In City B, where it is more than ten degrees below zero, a pretty woman dressed in red is particularly conspicuous, with loose black curly hair on her hat in twos and threes, fluffy and shiny.

And the little face with a big slap obviously wore light makeup, which was pitiful and exuding the color of youth.

The fingers that were strangled red by the luggage belt moved slightly, touched his thick black half-length hair, and a touch of loss rose in his heart.

After all, it was the boy who made him feel a little different for the first time, and in front of the dazzling and pretty girl next to him, he was just an ugly duckling.

Quickly escaping from the crowd, she didn't want to see the warmth of others anymore.

And at the crowded station, Mo Zixuan looked at his girlfriend in front of him who was wearing black stockings, revealing two thin legs, and his two curved eyebrows also quietly frowned.

"Isn't it cold?" Pulling on the lever of the suitcase, the good-looking boy had a green face, but he was so indifferent and lazy.

"People are here to pick you up."

Laboriously manipulating the high heels on his feet, Mo Xiao looked at the figure of Xin Chang who was getting farther and farther away from him, pouted dissatisfiedly, and shouted loudly.

"Keep up!"

put the headphones on top of his head into his schoolbag, and Mo Zixuan didn't reply, but there was a rare glimmer of brilliance in his indifferent eyes.

Gentleness, this is the reason why the mayor's daughter Mo Xiao was tightly tied to this boy.

For example, the boy in front of him, who can be regarded as a demon, does not meet the expectations of his family, and his family background is a distance that the two cannot cross.

Although she didn't know what Mo Zixuan's house was doing, she still saw something from his clean but washed white jeans.

However, love in youth, this thing, often does not involve material, this cruel term.

Mo Zixuan will never know that he was once the girl who was humble to the bone, and there was only a glimmer of hope in life.

When that hope was dashed, for the first time, she went crazy.

Grief may be like an hourglass that swings back and forth, it disappears little by little, but it comes back little by little.

In this school that is incompatible with Xiang Qing, this is about such a process.

Everything about Mo Zixuan, she probably learned from other people's mouths.

I heard that when he was shopping in the city center, he was grabbed by a scout from a Korean company and desperately wanted his contact information.

For another example, in the campus where handsome men and beautiful women are prevalent, some people who want to be his girlfriends stand on the roof of a high teaching building and force each other with their lives.

As for whether she will really jump off the building, no one knows.

However, youth may be like this, which can be squandered without scruples, and the passion burns.

A few years later, Xiang Qing looked speechlessly at the man sleeping on the sofa like a newborn baby, and sighed in a low voice, her youth was silently burning.

But it's just a wry smile, it should be counted.

Before that day, she had always thought that around Mo Zixuan, there were completely dazzling things, but she didn't expect that one day, she would find out,

In fact, he was just a confused teenager.

Turning around the bustling cafeteria, suddenly, she heard a very familiar voice, saying that it was familiar, but in fact, it was not so familiar.

It's just an occasional echo in my dreams.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" There was a slight tremor in the light voice, and when he looked at the Qing probe, he saw a mess on the ground.

The steaming food was splashed on the floor, and beside it, stood two handsome men and women in school uniforms.

"What's wrong with me, Mo Zixuan, I'm annoyed."

The corners of Mo Xiao's eyes were slightly scarlet, and he looked up at the handsome face that was even inferior to himself, with the arrogance of the eldest lady in his eyes.

"What?" Kicking the white sneakers on his feet that were burned by hot oil, Mo Zixuan's brows moved slightly, and he asked again.

Xiang Qing had to say that even if he was angry, this 15-year-old boy was good-looking, if he didn't look closely, no one could feel him trembling.

There was an imperceptible emotion suppressed in his black eyes, and his slender hand touched the girl's face and kissed it as lightly as a cicada's wing.

The lunch box in his hand fell, and he fled to Qingluo.

Before leaving, she heard a loud slap and a sharp and hurtful female voice: "What else do you have besides this face?" ”

After the quarrel, there was calm.

Mo Zixuan lowered his head, looked at the messy ground, and picked up a cheap necklace in the muddy road, which was very ordinary, but the meaning was different.

The fingers touched lightly, slightly cool, ignoring the black mud on it, the corners of his good-looking mouth with a bitter smile on his lips, and he stepped out of his long legs.

At the corner, his slightly moist eyes paused, and he looked at the silver lunch box that had been left behind in a hurry, and shook his mind for a long time.

