After class, "Why are you helping me?" Qianqian approached Lingling, Lingling looked up at Qianqian, this unruly young man had a sharp face, Lingling stroked the green wind chimes without looking up at Qianqian and said lightly, "Shouldn't you say thank you?" Qianqian sneered, "If it's because of Liuyi helping me, then I really can't thank you!" "Mention this name, Lingling slowly raised his head, this is the pain in his heart, if his love with Yuxi is destined not to be smooth sailing, then he is willing to wait, he believes that there will be a day, she recalls a qiē, but there must be a lot of helplessness in this process, in order for her to be comfortable, he is willing to do what he can, including helping Qianqian." You're too impatient and too high-spirited. Lingling's words broke through the hidden danger factors: "If you do this, people are easy to get into trouble!" There was a dark flame hidden in Asa Qian's eyes, and he approached Lingling, "This is my business, don't worry about it!" Lingling's eyes were unfazed, crystal clear, and could drip out like water, "I want to take care of someone else, you don't make trouble for her." Qian's eyes were too hostile, and Lingling's eyebrows revealed firmness. They are two very different people, both in love with the same Ryuyi..."Xinuo, let's go out together this weekend. Lingling casually asked, "Your friend is coming too?" "Of course, it's hard to get all of them!" "Good!" The short answer contains Lingling's inexhaustible feelings. "Qianqian, Yu Li asked us to go play together on the weekend." Liuyi was full of anticipation, and Qianqian looked at Liuyi's yearning look, "Then we have to have a good time, this is the first party we have had since returning home!" Where to? "Yu Li hasn't said it yet, it's right to listen to her arrangement." Liuyi has always believed in Yu Li's taste. "Xinuo, will you bring your brother Xining here" Yu Yi asked cautiously, and Lingling replied casually, "I haven't told him yet." "Don't tell sù, I have a rare leisurely time, and I don't want to live a trembling heart." Yu Yi's face was sad. Yin Xiao smiled and leaned back, "Why have you become so cowardly, are you a little brat?" You can't believe it when I say it, he has always been pretending, his heart is more mature than us, and his IQ is still 200" Yin Xiao leaned in front of Yu Yi and felt the temperature of his forehead with his hand, "There is no fever" Yu Yi opened his hand, "What I said is true, you have to believe me!" "And then it didn't happen.

On weekend mornings, the snow was thick and layered, and the east glowed against the snow. Lingling's tall figure, still white coat, high-necked sweater covers the green bell hanging around his neck, and there is a poem Zeng Yun "Northern scenery, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow." Endless silent and uninhabited, the snowflakes are still drifting, he walked forward step by step in the snow, not far away, Liuyi spread out his hands and closed his eyes and smiled to feel this rare sunshine, the red clothes are like cold plums, extraordinarily enchanting, in order to lay the "plum blossom fragrance from the bitter cold." Lingling is convinced that winter is over, and spring should come. Lingling's hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, and shoulders were full of snow, and he held a red umbrella in his hand, with the inscription "Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers" The closer to Liuyi, Lingling found that her heartbeat was not her own, it was beating for her, and slowly the frequency of their beating became the only one. The wind rose, Liuyi's bright red scarf danced with the wind, the scarf flew from her neck, fluttering gracefully in the wind, the wind stopped, the scarf fell in Lingling's hands, Liuyi didn't notice the coldness of her neck at all, Lingling held the scarf and got closer and closer to her, the snow was getting bigger and bigger, her hair began to get wet, Lingling could hear her heart "plop, plop" Every sound is a mark, it is the mark of him and Yuxi. The last step to stand still, Lingling stared at Liuyi who closed his eyes and felt the sunshine in front of him, his index finger was forced, the umbrella "poof" stretched out on Liuyi's head, the weight of the snowflakes followed towards the umbrella, Liuyi opened her eyes, and what greeted her was white, white coat, snowflakes on the white coat, white sweater, red lips above the white sweater, delicate face, high nose bridge, as big as the eyes of a star, inside like moonlight, starlight, the combination of eyeballs and whites of the eyes, she was shocked, the purest black in the world, The purest whiteness is in his eyes, reflecting each other. The snow on his eyelashes, the wind blowing, trembling slightly, his eyebrows are like swords, and they are all emotions that she can't read. Lingling's other hand reached into the turtleneck, pulled hard, the bell made a "ding, ding" sound, ethereal and long, Lingling held the bell, handed the umbrella in her hand, and then hugged her neck with both hands, and crossed her shoulder, "Promise me not to take it off, Yuxi..." Qianqian held an umbrella and carried two cups of hot milk tea in his hand, just bumping into this scene, from such an angle, they looked like they were kissing, the milk tea in his hand fell into the snow and spilled into a flower, on the other side, Yu Li took Yin Xiao and Yu Yi, who came late, Yu Yi looked sad, because Xining was next to him, and he was holding his hand, he was going to die of disgust, and he felt as awkward as a same-sex person of the same age. "They're all waiting for you, and we'll be on our way in a moment." Yu Li said in front. When Yu Li was still complaining about the slowness of a few of them, he suddenly stopped, and the three people behind him also looked up, the sky was full of snow, one white and one red hugged each other, and the umbrella they were holding appropriately covered their faces, it was hard to imagine the picture inside. At this moment, time stood still, everyone looked at the middle of the snow, the thick snow on the red umbrella, one red and one white were so matched, like the people in the painting, as if they were the only ones left in the world, and there was only one pair in this heaven and here.