deceased into ashes

The rising warm sun in winter shines on the front of the dormitory building. Motorbikes are not neatly parked downstairs, with a little snow on them. Standing beside the railing is a tall girl with a ponytail, holding a big scarf. .

It was very cold, and her exhaled breath was white. 17-year-old Yu Qingyue was wearing gloves and carrying something wrapped in a large scarf in her arms. Her face was flushed from the cold. She was running in place with her things in her arms. wearing a small circle.

It was only after seven o'clock in the morning, and most of the students in the dormitory had gone home on weekends. Zhou Qianyi came out of the dormitory with her long hair loose, but she didn't find the girl downstairs who was looking at her and smiling.She spread out the quilt, and spread it out again, and the quilt was refreshingly basking in the morning sun.

The air is warm and full of the smell of the sun, the quilt blows away a little dust in the air, and you can also smell the aroma of the roasted sweet potatoes baked by the grandmother downstairs.

That is the unique fragrance of youth.

It is the sweetest memory of my school days.

After Zhou Qianyi finished drying the quilt, she saw Yu Qingyue downstairs who was smiling at her; Yu Qingyue was blushing, and wrapped the big scarf around the things in her arms like a baby, Yu Qingyue looked at Zhou Qianyi and saw her Yes, still smiling so warmly.

"Qianyi!" Yu Qingyue shouted upstairs: "I'm coming!"

Zhou Qianyi saw the teasing eyes of her roommate next to her, and suddenly remembered the absurd things they did in the corner of the school, and instantly blushed.

The rosy skin looks even more lovely.

Like a little girl waiting to be married, young but sweet.

Yu Qingyue went upstairs in three steps at a time, the things in her arms were still warm.

Zhou Qianyi saw that her face was red from the cold when she came up, and she was so distressed that she didn't know what to do. She covered Yu Qingyue's red face with her hands, frowned and said, "Why don't you wear a scarf, look at your coldness." of......"

Yu Qingyue lowered her face and smiled, opened the scarf, took out the roasted sweet potatoes and steamed buns and soy milk inside, and said, "Today's breakfast is still hot, let's eat."

Zhou Qianyi looked at Yu Qingyue's foolish look holding the scarf, hugged her and smiled.

After they finished their breakfast, they went to the rooftop. Yu Qingyue mysteriously said that she had something to tell her, but she didn't understand, so Yu Qingyue carefully held her hand and walked up to the rooftop.

The roof is warm, and the sun is shining golden like gold floating in winter.

The school and the rest of the school can be seen from the rooftop.

It has been a long time since snow fell this year, and the thin white snow covers this small town, wrapping everything in peace.

Yu Qingyue let out a breath of white air, wrapped the scarf just now for the thin Zhou Qianyi, her eyes were full of tenderness, after she wrapped the person in her arms into a small rice dumpling, she scratched her head, hesitated for a long time before saying:

"Qianyi...you know...love letters, right?"

"Well, I know." Zhou Qianyi blinked her big eyes and looked at her: "What's wrong?"

"That's right, I..." Yu Qingyue said in a muffled voice as if angry: "I saw someone stuffed you with a love letter..."

In high school, stuffing love letters was not uncommon. Yu Qingyue saw others stuffing love letters to Zhou Qianyi a few times, and privately taught those people a lesson, but she never dared to tell Zhou Qianyi.

When Zhou Qianyi heard this, he suddenly burst out laughing, laughing that the child-like person in front of him was so childish, he wanted to eat this kind of jealousy.

"Okay, okay," Zhou Qianyi gently rubbed Yu Qingyue's frozen red face, and said, "Didn't I confiscate it? I won't accept it in the future, okay? Don't be angry."

Yu Qingyue nodded with bright eyes as if she had received a promise. She carefully took out the envelope from her pocket, then shoved it to Zhou Qianyi in embarrassment, and said in a slightly blunt tone: "I...I have never written a love letter. ..This is what I give you... From now on! From now on... I will write all the love letters to you... Is that okay?"

The last sentence seems flattering and a little pathetic.

Zhou Qianyi accepted the slightly wrinkled envelope, the paper was still warm, it looked like it had been covered for a long time.

"What do you want to eat tomorrow morning? I'll bring it to you again. I'll bring it to you every day, as long as you're happy." Yu Qingyue held Zhou Qianyi's hand, lowered her head slightly, looking humble, and refused to let go of her hand for a long time .

"I'm very happy that you came." Zhou Qianyi rubbed the letter with his left hand and smiled foolishly.

Later, she sent more than a dozen love letters one after another. In five years, from the first year of high school to the sophomore year, the handwriting became more and more beautiful, and the writing style became more and more beautiful.

Zhou Qianyi put them away one by one and locked them in a small treasure box.

The words and sentences in the love letter range from green to mature, from simple to deep.

Bit by bit, it's all their love.

17-year-old Zhou Qianyi likes to stand by the window, waiting for Yu Qingyue who runs towards her holding a scarf.

And 17-year-old Yu Qingyue was looking forward to Zhou Qianyi who was smiling at her with loose long hair.

The snow at that time was sweet and tasted like the sun.

It is sweet love.

And they are gone forever.