Everyone has their own past, or pain or regret, but no matter how uncomfortable it is, it can't be forgotten. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Ning Zixing knows that as an outsider, he is not qualified to know the cold star in the eyes of cold and warm.

It's just that the clear-eyed girl stood there, the wind blew her hair into beautiful lines, and the girl pursed her lips with unspeakable grievances. There should still be the right to feel distressed, Ning Zixing couldn't help but look away.

He got up and walked in the opposite direction to his room, the moonlight clearing his back, and the astonishment in his eyes replaced the indifference in his gaze.

However, she didn't ask too much, and caught up with Ning Zixing in three or two steps.

"Sending you home."

Leng Nuan still followed quietly behind, her long hair covering her face, so Ning Zixing couldn't see the joy in the corners of her eyes.

The moon was bright in the sea today, and the streets they walked on were dressed up in a certain peculiar color.

It's not bad to stay with this kind of girl, she follows in which direction you go, and she never makes a lot of noise. She is quiet, but her eyes can speak, and sometimes Ning Zixing even has a feeling of "ancient poets and moon wines".

Although this seems a bit neurotic, the safety in it is probably only understood by those who have experienced it.

Soon, they arrived.

Ning Zixing turned to leave, but his sleeve was pulled. He lowered his head slightly, only to see that Leng Nuan refused to let go, and in the dark night, her eyes were too clear and shining.

Ning Zixing could feel that her cold and warm hands were trembling, and although her expression did not change at all, her fear was still so obvious.

There was no way, Ning Zixing took the key that almost slipped off in Leng Nuan's other hand. Today, it seems that I am destined not to go over to see Qianqian.

The door opened, and it was hard to imagine that the people of the Wang family would live in such a small space. Ning Zixing frowned and fumbled for a long time but did not find the switch of the light source in the house.

A note was pressed to the tip of his nose, and he looked at it from a distance, saying, "Without a light, darkness gives people a sense of security." ”

Before Ning Zixing could react, Leng Nuan was already sitting on the edge of the bed, her thin shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

How many painful memories have been evoked? Ning Zixing sighed in a trance.

He caught a glimpse of a lot of cold and warm notes on the table, which were usually used for writing, and in the dark night, its warm light made people inexplicably reassuring.

With that, Ning Zixing picked up those notes and began to paste them in the corners of the wall intently.

At first, Leng Nuan didn't care about Ning Zixing's strange behavior, until those small notes had occupied half of the wall one after another, and Leng Nuan's eyes began to emit a confused light.

"What are you doing?" She writes.

"Leng Nuan, have you ever been to sea? It's to reach sea level. Ning Zixing replied unanswered.

Leng Nuan shook his head.

As a shrine maiden of the mermaid country, she will not be allowed to go to sea at will like her sister Weiyang. A sentence of worrying about her safety imprisoned a girl's freedom.

"There is a magical thing on the surface of the sea, it is called sunshine, and under normal circumstances, the places it touches can make people inexplicably warm and happy."

Leng Nuan has indeed never seen such a magical thing, she looked at Ning Zixing's eyes, those eyes looked forward to the streamer, will the sun warm your eyes? Leng Nuan bit his lip.

"Come here, cold and warm."

Leng Nuan didn't pay attention to Ning Zixing's words, she stared at the wrist that was pulled by Ning Zixing, and her little face burned imperceptibly in the dark night.

"Let's see if it's warm." Ning Zixing let go of his hand and smiled back.

The stunned cold and warm still looked up obediently, countless soft warm lights permeated the surroundings, and the cold and warm never thought that the notes he used could be so soft.

She couldn't tell whether it was because Ning Zixing was by her side or because of these light sources, and her heart really calmed down slowly.

"I'll help you post it." Warm and cold written. (To be continued.) )