need to make others happy, any emotion is normal, as long as it's not extreme, it doesn't matter."

"But I feel so happy when I see you, and I thought it would be great if you could see me too," Xin Wan couldn't see clearly in the dark, Xin Wan could only vaguely see the lines of Song Heng's side face, he said, "Brother, I was in a bad mood today. I didn't want to say anything, and I didn't play with Qiuqiu. I fell asleep and dreamed badly, but when I woke up and saw you, I thought it was no big deal." He sighed, "It's amazing."

Song Heng turned his head to look at him: "Why are you in a bad mood?"

Xin Wan didn't want to expose the sad things, it seemed that he was being pitiful: "Can I not talk about it?"

Song Heng didn't ask any more questions, and said softly, "Then go to sleep."

She had already fallen asleep once, and Xin Wan didn't fall asleep for a long time. Hearing his breathing became even, she quietly approached him, put her forehead on his shoulder, and then fell asleep. When she woke up, she had already changed It became a hugging position, like a koala.Xin Wan walked away a little embarrassed, but also felt happy.

I didn't think about it until the next morning when I forgot to take cold medicine, but my nose didn't feel so bad anymore.

Xin Wan thought that not only would he feel better when he saw Song Heng, but even his illness would be healed.

——Of course, this kind of anti-scientific statement can only be a small joy in my heart, and it is not suitable to be brought to the stage.

A cold officially declared the white flag of surrender in mid-December, and the illustration competition was left behind by him. It was nothing more than accepting the fact that he was not good at learning. Chu Hefei was right, he was not yet ready to participate in the competition Degree.

Xin Wan would go to the flower shop to buy flowers from time to time, which made him even get acquainted with the shop assistant.The clerk was Xue Xiang, a tall, thin and handsome man with a gentle temper. The reason for the chat was that Xin Wan was buying red roses and sunflowers for the second time.

"Who do you want to give it to?" Xue Xiang asked him.

"To..." Xin Wan fumbled from the title, "To someone I like very much."

Xue Xiang said "Oh", looking as usual, picked out a matching bouquet for him, tied it tightly with fine hemp rope, and said with a smile when handing it to him: "Then I wish you and him a happy day."

As the day progresses and Christmas approaches, flower shops also begin to sell Ping An fruits in beautiful packages.During the lunch break, Xin Wan went to the flower shop. Xue Xiang sat behind the table packing apples, tied a knot with a shiny plastic rope, and asked, "Do you want to buy Ping An fruit?"

"The school can't talk about foreign festivals," Xin Wan said pretendingly, and moved a little closer to pick out a plump one. "How much is this?"

Xue Xiang carefully packed his share: "Who are you going to give it to?"

Xin Wan didn't make a sound, and smiled a little embarrassedly, tacitly.

Xue Xiang picked the most beautiful apple from the basket, wrapped it up, and put it on the other side. Xin Wan sat on the high chair and shook her feet: "Are you going to give this away?"

Xue Xiang lowered her head and smiled tenderly: "Yes."

Xin Wan straightened the wrinkles on the Ping An fruit package, knowingly asked: "Wow, girlfriend."

Xue Xiang remained silent, but the smile on his face faded, his emotions were hidden in the shadow of his eyelashes, and he said after a while, "Yes." Then he continued to pack apples in silence.The music from the end of the school's lunch break rang outside, and Xin Wan left.

It is inconvenient to bring Ping An Guo directly, so Xin Wan wears her school uniform jacket, and there is a gap at the desk by the window, which is convenient for hiding.

Xin Wan just sat down on the seat, just lowered her head, before she could put it in, she heard footsteps, and Wen Xiang's chair next to her was pulled away, Fang Yichuan said: "Hey!"

Xin Wan was taken aback, and looked over suddenly, her eyes met the bright plastic exterior, Fang Yichuan was holding a Ping An fruit, and her eyes were smug: "It looks good, doesn't it?"

"I thought it was a teacher..." Xin Wan said, "It looks good, what's wrong?"

"For you, happy Christmas Eve." Fang Yichuan casually put the Ping An fruit on his desk.

"Give it to me?" Xin Wan didn't expect this, and naturally she didn't plan to return the gift. After struggling for two or three seconds, she put the Ping An fruit that she was going to hide in her hand, "Here, then this is for you."

There was another sound of scrawled footsteps next to him, and the table in front of him was torn apart with a sharp sound. Zhang Hao probably just came back from the toilet, and his hands were still full of water. He flicked it casually twice, and the water droplets almost splashed on Xin Wan's face.

"I'm ignorant, Fang Yichuan, why are you here again?" Zhang Hao glanced at the back and gave a heavy "tsk", "Have you stayed here? The two boys are so close, like those girls of."

Probably because of sexual orientation, Xin Wan's tone made Xin Wan feel uncomfortable. He deliberately ignored it, and handed the Ping An Guo forward again: "Hurry up and take it."

Zhang Hao said "Yo", sat down on the seat, skillfully picked up the homework book at the same table and started copying homework, "We even gave things to each other."

"You're sick, Zhang Hao." Fang Yichuan stood up abruptly, took the Ping An fruit, and looked at him from around. He knocked on Xin Wan's desk and said, "I'm leaving first, let's talk after school."

"It's not like I said, you two are like giving a token of love," Zhang Hao lowered his head and copied his homework quickly, "Those who don't know think you two are having sex, love four—"

There was a violent sound, the fist hit the flesh and made a muffled sound, the books on the table fell to the ground and scattered, the whole class fell silent, Xin Wan looked at Fang Yichuan blankly, Fang Yichuan's chest heaved violently, his fists were clenched, and he was still shaking, The lips moved.

Before he could react, Zhang Hao got up from the ground, rushed over, and also punched him: "You mother, there is something wrong!"

The author says:

Oops, we didn't get together so soon, and there are still things that haven't been resolved yet.Recently, I was working on another manuscript, and I was crying. I really wanted to create seven or eight me.Just in case someone didn't pay attention to what was said before, let me say it again, Fang Yichuan is just a supporting role, he won't be ambiguous with consciousness, and he won't be bloody, just supporting the story as full as possible.Not tomorrow, but the day after tomorrow, I'm leaving.