Xiaohan's red and falling swallows are heavy

The moon comes first near the water tower, and the sunny flowers become spring.

------Song Dynasty Su Lin's "Duanju"

In the early morning, it was drizzling outside, and through the window, you could see the leaves glowing brightly, the sky was bluer, and there was a hint of coolness in the air, passing through the window lattice, immersed in a heavy dreamland, awakening his sleeping soul .

Looking around, Yi and Kang are still wandering in the illusion, but Hao has disappeared, leaving a messy scene.He got off the bed lightly, stood on the balcony, and took a breath.Indeed, the drizzle in autumn is refreshing in the haze, cleansing people's hearts, but adding a little melancholy.The birds perched on the trees, brushing their feathers in the drizzle.The wind was also cold, coming gently, and Chong couldn't help shivering.A drop of autumn rain fell on Chong's shoulders, like a lover's pink tears, falling sadly.Amorous feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more desolate for Qingqiu Festival.What a vivid portrayal, in the autumn, Luohong just went away like this, thinking about this, I couldn't help constricting my throat twice, and the corners of my eyes became moist.Everything is buried in this autumn.Ah, why are you so desperate.Perhaps, everything is born again in this autumn rain.

In Chong's mind, the pink figure flashed again, with the gently shaking braids and dancing steps, stirring Chong's heart.Waves surged in his heart, Han Xiao was coming back, a strong premonition drove him to speed up the pace.

Zhong walked alone in the rain without an umbrella, letting the drizzle wet his clothes.There was no discomfort, no anxiety.Only enjoy quietly and savor carefully.

At that moment, there were no raindrops suddenly, and there were a few more ticks of rain hitting the umbrella above the head.When I raised my head suddenly, there was a pink umbrella in the air. I followed the handle of the umbrella and looked down. At the terminal, a slender hand was holding the umbrella handle tightly.Like a goddess holding the holy fire.Along the slender arms, I saw a pink smiling face, a sweet smile, a wet forehead, and water droplets in the temples.Still pink dress, white sandals, taking care of delicate little feet.He squatted down and helped her tie the untied shoelaces, only to find that she stood on tiptoe, and her toes turned red due to the pressure, like red dates in autumn.Standing up again, I hugged the pink angel, and the warm feeling spread all over my body.Suddenly, I heard a few strange coughs next to me.

Han Xiao gently pushed Chong away with his hands, his face flushed with shame, seeing that Chong was drenched in rain, he lowered his head and held up the umbrella again.While hesitating, he saw the lotus-like shyness on Han Xiao again.At that moment, he was convinced that he had found the person he was looking for in his life.

Li Heying said from the side: "Which song are you singing? Professor you and my Han Xiao, this is..."

Han Xiao hurriedly said: "Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong."

Chong laughed and said: "Two students, don't joke, it's nothing!"

After Chong finished speaking, he jumped out of Han Xiao's umbrella, like a child who has made a mistake.Unexpectedly, the umbrella cover chased after him.

Li said: "Professor, don't run away, even the umbrella can't catch up."

Ying said: "Don't worry, our Han Xiao's umbrella has magic power, you can catch up wherever you go."

Zhong and Han Xiao walked in the rain, Li on the left, and Ying on the right.Li is a lively girl and Ying is a hot girl.There is a long parachute team in front, and a long parachute team behind.Surrounded by myself and Han Xiao, it was like a grand wedding, and the two of them were a happy couple.

While walking, the heavy arm occasionally touched Han Xiao's arm, which was soft and warm.Surrounded by a faint fragrance of jasmine, it is intoxicating.When they arrived in the classroom, Han Xiao greeted them emphatically, and sat in the last row.Just sitting like this, there is no conversation between classes.Originally, she and her two sisters had been sitting together, but she didn't expect that today, there were no sisters beside her, only one heavy.

