When I Found the Heroine As a Teenager

This condition is impossible for Zhou Qinglang to achieve, unless she can put the Xia Wan Shuang back into her mother's womb, and then come out early by herself.

And even if it wasn't the **** of age, Zhou Qinglang estimated that there was no hope that he would be bigger than Xia Wan in terms of the development of the two of them.

"Why, does my sister like someone older than me?"

"At least not too young, it's better to be mature."

Xia Wanshuang's conditions for choosing a spouse are actually very unclear. After all, she will not deliberately search, so she will not set the standard. The main thing is to test her feelings, but Xia Wanshuang does not feel that she will feel about immature children.

Her mental age is much higher than her physical age, so her eyes will not be on teenagers.

"Then what if you are young but mentally mature?"

"Then it depends on who it is."

Xia Wanshuang also thought about it seriously, and then laughed in his heart.

What does she want to do, if she can survive the twenty-four-year-old level, it won't be too late to think about it again.

Zhou Qinglang got the answer, and did not continue to ask, fearing that he might reveal something, so he took Xia Wanshuang's hand and took the key to open the door.

As soon as he opened the door, Xia Wanshuang sneezed again.

Because it’s cold at home, I don’t like all doors and windows closed on summer nights. I think this is not conducive to air circulation and people are more likely to get sick. So every time I go out, I open a gap in the window of my house to let the wind blow.

Zhou Qinglang didn't even care about putting it down, so he closed the windows at home, leaving a gap between the balcony and the kitchen. On Xia Wan Shuang, he poured two cups of hot water and warmed his hands as if he continued his life.

Xia Wanshuang was not so afraid of the cold in winter, but it may be because of the cold body, so that after wearing it, Xia Wanshuang every winter is particularly difficult.

For example, at this moment, Xia Wanshuang felt that his fingers were like stiff branches, slowly softening under the temperature of hot water.

Zhou Qinglang had closed the window in the room, opened the electric blanket, and charged the hot water bottle for the summer evening. After doing everything, he sat in the living room and picked up another cup of hot water.

She just held it but didn't drink, watching the summer evening sipping hot water.

Xia Wanshuang's scarf hasn't been taken yet, and she covered her thin white neck tightly, making Xia Wanshuang's face smaller, and she looked like she was drinking with a small sip, and she was incredibly well-behaved.

Zhou Qinglang watched attentively, and suddenly thought about business, and hurriedly soaked Xia Wanshuang a packet of Banlangen. When the medicine was melted into the water, he was brought to Xia Wanshuang's front.

The medicine just soaked was quite hot, but Xia Wan took the cup without any notice, and sipped the medicine like he had just drunk hot water.

And to be honest, Banlangen has a lot more flavor than water. Although it is a medicine, it doesn't feel bitter in the mouth.

After taking a cup of medicine, Xia Wanshuang felt that he was alive and steaming all over, so he took off the bib, but as soon as he took it off, he shuddered and his neck was cold.

Zhou Qinglang took the bib from Xia Wan's hands and hung it on the coat rack, urging Xia Wan to enter the bedroom.

"I will call you to take a shower when I have a good shower."

After winter, Zhou Qinglang will go to the bathroom to take a bath before the summer evening.

It's freezing cold, even if the bathroom is turned on, it can still make people cold. Zhou Qinglang thinks that it is better to take a bath in the bathroom with warm and hot water in the summer evening, so he always rushes to wash it first.

Zhou Qinglang’s careful thinking about Xia Wan Shuang didn’t know. He watched Zhou Qinglang take the clothes and went to the bathroom. When the bathroom door was closed and the silhouette of the person was projected, Xia Wan Shuang immediately went to his room and got ready for the morning. He took out his gift and put it on Zhou Qinglang's desk.

After taking a shower, Zhou Qinglang entered the room and was taken aback when he saw the gift on the table, then glanced back at the open door. Xia Wanshuang had just wiped her shoulders and went to the bathroom, but turned back, leaning on the door frame, holding her clothes and looking at her.

