The cold goddess always wants to bend me

As the party drew to a close, the bright lights were turned on again during the interval of the show, and the calm and humorous voice of the host re-emerged on the stage, which attracted bursts of laughter from the audience.

Yu Xinxin looked at Zhou Tong in surprise, and slowly she couldn't help laughing, as if she had heard some impossible joke, "Why didn't I realize that you have such a rich imagination before?"

"Haven't you ever had any doubts?" Zhou Tong put away his joking expression and looked at her quietly.

Yu Xinxin just continued to laugh, her eyes were full of expressions of "you think too much". Huang Chen was very handsome and treated her very well. His sunny and handsome face never showed any angry expression towards her, and he would let her do everything, with excellent grades Sensible and considerate, he is also very popular, and many girls have always liked him, but he is too picky, and no one likes him...

Yu Xinxin was taken aback for a moment, and something that had been neglected flashed by.

She was still thinking, but the surrounding lights dimmed again, and the passionate voice of the host pulled her back from her thoughts.

"I invite you, Wei Zhi, a talented girl from our oil painting department, is on stage."

The light and soothing prelude sounded, and two beams of light fell on the dim stage, accurately capturing a beautiful and pleasing figure, perhaps the light was too glaring, those cold eyes were slightly closed, and there was a hint of laziness when looking at it , she was wearing an ice blue long floor-length gown, her bare skin was as shocking as suet white snow, the waistline tightened around her abdomen outlined an astonishing arc, and the silky texture of the skirt was like a cage. With starlight like broken diamonds, she walked slowly, and the light behind her gave off a layer of brilliance like frost and snow on her body. She seemed to be walking from a fairy tale, and her beauty made people's hearts sway.

The noisy auditorium fell silent, and even the sound of breathing seemed to have disappeared.

With black hair, red lips, and beautiful eyes, her eyes stopped at a certain moment, and she slowly burst into a smile. The ice melted in an instant, and the spring blossomed. She took the microphone and walked towards a certain direction , with inexplicable rhythm looming in the swinging legs, she seems to be walking towards her in a trance.

The clean and soft singing sounded, with deep affection, blowing through the hearts of the listeners.

There was nothing else in Yu Xinxin's eyes, her mind was completely attracted by the people on the stage.

That was her girlfriend—her lover.

The people who left in a hurry went back and forth, Huang Xing sat down beside her, did not look at the shocking figure on the stage, her eyes fell on the snack belt in her hand, she took out a bag of potato chips, and said with a smile : "After watching the party for so long, you're hungry, I'm here..." His voice stopped abruptly, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and following the eyes full of affection but piercing his heart, he finally saw The intoxicating figure on the stage.

The gentle singing voice spoke of all kinds of tenderness, and the eyes that met were never separated. There seemed to be an invisible thread in the air connecting the two people.

The singing continued, and everyone was attracted by this dreamlike scene. In a corner where no one noticed, a hot heart slowly calmed down, then was cut, and finally bitterness spread.

After all, the snacks in his hand were not given away. He looked at her quietly, with such concentration, trying to find a trace of impossibility in those obsessed faces.

How could it be found?There had never been such affection in her eyes.

After a long silence, he turned and left, his lonely figure seemed out of place in the lingering singing.

Zhou Tong withdrew his gaze, glanced at the people around him, and then at the beautiful figure on the stage that people couldn't take his eyes off. He lowered his head, turned on the phone, and stared at the chat interface that hadn't replied for a long time in a daze.

At the end of the song, there was a long silence in the audience, followed by thunderous applause.

Wei Zhi looked at the crowd in the audience with a smile, and his eyes fell on somewhere inadvertently, "Happy New Year, Merry Christmas. It's my luck to meet you. The rest of my life is long. I would like to teach you more."

Yu Xinxin's eyes were a little red, and she knew that these words were meant for her.

Huang Xing, who walked to the exit, froze for a moment, and then left as if fleeing.

The surrounding lights were turned on again, Wei Zhi bowed slightly, and gracefully walked off the stage holding the hem of his skirt.

The surrounding discussions became heated.

"What do you mean?"

"Is this a confession?"

"My God, who is she confessing to? Is that person here today?"

"Ahhh, so beautiful."

"Didn't she say she doesn't like boys?"

"..."

Yu Xinxin got up and hurried to the backstage. Han Yin was waiting for her at the door, looking at her with a smile on her lips, "I told you that there is a surprise, hey, don't cry."

Han Yin looked at Yu Xinxin, who was crying in a mess, and led them to the lounge. Many people cast doubtful looks along the way.

When the two walked away, someone whispered to their companion: "What's wrong with the little girl? She cried so badly at Christmas, and her partner was robbed?"

Walking into the lounge, Wei Zhi had already changed his clothes, holding a hand warmer in his hand, his fair cheeks were slightly flushed, Han Yin sent the person to him, and he backed out, this is Ji Jin's solitary rest room, no one will disturb you.