Zhong has been fascinated by happiness, and it is difficult to control the strange heartbeat.Minutes and seconds passed, and I didn't notice it.The teacher's lecture is only background music, because the theme song at this time is the chord of love.The students around are just the green leaves as a foil, because there is only one pure and beautiful hibiscus here.With her, azalea dimmed its bright red, and peony lost its grace and luxury.Zhong quietly waited for their tacit understanding.Unexpectedly, the pure and beautiful love affair would start naturally like this.On that day, the unexpected encounter, the instant heartbeat, and the constant obsession.In Zhong's life, it should be said that this time I truly experienced the feeling of being in love.At that moment, I saw you, and you saw me.I want to greet you, and you want to greet me.I want to be close to you, and you want to be close to me.I'm in love with you, and you're in love with me.This may be the fate of the previous life.Even after nine hundred and ninety-nine reincarnations, they will finally meet again at the agreed place.

After school was over, Han Xiao packed up her things, lightly patted Chong on the shoulder, and said, "Goodbye, professor!"

Lifting his head again, what he saw was waving little hands and a sweet smile.Looking at her big blinking eyes again, she said with a smile, "Goodbye Han Xiao!" Han Xiao turned around lightly, with smooth curves.He watched Han Xiao's back with heavy eyes, and the pink gauze skirt floated as he walked. Isn't that just a water lotus in the wind?It disappeared in an instant, but the faint fragrance lingered around.

The afternoon sun shines through the window lattice.In Chong's mind, the faint pink and fragrance are always lingering.Sitting quietly on the balcony alone, the breeze blows, carrying a strong fragrance of grain.The willows are whirling in the wind, and the bees are dancing among the flowers.The blue sky in the distance is so blue, and the white clouds have become her elegant skirt.A pair of wild geese flapped their wings lightly, and the tacit melody was the chord of love.In an instant, Chong felt his body became lighter, and the soles of his feet felt wind.Turn into that wild goose and fly freely with your partner.A happy person is a magic potion, she can change your flesh and blood, and reshape your soul.Let your blood flow gallopingly, let your breath be free and strong, let your heart be full of the heat of love.Lover, will make you reborn into a fairy.

Kang called Chong to go to class, and Chong and Kang went downstairs together, chatting with each other.Since he just broke up with his girlfriend, he has become more dependent on Zhong.Love is far away, friendship is deep, this is Kang's philosophy.But heavy, his love came, and friendship also came.

The two were walking along the corridor when they heard a group of girls playing.The two turned their heads at the same time, and saw that it was Han Xiao and the three of them.Kang hurriedly turned around and joined them.Chong waited there quietly, watching them with a faint smile.He didn't think too much about it, who knew that Kang's turn around and his stay would be his and Han Xiao's fate.

Within a few seconds, they came closer, and Kang was still laughing wantonly with them.I feel a little envious again, it is a familiar tacit understanding.Han Xiao waved his hand again, and said with a smile, "Hi, professor!"

Zhong Ye smiled and said: "Hello Han Xiao." This is just a very ordinary greeting, and it is also the secret language of love between the two.Chong walked on the side, didn't say anything, just followed their rhythm closely.

When he arrived at the teaching building, Kang left and went to the classroom of the second class.Zhong and Han Xiao walked into the classroom of Class One.Li and Ying naturally went to the table in the north, Han Xiao walked to the front, followed closely behind, and went to the last row, which was the table from yesterday.Han Xiao carefully cleaned the tables and stools outside first, and signaled to sit down again.Although Han Xiao looks so petite, she takes good care of Zhong, making her look like a careful elder sister.Han Xiao signaled to sit down again, and hurriedly said: "Thank you, thank you." Han Xiao wiped her own table and said, "You're welcome."

Han Xiao sat on the inside, the space was small, and when she bent over to sit down, her head hit her heavy shoulder.She just heard "Oh" and covered her forehead with her hand.Chong Mang turned sideways and asked with concern: "Are you all right, I'm really sorry."

