"The moon is so bright tonight. Song Xiaoyun Chong also smiled: "You haven't had dinner yet, right? It just so happens that I haven't either, do you want to have a supper together?"

"Supper. Yizhen thought for a while: "I'm afraid of getting fat." ”

"You're so thin, if you're still afraid of getting fat, then I won't go on a hunger strike. Let's eat a custard bun to satisfy our cravings. Song Xiaoyun held Yizhen's arm, a beautiful and delicate face was bathed in the moonlight, and the whole person was extremely fair. I really couldn't help but sigh in my heart, Song Xiaoyun is really good-looking.

There is a saying in practical psychology called happiness contagion: if you meet someone and show overflowing happiness and joy, then they will also show joy when they see you in the future. The first time it may not be, but the second time it is.

Song Xiaoyun belongs to this kind of person, and when she sees someone, she will be very affectionate and tired, and take the initiative to hold the other party's arm. In addition, he speaks very considerately and has no sense of flattery, which is probably this, which makes people annoying.

Tonight's conversation with Song Xiaoyun made Yizhen feel a lot more relieved and in a better mood. When she returned to the dormitory and washed up early, Lin Xing'er praised her plush little yellow duck card sleeve one by one, and she really took it and said it was cute. Lin Xing'er went to argue with Chen Yu comfortably. On a psychological level, Lin Xing'er is a child.

"It's time for the senior to go to bed. Chen Yu saw that there was a notice in the Sugang group, and sighed with a smile: "Tell me, the freshman Cha is a senior, isn't this a fake science?"

"It's not all like this. Lin Xing'er looked at Ji Anran and Liang Xi's beds: "What is this?" ”

Yizhen wrapped a sweatshirt in a pullover over a plush toy, stuffed it into Liang Xi's quilt, and pulled the bed curtain. I heard movement outside, and the door opened. Ji Anran was too late to care, and he was really busy sitting back on the bed.

When these elementary school girls meet the old seniors in their senior years, their voices are all one octave lower, which is simply a kind of virgin embarrassment. Some time ago, the management department of the freshman year asked to investigate the information of dormitory members and make a statistical table, and the elementary school girls who came to the door whispered one by one, which was humble.

They didn't even dare to lift the curtain now, but Ji Anran's bed curtain was wide open, and they still had to leave after the cutscene. After humbly asking for the name and bed, as well as the name of the head teacher, the elementary school girl in the dormitory department said softly, "Sorry for the interruption" and then left lightly.

After the lights went out, the dormitory laughed for a while. I really feel that the dormitory life is also good, and it is very comfortable if it is sheltered for a while.

"Who will tell Ji Anran about being investigated?" Lin Xing'er asked.

"Of course it's you, who made you the head of the house. Chen Yu replied.

Lin Xing'er was reluctant, and Song Xiaoyun said: "I'll go and tell her, the head teacher of the senior year actually doesn't care about this, just ask where to go." ”

Yizhen was really ready to sleep, and suddenly received a video invitation from Ember Ye, and Yizhen refused: "I'm in the dormitory, the lights are out, everyone is ready to sleep." ”

"Dormitory?" "Aren't you suspicious of the dormitory?"

I can't say how careful I am, how I am obsessed, and this young master doesn't like to hear it. Yizhen said: "I just got out of the evening self-study, and I went home alone, which was strangely lonely." ”

"That's right. He asked, "Do you have a class tomorrow?"

"Yes. ”

Night Ember laughed in her heart: This dead girl, which tendon has been wrong recently. He doesn't look for her, and she doesn't look for him. Now that he came to her, she was fine, and she didn't think a word about him.

"What about the sketches? Have you ever drawn them?"

"Nope. I really don't know why Night Ember is absolutely so concerned about this time, I feel a bit like a primary school student who has been checked by the homeroom teacher, and I am a little worried: "I don't draw much in the past few days." ”

"What's wrong?"

"Maybe I didn't have a good rest. ”

"Are you sleepy?" he was a little suspicious for a moment: "Then you sleep, I will have to go back in a few days." ”

"Huh, didn't you say the day after tomorrow?"

"Something happened. ”

His heart sank a little, and he said, "Okay, you take good care of yourself, I'll sleep first." ”

"Good night. ”

"Good night. ”

Following.

As soon as I slept until nine o'clock, I really got up and went to wash. The sunlight outside the window is just right, and the students walking to class in the corridor downstairs are in groups of three or five, laughing and laughing.

Yizhen stood by the window and brushed his teeth, remembering Bian Zhilin's poem: You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you from upstairs. The moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams. That's pretty much what it feels like.

I bought bread to go to class, and Yizhen was thinking about the sketch all the way: I didn't dare to delay it any longer, so I had to get my attitude right. I decided to go home after class and draw well.

Occupy a seat for your roommate, anyway, it's an examination class, and there are still twenty minutes before class. Yizhen took out the A4 paper and took the pencil to reshape the variant of Doraemon. I painted one after another, changed the colored pencil paintings, and I don't know when someone sat next to me.

Yizhen didn't think it was pestle: "Classmate, there are people here." ”

People are already coming in through the door. Yizhen didn't pay attention, and after drawing for nearly ten minutes, he caught a glimpse of the figure wrapped in black clothes and didn't move.

"Classmate, there's someone here. Yizhen was a little impatient and turned his face. The silhouette of her face under the black baseball cap flashed into her eyes. Yizhen thought that he had seen it wrong, and his expression was a little sluggish. Night Ember gave her a look: "Classmate, who do you want to leave this son to?"

"Why are you back?" said Yi Zhenyuan's eyes wide. He leaned in and put one hand around her neck: "Of course I'm looking for you." ”

"Aren't you going to have to come back in a few days?" Before Yizhen could finish speaking, his lips were sealed.

Too shy. Yizhen lowered his head and laughed in a low voice: "What are you doing, there are people." ”

"What's wrong with someone?" "Night Ember let go of his hand and looked at him like an interrogator: "Your behavior has been a little abnormal these days, in order to prevent you from going out of the wall, I came." ”

Yizhen smiled: "Red apricot out of the wall, what do you want?"

"It doesn't have to be a red apricot out of the wall. Night Ember stared at Yizhen: "Anyway, your attitude in the past few days has made me very unhappy. ”

"What's wrong with you?" is also a little funny: "Blame me for being in a bad mood." ”

Night Ember sneered and turned his face away, with an expression of "I'm not happy, you have to coax". Yizhen snickered a few times, glanced at this master, hugged Ye Ye's arm dogleggingly, and smiled Yan Yan: "Young master, the little one misses you." Isn't this afraid of disturbing you? Besides, distance produces beauty, and I find that I love you more now!"

The corners of Yeash's mouth twitched when he heard this: "Go away, where are so many fleshy and cold people day by day." ”

I really wanted to tease him with a hippie smile again, but suddenly saw Lin Xing'er and Chen Yu coming in, and I felt very embarrassed, so I let go.

Night Ember looked at her and didn't speak.

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