Dancing with Wen Cuixia for the first time, in the house like a small dance floor in the small building, the melodious music slowly sounded. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Xia Liu, who was in the center of the info dance floor, watched Wen Cuixia demonstrate a complete waltz, and couldn't help but be fascinated. I saw the beautiful women dancing on their toes like fairies. In the undulating music, he constantly changed his posture, his sturdy posture swirled, his weak arms waved, and his flowing hair danced. Different from Shi Mengyao's noble and elegant momentum, Wen Cuixia's dance has a cold queen style, which seems to reject people thousands of miles away, but it makes people want to stop. I want to touch but I don't dare to touch it, like a fairy.

At the end of the song, Wen Cuixia elegantly wiped the sweat stains on her forehead, turned back to Xia Liu and said, "Come on......." ”

In the middle of the night, she couldn't stop the enthusiastic summer flow, so Wen Cuixia had to stay and spend the night. Xia Liu, who was lying downstairs, called the distant beauty and told Wen Cuixia what she proposed. Shi Mengyao, who was not at ease, asked Xia Liu to wait for her to come back before making plans, and the two of them, who were talking about the pain of lovesickness, reluctantly hung up the phone in the middle of the night.

Thinking of Chihiro, who hadn't contacted him for a long time, Xia Liu picked up and put down the mobile phone in his hand and kept repeating the fate of tossing back and forth, but it was not it that hurt his heart, but him, or her. No one can say things clearly, people who say things clearly have no feelings, and people who can't say things clearly don't have courage.

After thinking for a long time, Xia Liu, who put down his mobile phone, sighed heavily, and the sound seemed to spread to every corner of the hall, slowly dissipating in the active air.

Early in the morning, Xia Liu, who got up early, was drinking tea when he saw Wen Cuixia walking downstairs. Hurriedly got up and found an unopened towel and scrubbing utensils for her, and saw that she had finished washing. Laughing: "Run?" Together. ”

Seeing her nodding, he took her to the beach of Jichuan and ran against the cold wind.

Wen Cuixia does not have the habit of running in the morning, it is just her habit to get up early. Every morning she would look in the sun, in the rain, in the snowflakes at the excellent literature from all over the world. The beating words caught her eye, and in those words, she seemed to find a fragment that could understand her heart.

Feeling the thoughts of different writers made her more rational and more cold. It seems that except for books, all the beauty in the world only stays in her eyes and dissipates in her heart. The only constant is the bearing of words, which carries not only the yearning for the future, but also the pursuit of bosom friends.

The pain, helplessness, loneliness, and loneliness brought to her by a serious illness when she was young made her see through the joys and sorrows of the world early, and the bitterness and bitterness. If in her childhood memories, the most memorable for her is except for the emaciated figure and the care of her family, the others are like clouds, which dissipate after a while, without a trace when they come and when they go.

In the snow, the two people who stopped walked and chatted. Seeing that Wen Cuixia kept telling books, Xia Liu also did what she liked, talking about "Spring and Autumn", "Historical Records", "Lisao", and "Analects". When we talked about it, we couldn't help laughing. From home to abroad, from the "Sutra", "History", "Zi", "Collection" to "Homeric Epic", "Greek Mythology", "Confessions", "Haiyan" and so on. From morning to noon, Wen Cuixia, who had already planned to leave, was also sitting at the table at this time, watching the busy Xia Liu. The senses in her heart have risen by many notches, if she used to act on orders, then now she is willing.