Xiqing as usual GL

I swallowed and quickly lowered my head, putting the folded things aside.Her eyes fell on the thing I folded just now, she chuckled and said, "How old are you? Do you still make paper cranes?"

My face immediately felt like it was on fire, although it wasn't because of what she just said.I raised my head and retorted, "The paper crane is good, don't you think the paper crane is a kind of thing to place your thoughts on?"

She sat on the stool and rested her chin, her slanted long hair was half draped over her shoulders because of her movements.I scratched my head, not knowing where to put my eyes.

"So, is there someone you're missing? Which family's son is it?"

Her words pierced my heart, why is this sentence so harsh, I almost jumped up and shouted "I didn't."

She slowly pulled my sleeve and said softly, "Okay, okay, don't be angry, if you don't have it, you won't."

I sat down angrily, holding the paper crane in one hand, staring at the red rope on her head, and then remembered that it was a gift from me.

"Hey, I gave this to you. It's so beautiful and it suits you."

Sincerely praise, although it is just an inconspicuous red string, but I think she wears it very beautifully.She took the red rope from her hair, and instantly her long hair fell over her shoulders, like a fairy falling from the sky, and like a seductive elf.

Before I had time to say that she was beautiful, she stretched out her hand and pulled off my hijab, and my long hair fell to my shoulders. She quickly pulled my hair back and asked, "Why are you pulling my hijab?"

She got up and came around behind me and pulled my hands away, then she put her hands up my hair and tied it with a thing.I asked curiously, "Hey. What are you doing?"

She turned around and took the bronze mirror from the cabinet and put it in front of me, and brought the candle close so that I could see myself through the bronze mirror.

The hair was still loose, tied with a bright red string.I quickly grabbed it off, "It's not suitable for me, it's better if you wear it, come on, I'll tie it up for you."

The ribbon was a little long in my hand, and I reached out to give it back to her.Seeing her reach out to pick it up, I suddenly clenched my hand.

Her hand was on mine.The slender hands were able to hold it completely. Although her hands were a little callused, they felt good to the touch, and her heartbeat seemed to speed up.

It was her puzzled face, I let go, what the hell was I doing.

Let go of her hand, she wanted to retract it first, but found that her hand was entangled, and somehow it was tied in a knot.I pulled it off, and saw her end move, and she softly called out, "Don't pull it, I'm untying it."

I was in a good mood suddenly, and I sat on the stool with my chin in my hands and watched her untie the red string on her hand. "It is said that Yuelao will tie a red string on the hands of two people who are destined to be together, and the red string will guide them to come together. We will be married. This is really fun for us Yes. If the end of the red rope is tied to an academician tonight, you probably won’t want to untie it for the rest of your life.”

Making a harmless joke, I smiled and watched her face turn red."Stop talking nonsense," she said angrily.

"I'm not talking nonsense, I'm telling the truth, isn't it? Don't you really want to be with the academician?"

She shook her head and sighed a little, "I really don't know how I met someone like you, you are smart and don't go too far, okay?"

"I'm smart, isn't it? If I were a man, I would definitely be the champion. People have to be smart. Don't you like smart people?"

One sentence made her laugh, I found it really easy to make her laugh, why didn't I always see her smile before?

"I like serious people, not oily dudes. You know what? If you are a man, you must be very personable. Although you are a bit oily, you are still a serious second-generation ancestor."

I raised my eyebrows and smiled evilly, "Then should I thank you for your compliment? Come on, give me a smile."

She put on a look of helplessness, "If you say you're fat, you're really out of breath. I won't laugh."

She said she didn't laugh, but her mouth was still full of smiles, and she tried her best to hold back.I approached her, "Little beauty, don't hold back, just laugh if you want. I won't blame you."

She snorted and said softly, "Go. No seriousness."

I was cheerfully sent by her to take a bath.I feel very good, as if I haven't felt this good in a long time.

Trapped by my father in my hometown, annoyed by my brother's affairs, my mother can't find someone to talk to intimately, she always pulls me to have a heart-to-heart talk, so tired.

After bathing easily, I walked back, and it was really refreshing after bathing.The smell of sweat is also gone.

Back in the house, she was still writing. This time she changed the desk, and she was sitting at her desk with a pen in her hand, not knowing what she was writing.In the blank space next to it is the paper crane I folded just now.

I leaned closer curiously to see what she was writing.But there is only one sentence in the whole article, "Hold your hand and grow old with you."

But there is no such sentence in the book unfolded on the table.I leaned over, "Miss, you just wrote this sentence when the paper was full? Could it be that you were punished by the master for copying this sentence?"

She stared blankly at me, and after a while she came back to her senses, looked down at the table and realized that she had written a whole page.She let out a soft cry, and the pen in her hand fell down and hit the paper. I picked up the pen and placed it beside the inkstone.

"How could I write this sentence?" She didn't seem to understand why she wrote this sentence.

I took the paper crane and squeezed it in my hand, and urged her, "Forget it, maybe it's because I've been too tired these two days, go to sleep, I'll be busy tomorrow."

She echoed in a daze.Going to my bed and lying down, I rearranged the pile of books by the way. I squatted in front of the table and gently unfolded the paper crane I just folded. A crooked sentence came into view.

"Hold your hand and grow old with your son."

Silently, the paper cranes fell with the wind.Just a coincidence?How can I write the same sentence.

In the dark, are some things destined long ago and cannot be changed?