When Yanran recovered and came out of the quarantine area, it was already early winter, and the sky was covered with snow, which was not big, granular, and it was falling in small numbers.

The sun was unusually dazzling, she blocked her eyes with her hands, looked at the blue sky, and the cold air was inhaled into her lungs, refreshing and fresh, making people feel more comfortable.

During this period of illness, she was stuffy in her room, the window could not be opened, and she had not breathed so freely for a long time.

Xuan Mu, Yun Hai, and Xia Mo waited at the door of the quarantine area early, and when they saw her come out, Xia Mo was the first to run to her with a smile, saying "sister" in his mouth, and then hugged her tightly.

She leaned for a while, buried her head in Xia Mo's shoulder, and sniffed.

Suddenly, there was a feeling of emotion surging in her heart, warm, with a comfortable temperature churning in her heart, and it felt really good to be able to hug.

These days, she is grateful to Xia Mo, she is covered with herpes even she can't bear to look at directly, it is hard to imagine that Xia Mo, a person with princess disease, will always be by her side to take care of her, keep in mind every precaution explained by the doctor, help her apply medicine every day, urge her to eat at the point, and even when she sleeps at night, she is in a half-asleep state, afraid that she will inadvertently scratch everywhere with her hands, and scratch it will fall scars, she didn't expect Xia Mo to be more careful and considerate than anyone else.

In addition to her relatives and Xuan Mu, Xia Mo was the only one who treated her so well, which made her both moved and a little guilty, and she always felt that she had done too little for Xia Mo.

Xia Mo called her sister, but in fact, she knew that it was Xia Mo who took care of her all along!

Although Yan Ran is not good at words, she has always been grateful in her heart, and even secretly made up her mind that she will be a thousand times better to Xia Mo in the future.

The two girls hugged each other in the sun, their eyes glistening with tears. On the contrary, it made the two boys a little embarrassed, why are there so many tears in the girls!

So the hug of two people became four people, and the young children hugged each other and giggled.

The sun shines on them like jewels, exuding enthusiasm, vigor and innocence that can only be found at this age.

In addition to Xia Mo, there is one other person that Yan Ran wants to be grateful for the most, and that is Xuanmu. These days that she was quarantined, Xuanmu would visit her almost every day. Although it was through a window, he always had a way to make her happy and do very strange movements. Draw a heart on the glass with Haqi, and sometimes hand her a small note along the gap.

In order not to let Yanran fall behind in his grades, Xuanmu would ask his classmates in the domestic class to copy his notes every day, and then help Yanran sort them out at night. The next day, I gave it to Yanran for reference.

Although the courses are different, they can be carefully organized. has deepened Xuanmu's understanding subtly, and his grades have continued to rise, and he has already changed from the original scumbag to join the ranks of scholars.

Several significant improvements in performance. Coupled with his already excellent appearance, he has become a new generation of male gods in Nanhua High School, and his popularity is comparable to that of the school grass Lu Yunhai. Even if there is already a regular following, all kinds of small gifts and love letters often appear on the table. It was also because of the fact that he was able to receive these gifts often that Xuan Mu knew that there were so many strange festivals in this world.

For example, the 100-day anniversary of his crush, the anniversary of the first snow, and even the anniversary of his monthly examination in the top 10 of the year group......

The final exams are approaching, the schoolwork is becoming more and more intense, and in the blink of an eye, the first semester of the sophomore year of high school is coming to an end.

They are quietly parting, he knows, she knows, they tacitly know, no matter how intense the schoolwork is, how much study pressure, every day will see each other in the old time and place.

The asphalt road on a winter night is particularly cold, with tall street lamps standing on both sides of the asphalt road, illuminating a cool glow, and fine pieces of snow floating in the sky, dancing in the form of fine particles under the street lamps.

The weather was very cold, and the students trotted all the way to the cafeteria and dormitory after class, which was already secluded, and it was even more lonely at this time.

The street lamp stretched their shadows very long, and the pockets of Xuanmu's school uniform were bulging, and the hands of the two of them were stuffed there, and their fingers were intertwined, which was very warm.

It's so warm that even when you stroll on such a cold night, your heart is warm.

The tiny snowflakes hit their cheeks, and the two of them blushed slightly, but they didn't know whether they were scratched by the small snow particles or blushed by the intertwined fingers.

They just walked like that, the pace was slow, especially cherishing the sweetness and warmth of the moment, in the second year of high school, the opportunities for them to meet were really rare, and they didn't want to be too eye-catching, their relationship was extremely low-key, even if they passed by in the corridor, they didn't dare to look at each other more, and passed the note in a secluded place, counting up, the time they could really hold hands together was only the half hour of the night self-study to the dormitory.

Yanran has a desk calendar in her bedroom, which records the days of the college entrance examination in detail, and she crosses out one every day, but her mood is extremely complicated.

