[Zhongyingmei] Small vase

Abby lay on the bed, tossing and turning.

She was still blinded, and Steve's stern confession was like a hurricane, blowing away most of her sadness about losing Fred again.

"You look at me—I like you."

He said so.Abby was actually looking at him, a pot of boiling water in those blue eyes that almost boiled her.Without the rustling of Xuezi and the blowing of the winter wind, the world was so quiet that only his confession was left, echoing in her ears.This feeling is both charming and strange.

Steve said "I like you", Abby rubbed her eyes that were red and swollen from crying, rolled on the bed, and buried her head in the pillow.

Like, what the hell is it?

Abby has grown up so much that she has never liked anyone, but was "forced" to like someone.

When he was studying at Hogwarts, Gryffindor had a very handsome senior who was also the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. His name was Oliver Wood.

He has a bad temper on the court and is known as the "Quidditch Tyrant", but he is very approachable when he is in class and eating.He was handsome and well-built, with admirers in all four colleges.

Once having lunch in the lobby, Abby looked at Wood at a 45-degree angle, and saw Wood at a glance.He was talking to a beautiful black girl, and he seemed to be talking about something funny, and he couldn't help laughing, showing a mouthful of shining white teeth.

Abby pokes at the limp pudding with her fork and stares at it absentmindedly for an extra two seconds.

Sitting next to her was Carol, a Hufflepuff girl who was her roommate at the time and was a very bright little girl.She was keenly aware of Abby's dullness, followed her gaze across the long table, and caught Wood with a bright smile.

"Hey, you like him? Senior Oliver is really nice..."

She leaned close to Abby's ear and chattered.

Abby was taken aback, and the pudding was smashed into a puddle with a stroke of the fork: "What? I don't—"

She stammered to explain, but Carol raised her pigtails and looked at her with an expression of "I know it all", with a clear smile on her face.

The little badgers usually have no special hobbies, but they generally love gossip.Before the meal was finished, the news of "Abby likes Wood" spread throughout Hufflepuff College like wings.

Even Fred came hopping up and down, winking at her and making a heart with four fingers.

He said cheaply: "If you and Wood can get married, I will definitely customize a toilet seat for you."

Abby is so angry!So angry that he wanted to put a toilet snare on his head!

One of the gifts she gave Fred that Christmas was the toilet seat, which was still glowing in the dark.Fred actually liked it quite a bit, and put it on right away; but when he got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, he almost didn't get scared and jumped into it.

The crush incident had a big impact on Abby. Every time she saw Wood from afar, she would take a detour, and even wanted to jump into the armor to hide when it was unavoidable; Wood seemed to have heard some rumors, and the two It's always a little unnatural when people look at each other.

But does that count as liking?

Abby asked herself.She is not a fool. Although she has never been in love, she still maintains a little girlish sensitivity to this aspect.

She has a basic aesthetic and knows that Wood is handsome.If she really likes it, she likes Wood's smile very much, like the sunshine splitting the dark clouds.Abby's heart was touched by that smile, but the little pebble that hit the ripples sank to the bottom just after making a little noise.It never floated up again.

It's not so much that she likes Wood, but she likes people who are sunny.

And Steve is the meaning of the word "sunshine" itself.

When Abby saw him for the first time, she felt her heart pounding, and the deer that had been silent for many years was rampaging in her chest, and the heat on her face never disappeared.This inexplicable enthusiasm caused her to invite a strange man for afternoon tea for the first time.

This made the friends of Hogwarts hear their jaws drop in shock.

But Abby couldn't be more grateful for her impromptu decision, which rewarded her with this precious friendship.Steve is like a treasure from heaven, the more you get in touch with his delicate inner, the more you will be moved by his gleaming quality.

There is almost nothing bad about him, so good that the deer in Abby's heart kills several of them every day.

Abby puts herself in the shoes, substituting Wood for Steve in her head.If, she meant if—the gossip between her and Steve was the gossip at Hogwarts College at the time, no matter how many rumors there were, she would not be willing to stay away from Steve.

She looks forward to seeing him so much every day!

This is probably "like".

This... must be like it.

but--

Abby moved the pillow that had nearly suffocated her, and rolled over.

She lay flat, staring at the softly lit ceiling without moving.

Steve is the best, but she is not the best.

He is the sun hanging in the sky and a superhero in the eyes of the American people.Abby didn't pay attention to it before, but after she lifted the veil of her identity, she suddenly realized the popularity of Captain America.

Turn on the TV, and you can hear the cheers of the rescued fans. The fanaticism scared even the reporters; out of ten boys running by on the street, there will be one in a red and blue T-shirt, holding a trash can A child covered as a shield.

She is just a dim star.Hufflepuff's Abigail Scamander, who wears his face and name empty, actually has poor grades, is childish and timid, and often makes a fool of himself.