"Sister, what did you give?"

Zhou Qinglang saw a small box, which was made of wood, and it seemed exquisite.

"Just open it and take a look."

Xia Wan smiled and urged, waiting for Zhou Qinglang to open the box.

Zhou Qinglang was about to reach for it, but found that there was still water vapor in his hand that had not been dispersed after taking a shower, so he wiped his clothes vigorously before going to get the small box.

A pendant was lying quietly in the wooden box. The red string was studded with a jade bead, and under the bead was a small wooden sign.

The wooden sign is hollowed out and engraved with a word.

Lang.

"Like it?"

Xia Wanshuang asked in anticipation that this was a gift she had prepared for a long time. It should have been given out on Zhou Qinglang’s birthday, but because of the Master’s schedule, he said that something that she could get one week before his birthday would be after Zhou Qinglang’s birthday. Only got it in a few days.

Not to be very angry, but Xia Wan Shuang is still very sorry, but the gift is still to be given out, Xia Wan Shuang chose this time of Christmas.

"I like it, it looks good."

Zhou Qinglang took out the pendant, touched the jade bead lovingly, and touched the very small brand.

"The words on that small wooden sign were carved by myself."

Xia Wan smiled, leaving Zhou Qinglang another surprise.

"Really!"

Zhou Qinglang was overjoyed, and even more preciously touched the small sign with his name, smelled the wood scent on it, and rubbed it happily.

"If you look carefully, you will also find your and my name on the bead."

The jade bead is not big, even small, it is real jade, it takes a lot of effort to carve on it, Xia Wan double searched for a long time to find a master with this technique.

Carving was done before Xia Wan Shuang, so I can’t say that I was very proficient, but it was not difficult for Xia Wan Shuang to be a small wood carving or carving words. She chose good agarwood wood scraps to carve the characters.

Agarwood soothes the nerves, jade nourishes people, although the objects are small, but the meaning is there.

"Is it so powerful?"

Zhou Qinglang stared at the small bead, and really saw the small words and carved patterns on it.

Her name was carved together with her sister's name, and there was a sign carved by her sister. What a surprise it was that Zhou Qinglang would be stunned.

Zhou Qinglang unilaterally decided that this was the token of affection given to her by her sister.

"Sister, I really like it so much, you can put it on for me!"

"Wear it now?"

"Yep!"

Xia Wanshuang took the red rope, Zhou Qinglang lowered his head in front of her, and obediently let Xia Wanshuang tether.

"All right."

Zhou Qinglang raised his head, fiddled with the small wooden sign, and was a little happily thinking that it was the token of love brought by her sister herself.

"I'm going to take a shower."

"good."

The smile on Zhou Qinglang's face didn't stop until the sound of footsteps stopped in the bathroom.

She touched the little sign for a while, touched the jade bead for a while, or held them together, doing nothing, just sitting there laughing silently, joy that couldn't be covered up at all.

When he had touched it enough, Zhou Qinglang hid the small wooden sign in his clothes. Looking at his neck from the mirror, he could see half of his collarbone and the small jade beads that happened to be embedded in the collarbone.

Zhou Qinglang touched the small wooden sign through his clothes again, went to put the box away, and then picked up the bookmark on the table.

In fact, she had just seen this bookmark, but the surprise of the pendant was before her, which reminded her now.

This is not something on her desk, it must have been brought by her sister.

Sure enough, Zhou Qinglang turned the bookmark over and saw the beautiful writing of Xia Wan.

Above is a poem, Zhou Qinglang has never read it.

"When I went to the house, I sat and watched the green bamboo become Qiongzhi.

Zhou Qinglang's Chinese is quite good. He probably understands the meaning of this poem, but he doesn't quite understand why Xia Wanshuang wrote this poem to her.

