Huo Feng looked at the candle that had just been blown out by himself and was still emitting white smoke, and thought to himself, anyway, the candle is in his hand, not in the photo, if he wants to make a wish, he will just light it again in the evening, he has not made a birthday wish for more than ten years, and it should not be too much to make two this year. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Waiting for the night to come suddenly became incomparably longer.

It was so long that Huo Feng had a lot of time to calm down and think, why did he think that the gift given by the "little girl who sold candles" was so different? A single photo will allow him to remember for a year.

So how long will this candle keep him remembering?

Huo Feng didn't have received gifts from his female classmates, such as a cake made by himself, but he threw it into the trash after receiving it.

The girl who delivered the cake had been staring at him all day before, and Huo Feng felt furious when she saw it. When he saw the cake given by this person, he felt that the cake had also grown hair.

The little girl who sells candles doesn't know what he does at home, nor does she know how tall and short he is, she is so simple, so direct and warm, and she doesn't pester him.

No, Huo Feng quickly denied his idea, this little girl who sold candles was too unpestering him, and she disappeared directly for a whole year. This should be considered a disadvantage, not an advantage.

Sometimes it's so strange when people meet.

Although 15-year-old Huo Feng has never been in love, the experience of being pursued by hundreds of girls is enough to make him a "master of love", and he has long been completely immune to all kinds of fancy flattery of girls.

He was so used to being lonely, used to having no wishes, no candles, no family on his birthday.

When night fell, Huo Feng once again lit the tiger candle that Zuo Zai sent, and this time, he couldn't bear to blow it out.

"Will my wish come true? Will the little girl who sells candles be re-appearing this year? Or do you want to send him a new tiger candle for next year's birthday? Or maybe there won't even be candles in the future? In Huo Feng's heart, he actually began to suffer a little bit of gains and losses.

Thinking of this, Huo Feng was a little helpless, the world is so big, where to find Nuan Nuan?

"When I first met the little girl who sold candles, why didn't you ask a few more questions?" Huo Feng regretted it a little.

Zuo Zai still knew his school, but he didn't know anything about this little girl, except for the name and date of birth of the family that people reported themselves.

Thinking of this, Huo Feng suddenly felt that something was wrong, before Zuo Zai disappeared, he didn't seem to tell the little girl who sold candles what school he was.

How did Zuo Zai know what four he was? And you know what grade you're in? In fact, he started school late in Singapore, so he is in the third year of junior high school at this time, and if he has been in Beijing, he should be a senior year of high school by now.

The last time I met the little girl selling candles, what did he say? Is it more than he remembers? Huo Feng felt that it was necessary to take a look at the chat history.

Goodbye Chopin, who decided never to go on QQ again, came up again without any insistence.

As soon as Huo Feng went online, before he had time to read the chat history, Didi Didi received several messages sent to him by Zuo Zai before.

01/09/29 5:48 PM

The little girl who sells candles: I went on the computer, which was changed to a new computer during the Chinese New Year, and I lost my QQ number, and now I just got it back.

09/29/01 5:51 PM

Little girl selling candles: I will often be on QQ in the future.

01/09/29 7:44 PM

Little Girl Selling Candles: Now you don't go online, do you?

11/03/01 10:26 AM

Little Girl Selling Candles: Is your name Goodbye Chopin because you play Chopin?

12/30/01 9:20 AM

Little Girl Selling Candles: Are you in your third year of junior high school?

After reading these messages, Huo Feng realized that after he was not on QQ, the little girl who sold candles had come to find him, and people didn't deliberately provoke him to disappear, but lost his QQ number.

"Number? Shouldn't it be a password? Huo Feng thought a little strangely.

I saw the little girl selling candles and asked him if he was in the third year of junior high school, and he didn't need to read the chat history, he was not mistaken, he really didn't tell Zuo Zaianian what grade he was.

Huo Feng was in a good mood at this time, so he decided to answer Zuo Zai's previous question.

Goodbye Chopin: Goodbye Chopin means not playing Chopin.

Huo Feng felt that he was on the Internet before, and he still had to deal with someone he didn't know, so the principle of not taking the initiative to contact was actually quite boring.

So after Huo Feng answered this question, he planned to take the initiative to ask something.

When he wasn't online and didn't reply, didn't the little girl who sold candles ask questions one after another. Why can't he?

However, Huo Feng didn't have time to ask questions yet. The little girl selling candles turned on and sent him a message back.