She thought of the potion that failed to operate and exchanged their souls, and her whole body became hot all of a sudden, wishing she could roll herself up and hide under the quilt and never come out again.

...but Steve said he liked you!

A small voice in his heart shouted, and he stomped his feet anxiously.

Abby asked him in a low voice, like a thief: Then, why does he like me?

The small voice suddenly disappeared, like the stone that sank to the bottom of the lake, never appeared again.

Abby re-stretched the pillow, a deeper depression that made her want to suffocate herself.

She knew she was wrong, very wrong.In fact even Fred noticed her problem and tried to turn it around—

He once experimented with velvet.It was a spherical, fur-covered wizard's pet.Fred is a business genius with an extremely keen mind in this area. When promoting his "new type of plush fleece", he and George came to warm up first.

He's made a bunch of poodle magic charms with lifelike fur that move when you touch it.

Pendants are very popular with girls.Abby saw him standing there, surrounded by enthusiastic girls, everyone wanted this kind of worry-free and cute magic pendant.

Abby wants it too.But the crowd was noisy, and everyone rushed to grab each other. Abby stood outside the crowd on the third inner floor and the third outer floor, struggling to tiptoe.

When the crowd had cleared, she saw that the suitcase in Fred's hand was empty, not a single puff pastry pendant was left.

She put down her sore feet, lowered her head and rubbed her left toe against her right.

A shadow fell in front of her eyes, Fred walked up to her, and suddenly rubbed her head.

With his other hand, he rummaged through his pockets, then brought it down to the tip of her nose.It was the velvet pendant he was selling just now.

Abby laughed all of a sudden.

Fred stared at her vivid dimple. "This is the last one."

Abby nodded obediently and said "thank you", and Fred looked at her for a long time, then raked his hair helplessly:

"Whether you like it or hate it, you have to speak out your thoughts, otherwise no one will know."

"Crying children only have candy. If you hide in a corner and cry secretly, the candy will be robbed."

Abby looked at him with wide eyes.The lake is as blue as it is, full of innocent innocence.

Those eyes seemed to say, "You know, you'd give me candy."

Fred was discouraged all of a sudden, stuffed the pendant into her arms, and suddenly showed a big grinning smile:

"But that's all right. Handsome Freddie will protect you anyway, by Aberric Browning!"

……

Abby pulled the eyeball necklace from the bottom of her close-fitting clothing.

It has been glued, and under the light, the veins are beating ferociously, as if it is still flowing with vitality.

Abby looked at the necklace and felt surprisingly calm.A warm current drilled into her heart from her fingertips, and her whole body was filled with strength.

She "huh" sat up from the bed.

She is an adult now and no longer needs protection.She can decide every step she takes.

Tomorrow, wait until tomorrow!

She didn't want Steve to wait any longer, she wanted to tell him loudly and carefully how she felt.

No matter what she is, she is going to embrace her own sun.

……

Abby thought well and had a sweet dream at night.

I can't remember the process of the dream clearly, but it gave her a very wonderful feeling. When she woke up in the morning, the corners of her mouth turned up, as if everything she wanted could come true today.

She brushed her teeth, washed her teeth carefully, put on a more delicate makeup than usual, and used a little "radiant" charm.

Just a little, she used too much on the last date with Steve.

She drafted several times in her mind: something like "Steve, I've thought it over, I accept you" - this is definitely not okay, it's just arrogant and stupid; another example is "I like you, let's date!" - —It seems too straightforward again.

She was worried: In fact, her biggest problem was stuttering when she was nervous, and she couldn't even speak a complete sentence. Maybe Steve would take away his love in his heart.

She practiced it in front of the mirror several times, repeatedly confirming that the words "I like you" are omnipotent and bald understands, and will not become a repeater, she cheered herself up for 1 minute, and opened the door suddenly.

The cold wind poured in from the door, and Abby was immediately blinded by the gust of wind.

Her neighbor Steve is standing opposite the door.It's just that he's not the only one, there's also a beautiful and lovely blond lady.Her profile was flawless and her blond hair was as smooth as satin.

The tall and handsome young man leaned against the door and talked to her with his legs slanted, his posture relaxed.It seemed that they had just finished talking about some interesting topic, and the smiles of the two of them hadn't stopped yet.

In the early morning winter sun, this is indeed a very pleasing picture.

The girl heard the movement and turned her head to signal her.Still smiling.

The pot of hot water that was boiling in Abby's chest boiled away now.Exhausted from the heat, she felt cold all over, and the chill went straight to the bones.The cold wind seemed to finally wake her up, she shivered:

"Yeah, sorry to bother you—"

She turned into a repeater again, the kind that was so clumsy that it couldn't be repaired.

Ignoring the expressions on the two of them, she lowered her head in embarrassment to look at her shiny new clothes.

How stupid... She felt so stupid.