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In the middle of summer, the sun is blazing.

The sound of acquaintances outside the window, accompanied by the rustle of the breeze through the treetops, plays together into a charming hustle and bustle unique to summer.

Bright and powerful sunlight pours softly into the room through the blackout window.

The young man who was still young was sitting in a rocking chair in front of the window, leisurely flipping through a book in his hand by the faint and dim light.

The hardcover of the book reflects the light in the sunlight, illuminating the title of the book written in beautiful fancy English on the cover:

Peter and Endy.

"Smack. ”

Without warning, a slender figure opened the door and walked in without knocking.

The boy leaned back in his rocking chair and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, then withdrew his gaze, and without asking anything, continued to look at the book in his hand.

The figure ignored him, picked up the kettle on his desk, poured a glass of water, shook his hair, and walked out on his cartoon slippers.

However, the doors are not closed.

After a while, the figure walked in from the outside.

This time, she was holding a plate of cut watermelons in her hands, but she still didn't look at the young man, walked to the desk without squinting, put the watermelon down, and immediately turned around and went out.

It seems that he is not willing to stay longer for a moment.

Behind her, the boy in the rocking chair blinked, then smiled silently, shook his head, and was still half-lying reading his own book.

However, after a few more minutes, the boy saw the figure enter his room for the third time with a beautiful little face, and then ...... Brought out the plate of watermelon that she had brought in not long ago.

The young man looked at her back, thought about it, closed the book in his hand, and sat up straight.

Sure enough.

For the next period of time, the figure repeatedly walked into the room, but each time it did not say a word or look at the boy.

The problem is, she hasn't bothered to make excuses yet.

The water was poured cup after cup, and the plate of cut watermelon was brought in and out......

After going back and forth about five or six times, the crying and laughing boy finally put down the book, and after the figure walked in with the familiar watermelon with a blank face again, he said, "Okay." You just take my watermelon out and eat it, and you make up a few slices again every time and send them in, can't you really see that the watermelon is placed in a different position every time?"

As soon as he finished saying this, he noticed a "murderous" little look thrown at him.

"What's the matter? You're okay with my watermelon?"

Seeing the girl stop, holding the plate of watermelon in her hand, staring at herself with a faint gaze, that little face can be described as extremely stinky. The young man could no longer suppress the smile on the corner of his mouth, sighed lightly, and said, "Tell me, what do you want me to do? Tell me first, I'll only ask this once, if you don't say it this time, I won't listen to it if you want to say it later." ”

The boy said this very calmly, as if he was sure that the girl would be threatened by his own words.

As he finished speaking, the young man's eyes keenly observed that a subtle look of panic flashed on the girl's stinky little face for a moment.

After a brief silence, a voice so low that it was almost inaudible sounded skewling through the room.

"First ...... First ......"

The young man frowned, blinked and asked, "What?

"Beginning, beginning...... Stay with me...... Stay with me ......"

"Huh, what?"

"That's it, that's it...... First ......"

"What's it?"

Suddenly, the girl raised her head and took a long breath, as if she had made up her mind.

She pursed her lower lip, and seemed to look at the boy with those fawn-like clear eyes as nervously, and then stammered, "The first snow, the first snow...... The first snow of this year, you have to ...... with me Do you want to watch it with me?"

"First snow?"

"Hmm...... Hmmm!"

Apparently he didn't expect the girl to find her for the first time because of this, the boy was stunned, and then turned his head thoughtfully to look at the book that he had put aside.

"Ah, but ......"

"Uh-huh, what?"

The girl put down the watermelon, quietly moved her feet, and squatted beside him, her eyes staring at him tightly, and the expectant look on her face could not be hidden.

"Didn't you even say 'OPPA' when you saw me today?"

Suddenly, the young man's face did not change and he gasped, he looked back at the girl's little face in a daze, and a faint smile flashed across his mouth, and he sighed with emotion: "Hey, you are not a big girl...... Is that what you're asking for? Hmm? You have to sort out the name before you can talk about it, don't you?"

In an instant, the green tendons on the forehead of the white head seemed to bulge faintly.

The girl subconsciously clenched her slender palm, stared at the smiling teenager on her face, and then exhaled a heavy breath from her mouth, forcibly revealing a stiff smile, and shouted in a trembling voice: "O, OPPA......"

