In her heart, there has always been a little teenager. She believed that she would see him again.

{I'm Fang Qiwei, the little girl who used to be in the faint light of dusk, against the light and wanted to see your cheek clearly.} With all hope, I want to see you again. }

Qiwei rushed down from the upstairs and crashed into a warm embrace, the pungent smell of wind oil essence came to her face, stimulating her nerves, she stood firm and didn't have time to see the face of the person she hit clearly, so she hurriedly apologized and fled quickly

。 The people behind seemed to be calling her, Qiwei just didn't hear the quickening of the pace, she just wanted to escape back to the dormitory as soon as possible and hide in her warm quilt, gulping down the smell of sunlight remaining on the quilt.

When I woke up, the sky outside the window was completely dark. I touched my phone and looked at the time, it was just six o'clock.

In winter, it gets dark especially early in the north, and Qiwei, who has lived in the south since childhood, has a trace of unaccustomedness.

No one in the dormitory is there, probably all out on a date, they all have boyfriends, only she hasn't. In her heart lived a little teenager.

When she was young, Qiwei stayed in different cities with her parents for a while, leaving in a hurry.

Her parents are geology and are always not around, and her grandmother doesn't like her and is even more unwilling to take care of her, so her mother has to take her with her.

Qiwei slowly got used to this kind of life, and learned to cook simple meals at a very young age. Once Qiwei accidentally burned her arm, her mother came home and quarreled with her father, holding her in her arms and crying silently. Eventually, she was sent to foster care by her mother at a good friend's house.

The little boy in Qiwei's heart is the son of her mother's best friend. She remembered that he took a pencil and wrote his name in front of her, his name was Lin Yuesheng. She can always see the paper with clear handwriting in her dreams, stroke by stroke, square.

Stretched out her hand to tear off the scarf thrown at the head of the bed and wrap it around her neck, Qiwei shrunk her neck, the scarf was woven by her mother, very cotton and soft, a few years ago, her mother left the geological team, stayed at home to take care of her wholeheartedly, and also made her feel the warmth from her mother.

There is a crockpot soup at the entrance of the school, which tastes very authentic and has a great attraction to Qiwei. Her mother also has a good soup making skill, and the soup she makes always makes Qiwei drink with a smile on her face.

Qiwei asked for yam pork rib soup and sat down in her seat to drink it contentedly. What happened in the afternoon had already been thrown into the sky by her.

A white sketchbook suddenly appeared in front of Qiwei, who was immersed in soup, and Qiwei suddenly saw three big characters on the sketchbook - Fang Qiwei.

She looked up and saw that the hand holding the sketchbook was beautiful, and presumably the owner of the hand was also beautiful. However, what she saw was the face of an indifferent man.

"Pay you back." The owner of the hand made a sound, and it was a stiff feeling.

"Thank you." Qiwei put down the spoon and took the sketchbook, scratching her head again, as if she remembered something and suddenly regained her spirit. "I'm sorry that you bumped into someone in the afternoon. I'll treat you to soup. Qiwei called out to the boss loudly and asked for a yam pork rib soup.

"No need." The indifferent face became even more indifferent, but Qiwei was completely focused on her soup without noticing. The boss brought the soup and put it away, and Qiwei tugged at his sleeve and motioned for him to sit down.

"The soup was delicious. Drink and see! ”

"Why are you running so fast in the afternoon?"

Hearing this, Qiwei's face changed instantly, and the spoon stayed in the air for a few seconds and then fell like a white porcelain soup bowl. She glanced at the man and rolled her eyes in annoyance. Such gossip and put on a stinky face, what kind of world!

"Drink it. We don't owe each other anything after drinking. ”

{I'm Lin Yuesheng, the little boy who was a little cowardly and was blocked by you.} At the age of eight, there are some dim years because you exist and become warm. For so many years, you are my most beautiful dream. }

Qiwei lay on the red lacquered table in the library in a daze, and fell asleep in a daze. The sun shone in through the glass window and fell on her body, and some slightly warm sensations flowed from her limbs to her heart. Qiwei saw herself and her little boy in a dream when she was still a child.

"Qiwei, here you go."

When I was a child, Yuesheng had a speech barrier and was a very silent child. Qiwei is arrogant, like a hedgehog. Yuesheng is good to Qiwei, and Qiwei is naturally good to Yuesheng.

The children in the yard bullied Yuesheng, Qiwei picked up gravel and threw those children, and then pulled Yuesheng away. As a result, the child's parents went to Yuesheng's house to find Yuesheng's parents, and Yuesheng was punished for kneeling.

Qiwei also knelt next to Yuesheng, crying while kneeling. Yuesheng took out the toffee from his pocket and gave it to Qiwei to eat. In this world, only Qiwei knows that Yuesheng is good and Wen Tun is good.

"Wake up."

Lin Yuesheng has been sitting next to Qiwei and watching Qiwei sleep. She has really changed a lot from when she was a child, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows have faded from the domineering of her youth and become gentle.

He had fantasized about what Qiwei would look like when she grew up countless times, but he still hadn't really seen the reality. Qiwei can't recognize him anymore, after so many years of separation, they have all grown into adults.

"Yes. Thank you for the clothes. What is your name? ”

Qiwei rubbed her eyes and saw the person sitting next to her clearly. They had already met once, and he already had a faint smell of wind oil essence on his body.

"Qiwei, my name is Lin Yuesheng."

In the empty and silent library, there were stools scratching against the floor tiles, and they were harshly stiff. Qiwei looked at Lin Yuesheng in surprise, she saw her own appearance in his eyes.

Tsukisheng's eyes are pure black, like bottomless whirlpools. When she was a child, Qiwei liked to pull Yuesheng to look for her own shadow in his eyes. The black pupils are like obsidian, attracting Qiwei, and they can't extricate themselves from it.

After Qiwei was picked up by her parents, Yuesheng's parents divorced, Yuesheng went to live in a seaside city with her father, and Qiwei never saw Yuesheng again.

When they came out of the library, Qiwei thought about it and took Yuesheng to the crockpot soup restaurant where she often drank soup.

"You like soup?"

"Like. Because the soup made by my mother is delicious, I also like to drink the soup here. ”

"Qiwei, it's good to see you."

"Me too."

Yuesheng and Qiwei talked a lot that day. They recalled the things when they were children together, and Yuesheng told Qiwei what happened over the years, and Qiwei looked at Yuesheng with some distress.

When I was a child, I knew that Yuesheng was a taciturn child and didn't talk much, so I was always bullied by the children in the compound. Now they have grown into such a jade tree in the wind, I don't know if it is the same temperament as when I was a child.

Yuesheng came here this summer when he came to the city with a hot and humid atmosphere, and became a teacher in the art department of this university. And Qiwei happens to be also a student of the art department.

{Yuesheng, I'm Qiwei.} It's the Qiwei who has been willing to stand in front of you to protect you since she was a child, so please don't drive me away. }