Chapter 17: The Cotton Melts
I rubbed my sore eyebrows, it turned out that it was so late, the classmates went home, and when they went out, she was the only one in the dormitory, and she had to finish knitting the sweater in her hand soon.
It looks like it's about to snow.
I don't know, is he cold?
She breathed a sigh of relief in the palm of her hand.
There is no heating in the dormitory, she has to be cold for another semester, and next year, this time next year, there will be heating.
The door creaked open, and one of her roommates came back with a large bag of things.
"Meng Yao, didn't you go out?" As soon as I closed the door, I felt a lot warmer, it was too cold outside, but it was okay inside, at least, it was impermeable on all sides...... Wall.
"No," Bai Mengyao took another breath of hot air in her hand, "It's too cold outside, I'm afraid of the cold." ”
"It's not warm inside," her roommate flattened, "and sometimes there's a heater outside." By the way," she ran over, her eyes red on the sweater in Bai Mengyao's hand, "You haven't finished knitting yet, but this pattern is really beautiful, if only I could." ”
"It's beautiful, but it's too slow," Bai Mengyao shrugged her shoulders, just because this flower was too difficult, and it was a little difficult to weave, otherwise she would have knitted it a long time ago.
"You're really guilty of yourselves," her roommate had already run to his bed, admiring the booty he had bought.
"Hey, Meng Yao, don't you like shopping?"
"I don't like it."
"Then you don't like to buy things?"
"I don't like it," Bai Meng continued to knit the sweater, because she didn't have time.
"You're still not a woman?" Her roommate gave her a blank look, "You don't like what women like, so what do you like?" ”
Bai Mengyao blinked, "I'm really not a woman, I'm a girl." "She is only 19 years old, although she is an adult, but she has not reached the age of 20, she still feels quite young, although there is a suspicion of pretending to be tender.
"Okay, you're a girl," her roommate was speechless, there are always some weird people in this university, such as Bai Mengyao in people's dormitories, who is busy like a spinning top every day, and she doesn't shout tired.
Bai Mengyao opened the window and looked outside.
"Hey, what's out there?" The girl ran over and said, "Is this cotton?" She stretched out her hand to take a piece of snow, and then said stupidly, "Meng Yao, the cotton has melted." ”
And Bai Mengyao also stretched out her hand and took a piece in her hand, it was the cotton that melted, and she had to forget that her roommate was from Fujian, she had only seen cotton, but she had never seen real snow.
"It's snowing," she sighed softly, the snow outside was crystal white, and before long it would be a silvery world, and she picked up a big bag and prepared to go out.
"Meng Yao, where are you going?" Her roommate couldn't help but ask.
"Go out for a walk," Bai Mengyao opened the door, the wind outside was blowing on her body, it was really cold, the winter in the north was really cold.
"It's weird."
Her roommate couldn't help but mutter.
"Yesterday I said I didn't like to go out, why do I want to go out today, besides, it's such a cold day, it's still cotton outside, well," she finally understood, "It's not cotton, it's snow, it turns out that this is snow," she said, she felt that she couldn't help but shiver, "It's really cold." “
"Women are elusive."
And this is a conclusion she gave Bai Mengyao.
Elusive.