Time is passing day by day, the college entrance examination is approaching, and the time they can be together like this is quietly shrinking.

When the college entrance examination comes, they will be separated!

Every time she thinks of this, her nose will be sour, she can't breathe, and her ears will think of Xuanmu's words, he said: "Four years of college is so long, you really can't bear to see me, don't you want me?" ”

Oh, yes! Four years of college is so long!

How could she not want him? Even in this school, when they see each other every day, she still feels that she misses him, and she will sneak past his classroom after class, just to see him more......

She is not as strong and calm as he imagined, until now she still can't face the separation after the college entrance examination, she can't imagine life without Xuanmu, and even wants to escape, if this world has a chance to freeze time, then at this moment she wants to pause and let them stay in such years.

But time will not stop for them, they will all grow up slowly, go in different directions, and each move forward in a different path.

Yes! Their paths were different, she knew from the moment she met Xuanmu, although they were only 6 years old at that time, she could instinctively feel that this little young master from the city was different from them wild children from the countryside.

But as Xuanmu said, what about different growth environments? As long as they are determined enough, what can't they overcome?

If they have been together for the rest of their lives, what does it matter if they are separated for four years?

In the face of this relationship, Yanran has her own persistence and principles, that is, she should never become a burden and a drag on Xuanmu.

Studying abroad is a good thing, she can't go, but she doesn't want to delay him because of this.

Her Xuanmu is so good, she should stand on a bigger stage.

She firmly believes that her choice is right, and she believes that Xuanmu will not fail her.

She looked up at the big boy, like looking up at the starry sky on a winter night, seemingly out of reach, but she could really feel the warmth he transmitted.

His eyelashes were long, so long that tiny snowflakes fluttered on his eyelids but didn't fall off, and from her vantage point he saw his delicate features almost perfectly carved in the light and dark.

If he doesn't speak and is not naughty, his long eyelashes and deep eyes will always make people feel a unique temperament of nobility and arrogance.

Yan Ran thought that if she hadn't had a deep understanding of Xuanmu, she might never have known how kind, cute, and innocent this seemingly lonely and alienated boy was.

She thought she was lucky, at least God gave her the opportunity to meet Xuanmu, a boy who could bring her sunshine and make her feel happy.

She clenched his hand, his palm was warm, always giving her courage and warmth, no matter how cold the weather was, her heart was warm, as long as she held the boy's hand, she was never afraid.

On a snowy night, she made a wish, white snow fell on her dark hair, if she kept walking, would they be able to join hands to reach the white head?

The snow had been falling for a long time, and it had been covered with a thin layer on the ground, and occasionally creaking when stepping on it, and she listened carefully, as if as long as she was with him, even the sound of stepping on the snow became pleasant.

As if he had noticed that she was looking at him, he looked down at her, only to notice that a thin layer of snow had fallen on her head.

"Is it cold?" He carefully played with the snowflakes in her hair, not wanting her to be infected with the wind and cold again, and being sick or something was the most worrying!

"It's not cold!" She looked up at him, and even though her nose was red, she still said that it was not cold.

He couldn't help but laugh, smiled meaningfully, stretched out his hand and rubbed it, rubbed his palm hot, and carefully held her cheek.

"It's not cold, my nose is red!" He smiled crookedly, doting and gentle.

She looked up at him, and fell right into his star-bright eyes.

She has always known, she knows that he has a beautiful face, and she knows that his eyes are bright enough to seduce people, but she still can't help but admire in her heart, Gu Yanran, Gu Yanran, how can you find such a beautiful boyfriend!

Thinking like this, I suddenly felt as if I had been damaged by Xuanmu, and I was getting more and more stinky fart!

"Hooked on me?" His eyebrows and eyes were slightly raised, and he was indescribably proud.

"Who said that!" She broke free and denied it.

"What's the blushing that is okay?" Xuanmu deliberately teased her, and the way she blushed was too cute.

He said what she thought, and in a word, made her cheeks more and more rosy, but he said recklessly: "It's too cold, it's freezing!" She quibbled, her face flushing redder.

He laughed: "Didn't you just say that it wasn't cold?" "Deliberately teasing her, admiring her blushing cheeks badly.

She looked at him with some annoyance, this Xuan Mu Guo is really getting more and more cunning!

"It's not cold! It's just not cold! She said stiffly.

As soon as she finished speaking, a strong wind blew behind her with snowflakes, and she reflexively shrunk her neck, cold! It's cold!

Suddenly, the whole body was wrapped in warmth, faint, with her most familiar taste.

At some point, Xuanmu hugged her into his arms from behind, unbuttoned the school uniform coat, and wrapped her tightly in his own world, shielding her from the wind and snow.

He pressed his face to her ear and whispered, "You're right, when two people are together, they will never be cold!" (To be continued) R580