The wind blew coldly, leaving no trace. The birds have fallen in love with their homes and are constantly flying into the distance with hope. The story has just begun, starting in the season when there are no fireworks, and it begins in a blank space. No one knows the result, just as there is no prophet in this world, but I don't know why, and as the birds return to their nests, the heart is tired.

The spring wind is blowing very gently, the grass is tender and squeezing out of the earth, facing the sun, the world is filled with warm love, even the birds are chirping non-stop, like thinking of spring.

When spring flowers bloom, maybe it's time for love to come.

Ye Ye Xiaorou walked on the avenue of the school, and unconsciously saw the pool of water and moon in front of the main building of the school, how many times Ye Ye Xiaorou saw a couple secretly having a tryst here at night, and her heart was sour, and she didn't know what it was like.

Ye Ye Xiaorou secretly imagined the prince charming in her mind, tall, handsome, sunny, and gentle. Every time she thought of this, Ye Xiaorou's face flushed, and her heart was pounding.

The school is very strictly controlled, it is not allowed to fall in love, every night, the directors and teachers of each grade will wander around the campus with flashlights, and when they reach a secluded place, they will use the flashlight to shine in a dark place, often at this time will startle a shoal of gulls and herons.

Ye Xiaorou is a good child, she never stays in other places at night, she will obediently go back to the dormitory to rest after self-study at night, and today is no exception, she walks on the way back to the dormitory as usual.

On the bench next to the pool of water and moon in front of him, there was a couple sitting there at this time, Ye Xiaorou thought that the director and teachers were about to go out in a while, and you couldn't be intimate for long.

I don't know why, whenever I see others making love together, Ye Xiaorou's heart unnaturally rises with a desire to denounce, always expecting the director and teacher to find and catch them.

Ye Xiaorou often thinks that maybe this is a perverted psychology, or is it another kind of psychology that you have to crush the grapes if you can't eat them? Anyway, Ye Xiaorou thinks like this, but just thinking about it, she has never acted.

Ye Xiaorou has seen a lot of today's scene and is used to it.

She silently walked past the couple, thinking that nothing would happen as usual, at most she heard the boy say "let me kiss one", and then the girl replied delicately "Don't" and other fleshy and crispy words.

But today there was a small episode, and this small episode affected Ye Xiaorou's life.

Ye Xiaorou has always looked at her feet when she walks, and she rarely trips over anything, but today she doesn't know why, even if she pays attention to her feet, she still trips over the small stool that she doesn't know which troublemaker forgot on the ground.

Ye Xiaorou's panicked expression is connected to the dark night to form a romantic version of a Western oil painting, a mood that only Ye Xiaorou can experience.

Helpless, hopeless, powerless.

Ye Xiaorou followed a graceful arc and fell perfectly into the arms of the boy who was lingering next to her. Before the boy could tell who was who, he took Ye Xiaorou as his her and kissed Ye Xiaorou's sweet and soft lips deeply.

That feeling can be said to be wonderful and incomprehensible, sweet and moving, and it is difficult to give up.

Is this what the first kiss feels like? How is it like a clear spring gently crossing the bottom of the heart, so cool, so comfortable, so infatuated.

Ye Xiaorou suddenly wanted to go on like this, let time stop, let the world freeze, and let everything cease to exist.

"What are you doing?" With an exclamation, Ye Xiaorou deeply felt the hot pain in her left cheek, it turned out that the girl next to her had already given her a slap. This slap completely sent Ye Xiaorou out of that beautiful embrace.

Ye Xiaorou fell to the ground, her right leg knee was worn out with a layer of skin, and blood flowed on her fair leg and dripped onto the dark ground.

It turned out that the blood was this color, fiery red and red, like a letter from the mouth of a poisonous snake.

"What are you doing?" the boy scolded the girl next to him, and then ran over to help Ye Xiaorou up.

Ye Xiaorou only saw the boy's appearance clearly at this time, so delicate, so bright, and so sunny. Ye Xiaorou seemed to see a brilliant brilliance appear in the sky, enveloping her and the boy in front of her in a boundless heavenly realm, embracing the world and the world.

Isn't he the Prince Charming of his dreams? Isn't he? Ye Xiaorou began to doubt the distance between dreams and reality.

Is this in a dream? The prince who had imagined countless times was standing in front of Ye Xiaorou at this moment. Ye Xiaorou couldn't believe that this was the truth, she carefully stretched out her hand and slowly touched the boy's face.

Real skin, real people, and real eyes.

Although the current boy looked confused and didn't know what Ye Xiaorou was doing, Ye Xiaorou knew that this was not a dream, this was a fact. Ye Xiaorou smiled, smiling so happily, she finally met the prince charming in her heart, and now she is still so close, so close.