Little Girl Selling Candles: Huh? Don't play Chopin anymore? So what's that? Isn't Chopin the most powerful? Oh yes, I remember it's your birthday! Happy birthday to you, and remember to make a wish this year.

Huo Feng was a little stunned, did the little girl wait for him on the Internet today and wish him a happy birthday? But how did she know what school she was in and what grade she attended?

Goodbye Chopin: How do you know I'm four?

Little Girl Selling Candles: Did you write it in your previous information?

Goodbye Chopin: Then how do you know that I am a junior in junior high school?

Little Girl Selling Candles: I guess!

Goodbye Chopin: Can you guess that?

Little Candle Girl: Of course, if I were your age, I would be in the third year of junior high school.

Zuo Zai is actually a blind cat and a dead mouse, where could she know that the school age in Beijing is different from that in Wenzhou, she just thinks that if she was born on January 10, 87, she should be in the third year of junior high school now.

The little girl who sells candles: By the way~ Then how do you know that I know that you are in the third year of junior high school?

Goodbye Chopin did not answer immediately, he took a camera and took a picture of a tiger candle with half of its head burned. Then pass to the left again.

Little girl selling candles: Haha, I didn't have a birthday today, you don't have to send me a photo of the candles, did you pay me back last year's birthday gift? Then you will send it ten days in advance next year~

Without waiting for Huo Feng to answer, Zuo Zai reacted that this photo was not sent to others last year.

The little girl who sells candles: Lala~ You can actually receive it, I haven't even asked you if you are in the fourth middle school. So I didn't even dare to fill in the sender's information, for fear that I would send the wrong one and return it and have to pay postage. Don't worry about it now, it's really great~

Goodbye Chopin: Is postage expensive?

The little girl who sells candles: The post office box still charges money, and it costs 17 yuan if you count the box.

"I have to worry about the postage of 17 yuan, this little girl is really interesting." Huo Feng was thinking about it, and Zuo Zai's news came again.

Little Girl Selling Candles: But if you return it, it should only cost 14 yuan, because the box doesn't have to pay anymore.

Goodbye Chopin: How do I think that your wooden boxes for candles should be more than 14 pieces, do you feel sorry for the postage and not for the candles?

The little girl who sells candles: Well, this ~ just look at my name ~

Goodbye Chopin: Uh, I don't know~ (Huo Feng's typing style has been infected by Zuo Zai at this time, and the waves are coming)

The little girl who sells candles: I'm a candle seller~ Candles don't need money~ :P

Goodbye Chopin: Do you want money to give it to me?

The little girl who sells candles: Haha, yes~yes~

Huo Feng felt very strange, this little girl who had only chatted a few words a year ago, how could she feel like she had known a friend for a long time, when did he say so many things to strangers?

Even if he is a classmate, then he may only talk so much to others in a year.

Huo Feng felt that he liked it a little, this little girl who could make him talk a lot like ordinary boys, selling candles. He thought so, and he really made the gods beat him like this.

Goodbye Chopin: I like you a little bit.

Huo Feng came back to his senses, and when he saw the message he sent, he couldn't believe his eyes, what was he posting? How could he like a little girl who had chatted twice on QQ and didn't know what she looked like.

No, the online name of the little girl is not necessarily a little girl, people report that their family is called Zuo Zai, but the name Zuo Zai can't tell the men and women. He made a mistake in his nerves to type such a sentence.

Huo Feng deeply felt that he was right not to speak before. It's wrong to say too much. It's sent out at this time, and I can't delete it if I want to, it's too scary. He knew very well what would happen if he said that to a female classmate.

Little Girl Selling Candles: Really? Then don't say goodbye to Chopin, you want to see Chopin again~ Our family Tongtong is very good at playing Chopin, and I have been very envious of her playing the piano since I was a child~ But~ She went to Shanghai last year to study at a music school, so I couldn't listen to her play Chopin :(

Huo Feng thought that if he didn't go to the left, he would see that the sentence of liking would be this reaction. was stunned, and felt that he had to continue her words.

Goodbye Chopin: Your family?

Little Girl Selling Candles: Yes, I've loved her since kindergarten, and she really plays the piano very well.

Goodbye Chopin is a little dumbfounded, is the little girl who sells candles really a man, and there is a childhood sweetheart who came from kindergarten? He didn't even know what to say.

When Huo Feng was dumbfounded, Zuo Zai sent another message.

Little Girl Selling Candles: If I were a man, I would marry her when I grew up!

"It turns out ~ uh ~ it's okay", Huo Feng is now even a little wavy in his mental activities.