"Hmm!" the boy nodded thoughtfully, "That's right." Girls should be called 'OPPA', Lin Yun'er, tell me about yourself, you used to learn what boys called 'Hiong', what does it look like, and now it's a bit like a younger sister. Come, call OPPA again. ”

The girl's face was tense, and she cried out again through gritted teeth: "...... OPPA！”

"Hmm. Only then did the young man look satisfied.

Seeing the situation, the girl quickly suppressed the urge in her heart to rush up and bite down on that hateful smiling face, and reluctantly whispered in a flattering tone: "So, OPPA, do you agree?"

"Agree with what?"

"It's just watching the first snow with me this year!"

"Ah, that...... Of course I don't agree. ”

In an instant, the young man looked at the girl's completely frozen little face, shook his head as if nothing happened, lay back, and said, "What's so nice about the first snow? When winter comes, can't you see the snow everywhere? Besides, the first snow is nothing special, haven't we seen it every year?"

"But! yes, we don't get together every year when the first snow falls!" said the girl, almost squeezing it out between her teeth.

"What about being together?"

Seeing the boy turn his head to look at him in confusion, the girl's breasts, which had just begun to develop, rose and fell violently, and after a few seconds, she stood up and walked out without looking back, and her little feet in slippers trampled the floor with a "bang" sound.

In the room, the boy opened the book and held it up in front of him, covering the corner of his mouth with a light smile on his lips.

"Knock knock!"

The girl suddenly ran back again.

She puffed out her eyes and stared at the boy without saying a word.

The boy put down the book in his hand and stared at her with an inexplicable face.

"Lim Yoon-woo !!"

Good fellow, a voice almost shook the birds parked on the branches outside the window.

Outside the room, there were two heads in the living room that turned around in unison, an old and a young, their faces were full of gossip and stunned, and they hadn't figured out what was going on.

"You...... You ......"

Facing the girl's finger that poked under his nose, the boy helplessly plucked out his ear and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

"You...... You big fool!!stupid!stupid!stupid!stupid!stupid!

As soon as the words were put down, the stunned young man looked at the slender figure in front of him, shook his hair angrily again, turned around and went out again.

Within two seconds, there was a "bang" outside, and the girl hid in her room.

Only the young man who was stunned in his room was left, and the old and young in the living room who were also confused.

"Ah, boy, are you bullying your sister again?"

An angry middle-aged male voice came in from the direction of the living room, implicitly soft.

The boy came back to his senses, smacked his lips, rolled his eyes, and replied, "Yes! I just bullied! What's wrong?"

"What are you doing right? How dare you speak so loudly? Say, what are you doing?"

"I don't know anything...... Forget it, leave her alone. Oh yes, Dad, I'm leaving tomorrow, you can help me pack my bags later. ”

"Hey, get away! You're going to Gwangju by yourself, and you're going to clean up by yourself! ”

"Hey, I'm ......"

"What? ”

“…… It's nothing. ”

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With her back against the door, the girl hung her head, quietly listening to the daily quarrels of father and son outside, and her grip on the doorknob seemed to tighten more and more.

She seemed to have been waiting for something, but as the noise outside the room faded away, there was no movement from the doorknob in her hand, no one came to ask her why she lost her temper, and no one came to comfort her with kind words.

In the past two years, after the relationship between himself and that stupid person has openly deteriorated in front of his family, everyone no longer seems to wonder why they always make some childish and willful actions in front of him.

If she didn't open the door, no one would know what was waiting for her inside the room.

"Hoo ......"

Taking a deep breath, she let go of her grip on the doorknob and walked over to the bed, falling forward in frustration.

After her body fully touched the soft quilt, she turned her head sideways and took out the flip phone that Abba had bought for her since she became a trainee.

Because the trainees in the lower age of her company are in charge of the room manager and directly contact the elders in the family, there are not many contacts in her mobile phone, only Abba, Ernie, and ...... He also has a few good friends who he knew before he was a trainee.

When you open the cover of your phone, the first thing that catches your eye is a sentence on the screen [practice, hard work, success].

She looked at the words she typed with her own hands, muttered a vague sentence, and then casually clicked on the interface of the text message, which contained a record left by her chatting with her friends.

[Yun'a, I heard that everyone apologized to those people who couldn't speak before when it snowed. Maybe it's easier to talk at that time, don't you always tell me that you want to ease up with someone?

"What to try, he won't even give me a chance to speak......"

Lin Yun'er, who was only fifteen years old, buried her face deep in the quilt.

“…… That idiot!"

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