"Are you alright?" the boy's voice trembled.

"I'm fine. Ye Xiaorou said softly, and when she lowered her head, she realized that he was still holding her arm.

Ye Xiaorou could clearly feel the temperature coming from the boy's body, and a stream of heat swept through her heart.

Is this a touch? Ye Xiaorou didn't dare to be sure, but just silently felt the temperature. It's a pity that the girl came over to make trouble again.

"You vixen, what are you stupid about, go away for me!" Ye Xiaorou felt a force rushing towards her, and she was amazed that a girl's strength had such an impact.

Her body made another graceful arc and fell heavily to the ground. The prince charming in his mind didn't have time to stretch out his hand, he didn't have time to be surprised, he didn't have time to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, Ye Xiaorou's forehead had already begun to drip blood.

When Ye Xiaorou felt the temperature on her face, she thought that she might be disfigured, right? This Ye Xiaorou felt very painful in her heart, and she broke her face in front of Prince Charming in her mind for the first time, and she was always annoyed in her heart.

"Why are you like this?" The gentle voice echoed in Ye Xiaorou's ears again, making Ye Xiaorou full of strength.

With his words, even if she falls ten more times, Ye Xiaorou is willing.

"What's wrong with me? Look at her obsessive eyes, like a vixen, and try to seduce you, no way!" the girl said loudly.

What vicious words! Ye Xiaorou thought about why girls are so selfish and stingy now. Isn't it just a glance at people? As for being in a hurry?

Ye Xiaorou wanted to look up to see what this girl looked like now, but two lines of blood covered her eyes, she felt weak, and fell softly into the arms of Prince Charming, who came to help her.

That sweet feeling, that desire for dependence, that good wish.

In this moment, everything was blurred and disappeared.

When Ye Xiaorou woke up, the first thing that caught her eye was her dear mother.

"Xiaorou, Xiaorou, you finally woke up. What do you think now?" Mom's concerned and anxious expression made Ye Xiaorou feel distressed, how many times, when Ye Xiaorou got lost, her mother's anxious and concerned voice could always echo in her ears in a timely manner.

Because of her mother, Ye Xiaorou has never been afraid.

"Mom, I'm fine, I'm feeling fine. Ye Xiaorou squeezed out her words hard, she didn't want her dear mother to worry, she just wanted her mother to be happy, and she firmly believed that her dear mother would be happy because she had a strong daughter.

After Ye Xiaorou said this, she felt very tired, so she closed her eyes. Then Ye Xiaorou felt her mother's slightly stiff hand gently brushing her cheeks.

That warmth, that serenity, that kind of steadfastness.

"Xiao Rou... Xiaorou..."Mom whispered softly in her ear, Ye Xiaorou tried hard to open her eyes and give her mother a sweet smile.

Ye Xiaorou fell asleep again in her mother's anxious eyes. Ye Xiaorou seemed to see her mother holding her hand and walking on the country road, and Ye Xiaorou was jumping up and down happily.

Ye Xiaorou was only five or six years old at that time, and Ye Xiaorou at that time only had a mother, but Ye Xiaorou felt that she already had everything. There is nothing in this world, nothing can be absent, nothing can be forgotten or abandoned, only dear mother can not live without.

For Ye Xiaorou, with her dear mother, she has the whole world, although she never knew what her father looked like? Ye Xiaorou often wondered in her heart, would her father be very handsome and tall, otherwise her mother would not often have infinite tenderness in her eyes when Ye Xiaorou asked about her father, and that tenderness almost whitewashed Ye Xiaorou's entire heart. What Ye Xiaorou couldn't figure out was this kind of tenderness that people were pitiful for, why would Dad be willing to give it? If it was Ye Xiaorou, Ye Xiaorou was willing to give everything, just for this tenderness.

Ye Xiaorou won't know, because her mother never tells her about her father, even if Ye Xiaorou loses her temper willfully, at this point, her mother will never compromise. Mom often looked at Ye Xiaorou's pursed mouth, feeling uncomfortable, but she just didn't say anything about her father.

Later, Ye Xiaorou got used to it and didn't ask anymore, but every time her mother took Ye Xiaorou out to play, she held her mother's hand more tightly, as if her mother would disappear if she was not careful.

Ye Xiaorou in childhood should be happy, at least Ye Xiaorou thinks so in her heart, her mother gave Ye Xiaorou endless love, and all the love was poured into Ye Xiaorou. Ye Xiaorou sometimes feels a little out of breath, but Ye Xiaorou knows that her mother loves Ye Xiaorou, very, very much, even if she is doting.