When the snowflakes flew into the window, I saw the green bamboo covered with snow. If I were to climb the tall building and look far away, I would find that all the sinister roads in the world were covered by snow.

Zhou Qinglang read it for a while, but found that he still didn't understand.

She checked the poem and found that the interpretation of the poem was similar to what she thought. The name of the poem was "Dai Xue". Zhou Qinglang checked the author's life and the meaning behind it, and concluded that Xia Wanshuang actually did not intend to express any other meanings. , I probably saw this poem copied to her in winter.

Zhou Qinglang picked up the bookmark and prepared to put it in the book. When he saw the front of the bookmark, he caught a glimpse of an unusual place.

The bookmark is white all over, with landscape and bamboo on the front. She just discovered that it was hand-painted.

There is no suspense about who painted it. Zhou Qinglang sighed for her sister's excellence, put the bookmark on her lips and kissed him, sandwiching it in the book that he hadn't finished reading last night.

She lay on the bed and rolled around with her pillow.

How can I like my sister so much, but I really like it too much.

When Xia Wanshuang was in the bath, she also remembered the poem he had copied to Zhou Qinglang.

She is a literary student, and there is always poetry in her bones. The poems written on the bookmarks also have meanings, but she knows the recipients and must not understand the meanings.

In fact, it didn't have too deep meaning. Xia Wanshuang only took the superficial meaning of the poem, and then brought his own thoughts.

The lang of Zhou Qinglang reminds me of Langgan from time to time in the summer and evening. It is a common word in ancient poems.

Zhou Qinglang is a beautiful thing.

Langgan can also refer to the green bamboo. It is winter now, and the song "To Snow" came to mind in the summer evening.

Xia Wanshuang felt like the snow that dyed green bamboo white, appeared in Zhou Qinglang's life, changed her original trajectory, covered her figure in Zhou Qinglang's life, and hoped to seal Zhou Qinglang's first half of her life. All the sinister sideways.

The mist in the bathroom is hazy, and the erratic king walks up.

When I turned off the hot water in the summer evening, I immediately felt the air-conditioning entangled her body, hurriedly wiped her body dry, tremblingly put on her pajamas, wiped her feet dry at the bathroom door and put on cotton slippers, dong dong dong Went back to his room.

On the computer desk in the room, she saw a line-ordered book placed upright, with a cute Christmas card on it.

Xia Wanshuang opened the greeting card, and the words Xia Wanshuang on it were familiar. She looked at the Xingkai that had progressed a little bit. When Zhou Qinglang was a child, she still held these immature hands and taught her to write little by little. .

The content of the greeting card is also very simple: Tonight, Merry Christmas.

Xia Wanshuang put the greeting card away and put it in the drawer. At this time, he saw the title of the book hidden by the greeting card, with surprise on his face.

This was a book published ten years ago that she hadn't found for a long time, but Zhou Qinglang did not expect to find it.

"Sister, have you received the Christmas present I gave you?"

Zhou Qinglang opened the door of Xia Wanshuang and leaned in half of his body.

"Is this a Christmas gift? Didn't I give it yesterday?"

"Yesterday was a Christmas Eve gift, and today is a Christmas gift."

Xia Wanshuang knew what the child was thinking, but didn't reveal it, and smiled at Zhou Qinglang.

"Thank you Langlang, I like it very much, where did you find it?"

With Xia Wanshuang's smile, Zhou Qinglang shook his words a bit.

"If you like it, I saw some old books piled up by a seller that day, and I knew my sister was looking for it, so I bought it when I saw it."

"That's really predestined."

Xia Wan touched the yellow and wrinkled book cover, her brows and eyes soft.

"Did sister see my greeting card?"

This is what Zhou Qinglang wanted to ask. When she wrote the greeting card, she didn't write ‘elder sister’, and didn’t bring Xia Wanshuang's last name, as if she had the kind of intimacy she imagined with Xia Wanshuang.

Late double.

Late double.

Read between your lips and teeth, write on a page, melt into your heart.