Han Xiao rubbed her forehead and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I bumped into you, hehe, I was not careful."

Looking at Han Xiao's red cheeks again, it looks like a red cloud hanging in the sky, which is uniquely beautiful.The bell rang, and the two continued to wait quietly.Han Xiao recorded carefully, but Chong wrote and drew one by one, and felt her every move with his peripheral vision.Han Xiao's slender forearm pressed the notebook, and her ruddy little hand held the pen, writing lines of neat and beautiful small characters.It would be a crime for a woman to have beauty and talent.Han Xiao's hair, which was hanging down, swayed elastically along with the writing room, like thin vines, dotted with water droplets and trembled in the breeze.Looking at Han Xiao's side face, the clear outline.A tall nose bridge, a pink face, and cherry red lips.The long black eyelashes set off the spring-like eyes.The small ears are vaguely hidden between the hair, and the soft earlobe can be clearly seen with crystal silver studs.Slight snorting, undulating shoulders, exuding a faint fragrance.Chong couldn't help thinking of a line of poem: "Sparse shadows slanting horizontally, water clear and shallow, dark fragrance floating in the moon and dusk." He wrote it in the notebook casually, and gently arched Han Xiao's arm.Han Xiao turned her head, took a heavy look, turned her eyes again, and motioned her to take a look.Han Xiao pulled the notebook over, fixed her eyes on the heavy words, looked at the heavy ones again, smiled, and wrote a few words on the notebook casually.Then moved the notebook over and took it again, Han Xiao was still snickering.When he looked carefully, he was shocked.I saw it said: "Well written, keep working hard." There is a big "excellent" word below, and there is still time.It's like a teacher correcting a student's homework, he laughed twice, turned his face to the side and pillowed on the notebook, looked at Han Xiao, speechless, just read quietly.Han Xiao picked up the pen, tapped the heavy head lightly, and signaled to listen carefully.

Chong likes the joy of freedom like this, and if it lasts like this for a long time, he is willing to give up everything.The love between two people is slowly sprouting, with a bit of curiosity, a bit of excitement, a bit of longing, a bit of heartbeat, and it grows silently.

After class, Zhong has been immersed in the enrichment of possession.But somehow the two of them didn't know what to talk about yet.It may be that the time of contact is still short, and they are still a little unfamiliar, and they can't find a common topic for a while.It may also be just the beginning, just a surge of the heart, and I don't know how to start yet.In fact, why think so much.No matter what is accumulated with time, so is love.When people from two worlds come to one world, they subvert the original self, merge with each other, and get used to each other.

Han Xiao stretched out his left arm, pointed to the back of his left hand with his right hand and said, "Professor, look at the bag on the back of your hand."

She turned her face to the side, and there was a bump the size of a red bean in the middle of the back of her hand.Zhong said, "It's okay, it should be a pearl. Does it hurt?"

Han Xiao pressed it by herself, and said, "It doesn't hurt. Try it."

He said again: "When did you have it?" As he spoke, he stretched out his index finger and pressed lightly, making it soft and slippery.

Han Xiao said: "There has always been."

He said again: "It's okay, there are pearls on the back of the hand, which is the appearance of a nobleman."

Han Xiao said, "Do you know how to read faces?"

He said again: "Hehe, of course." He picked up a pen, and wrote a few words on the back of Han Xiao's hand, 'This is a pearl, don't touch it.This is it. '"

Han Xiao saw it, stood up, patted heavily on the head, and pretended to be angry.Holding his head heavily, he leaned on the table and begged for mercy.

Han Xiao sat down and said solemnly: "Professor, you really know how to read pictures. Show me sometime."

He said again: "Okay, anytime."

After the bell rang, the classroom returned to calm.Chong and Han Xiao are still reminiscing about the little warmth just now.In love and the ocean, there is only the innocence and innocence of children.There is no vulgarity of money, nor the filth of interests.