Fingertips touched the dry lips, that kiss, maybe not passionate, and there was no skill to speak of, but she knew that it was the only self-esteem of an excellent boy.

However, it seems to have been easily trampled on......

The cold winter is quietly coming again, this year, the winter snow is particularly heavy, because of the thinness of the down jacket, sadly, she caught a cold.

With a big sneeze, for the first time, she called in sick and came to the house that belonged to her and her grandparents, and under the care of the two elders, she gradually recovered.

However, fate often plays tricks on you like this, and just when your illness happens, another bad news comes.

It turned out that my father already had another home 2 months ago.

legal, but it also makes my heart cold.

Suddenly, she felt that the whole world had betrayed her.

On the other side, Mo Zixuan, the clear young man, was also bearing the heaviness with his thin arms, which others could not understand.

The grandmother who took care of himself passed away quietly on a snowy night, and in front of the old man who lost his temperature, the boy who didn't seem to eat the fireworks in the world, for the first time, cried.

He hasn't shed a tear for years since he was sent here.

Later, a black sedan came to the town, which many people could not imagine, and later, the yard with the large persimmon tree was permanently locked.

Many years later, when Mo Zixuan took Xiang Qing's hand and walked here again, he rolled up his white shirt sleeves and climbed the tree with his white hands that did not touch the spring water.

Picked a bright red persimmon, peeled off the skin, smiled lightly, and put it into her dry mouth.

That's Xiang Qing, the best thing I've ever eaten in my life.

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packed his clothes, and once again, Xiang Qing embarked on the return journey, sitting in that familiar position, but that good-looking side face suddenly appeared in his mind.

Stroking the same misty glass, Xiang Qing curled a bitter smile at the corner of her mouth, and wrote "hello, Mr. Mo" that only she could see

That secret love full of bitterness, not even any love at all, just a faint heartbeat, finally sank into Xiang Qing's heart forever in that cold winter.

She has a small heart, or only holds what she cherishes......

And that handsome young man, the first love with clear eyes, was forever buried in the dusty memory with the heavy snow that had not been encountered for decades.

Later, what happened.

Xiang Qing was reluctant to mention it, even though it was a few years later, she still couldn't let go, the hoarse quarrel, the snowy night of crazy running, became a hot mark.

Every now and then, she will always get burned.

Three years later, in September, when the breath of midsummer swept across Kyoto, Xiang Qing smiled when the breeze gently brushed her cheeks......

When she stood in the whole place known as the highest university with a khaki suitcase in her hand, she still felt a little uncomfortable, it seemed too dazzling and carried too much hope.

She believes that there is always something unexpected in life that will add a few bright colors to your ordinary life.

Laboriously came to the reporting office, Xiang Qing looked at the bustling crowd, and definitely felt a headache, she had always disliked such a noisy environment.

After squeezing for a long time, she felt that she was still far away from the tall orange sheds, and there were crowds of people everywhere, almost making her lose her direction.

Douda's sweat ran down her chin, wetting the admission letter in her hand, and she subconsciously shook it, and the crowd let out an exclamation......

Two tall boys passed through the crowd, with a unique temperament, with arrogance and flamboyance between their eyebrows and eyes, and it was strange that the surrounding freshmen unconsciously gave way to the road.

Later, she learned that it was a well-known stubborn child in Kyoto, the merry Cheng family's eldest young Cheng Jiaming, and Song Cheng, the younger brother of the Song family, who was forever silent as the sea and expressionless, those were the two most influential figures in the highest university.

And, of course, one more, behind them......

When Xiang Qing saw Mo Zixuan again, she was already past the age of youthful sprouts, but the heart that had always been obedient was once again uncontrollable.

It was the first time in more than four years that the two had met like this.

Under the neat short black hair, his facial features have become more and more refined, and the black eyes that have made him stop breathing more than once have begun to be the same as before.

The white shirt with a little graffiti was neatly put on his upper body, highlighting his slender and white neck, and the black trousers just covered his legs, three-dimensional and stylish.

I have to admit that even in front of the two equally outstanding boys in front of him, in addition to his amazing appearance, Mo Zixuan exuded a kind of indifference and self-control from top to bottom, as if nothing could stir up his ripples.

This special temperament attracts the attention of others even more.

Before, she would see melancholy and unknown sadness in his eyes, but now, there was nothing, nothingness, unharmed from ordinary people.