Wei Zhi wiped away the tears on her face in a panic. When his fingertips touched the warm skin, he flinched and covered the hand warmer for a while, then took out a few tissues and slowly wiped away the tears. up.

"Why are you crying?"

"Is it cold? Is it froze?" Sensing the other party's trembling body, Yu Xinxin put her hand to her mouth and let out a sigh.

Her hands were cold, and there was no heating in the auditorium. Most of the other performers were in long clothes and trousers, but she was the only one in a thin skirt with off-the-shoulder, beautiful and freezing.

"No, it's not cold when the lights on the stage are turned on." She put the hand warmer behind her, and gently retracted her frozen hands, "I have cold hands and feet, you know."

Yu Xinxin didn't expose her lie, and pulled her hands over again, putting them in her pockets to keep warm, "So you haven't seen anyone after class these few days, is it because you came to rehearse?"

Wei Zhi had a smile on his face, "Yes and no."

"What do you mean?" Her eyelashes were still a little wet, her eye sockets were slightly red, and she looked over with a soft gaze.

There seemed to be feathers falling from the heart, Wei Zhi smiled softly: "Come with me later, I have a gift for you."

"Oh... oh, go, where are you going?" When she heard the gift, her heart beat a little faster, and the hand in her pocket trembled slightly. Wei Zhi's hand was warmed by her, and she naturally noticed her abnormality. Then his hand moved in her pocket and took out a thin thing.

She held the thing in front of her eyes, it was a pink envelope, and when she saw the name on it, she couldn't help but smile.

"For me?" She tilted her head and thought for a while, "...a love letter?"

Yu Xinxin blushed, and wanted to reach out to snatch it, but restrained it again. Just now when the other party was groping in her pocket, she felt her face was burning, and she made a lot of determination not to stop the other party's movement.

"...Hmm." She was ashamed and anxious when she saw this person was going to tear it down, "You are not allowed to look at it."

Wei Zhi stopped what he was doing, "It's for me, can't I take it apart?"

Through the fabric, the hands in the pockets mingled together, "Don't take it apart now, wait until there is no one else."

Although she really wanted to read the contents of the letter, but the person in front of her was too shy, Wei Zhi suppressed her thoughts and carefully put away the "love letter". Xinxin wrapped her scarf and led someone out, "Let's go out quickly before the school is locked."

"Where are you going?" Yu Xinxin was pulled by her, thinking that Huang Chen still had something to do with her, "Wait a minute, I'll say hello to Huang Chen."

She took out her mobile phone, only to find that there was a new message on WeChat.

[Lu Xing: Xinxin, I suddenly remembered that I have something to do tonight, let's talk another day. 】

Yu Xinxin vaguely remembered something, and replied after a while.

[Okay, call me if you need anything, but I'm not supposed to be at school tonight. 】

【Um. 】

Putting the phone away, she looked at Wei Zhi and said with a smile, "Where are we going?"

"There is a gift for you, follow me."

After leaving the gate of the auditorium, a chilly wind blew in, and only then did the two realize that snowflakes were floating outside.

The fluttering snowflakes are flying in the wind, quietly as beautiful and gentle as a lover's heart, and the street lamps exude a warm yellow temperature, so the snow under the ice-blue night sky also has a temperature.

The people in the auditorium have not dispersed, and people are still immersed in the joy of the party. Someone is setting off fireworks in the distance, and the gorgeous fireworks are grand and beautiful in the white sky.

A thin layer of white snow had accumulated. Wei Zhi led Yu Xinxin to walk in the thin snow, and turned his head inadvertently. There was a smile gentler than the color of snow in his cold eyes, like a smile in the white snow. The wonderful flower that blooms softly, blooms in the lover's heart, so beautiful and so dreamy.

Yu Xinxin was fascinated by the sight, instinctively stood on tiptoe and kissed her on the lips, and then rarely looked at her and smiled, instead of avoiding shyly.

The gentle smile deepened, Wei Zhi pinched the tip of her nose lovingly, "You!" Then he took her hand again, clasping his fingers tightly.

The figures in the snow gradually moved away, and the laughter just now seemed to be heard in the air. After some time, there were gradually more people at the entrance of the auditorium, and the party was over.

A black figure ran over in a hurry, squeezed through the crowd to a person, and handed over the snow-covered rose in his hand, "It's all ready over there, have you received anyone?"

Huang Xing took it stiffly, wondering if the weather was too cold, the originally delicate and beautiful flowers looked a little dehydrated, lying sleepily on the pink wrapping paper, "No need, just remove them."

"Withdrawn? You don't confess?"

His eyes were very calm. If you observe carefully, you will find that there is incomprehensible bitterness in the calmness. He did not answer the question of his companion. He walked to the trash can next to him and gently threw the things in his hand into it. Walking farther and farther in the wind and snow, a faint sigh came from the lonely back.

"As long as she is happy."

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