"Once, everyone scattered, only three or four were left who had drunk too much, and only Ximu and Liang Cheng were sitting soberly on the sofa in the box.

"Sing a song!" Liang Cheng handed her the microphone, her face full of anticipation, she waved her hand, "I really won't!" ”

Liang Cheng is not difficult for her, "Then I'll sing!" ”

Nozomi looked at him with a smile. It was Liang Cheng's favorite song "Like You".

"The drizzle and the wind damp the streets of dusk / Erase the rain and look up innocently / Look at the lonely evening light / It is the sad memory / Recall the countless thoughts in my heart again / The laughter of the past moment is still on my face: I hope you can know at this moment / It is my heartfelt voice.

I like you/Those eyes are moving/The laughter is more charming/May it be again/Caressing you/That lovely face/Holding hands and talking in dreams/Like yesterday/You and me

I used to be impulsive with ideals/Complaining that it is difficult to be free to fall in love with her/May you know now

/ It's me who says it from the bottom of my heart

I like you/Those eyes are moving/The laughter is more charming/May it be again/Caressing you/That lovely face/Holding hands and talking in dreams/Like yesterday/You and me

Walk alone every night / Wander everywhere / How cold / Struggle for herself in the past / Never know her pain ......"

He sang so affectionately, as if telling endless thoughts, when he frowned, Ximu couldn't help but think of rebirth, thinking of his indifferent face, his long eyelashes, his high nose, and crimson lips, he always inadvertently raised his left hand, touched the tail of his right eye with his index finger and middle finger, and his every move was deeply engraved in her mind.

He let her know what it's like to like someone, like but can't say it, and look at what it's like to be sweet with others, but those feelings are like poison that makes her addicted, makes her sink, makes her fall deeply, she doesn't dare to wake up, she is afraid to wake up that he and her are just strangers.

The music club held a concert in the lecture hall. The members of the music club sang several times one after another, and An An looked down at his watch, it was almost four o'clock, and the regeneration had not yet come. It was said that it would be three o'clock, and it would soon be her turn. It's probably too late.

An An walked to the door of the lecture hall, leaned sideways against the door, tilted his head, and looked at the big screen in a daze, looking depressed. I don't know when, rebirth will appear next to her.

"Waited, huh?"

"I thought you weren't coming!"

"How so?"

"Let's find a place to sit down."

Finally it was An's turn to take the stage, and she was a little nervous. In such a large lecture hall, there was no sound at the bottom, and she was the only one singing. Unintentionally meeting the regenerated eyes, he looked at An An with a gentle smile, so focused and affectionate. She suddenly stopped nervous, smiled back at him, and calmed down.

After An An finished singing, Regeneration kept clapping hard, drumming all the time, everyone else calmed down, and he still drummed, attracting many people's side eyes. But when the others sang, he didn't lift his hand. He is like this, the things he believes are one way to the end, and the rest is worthless to him.

An'an's freshly washed hair hadn't had time to dry completely, and it was a little damp on her body, and she had to rush to study at night. The wind blew through her hair and fluttered, and the evening air was clear, and with the fragrance of her hair, it floated under the nose of the boy behind her, and he took a breath, and the feeling was still familiar. Although he hadn't seen her a few times, his side face, her figure, and her taste, he couldn't describe it, but he remembered it all clearly.

Memories suddenly stepped forward and put the hat behind her back over her head. She shrank her shoulders like a frightened bird, only to feel that it was dark in front of her, like a large dark cloud suddenly surrounded her head, she turned around, stripped her hair, and fiddled with her hat with her hand before she barely showed her eyes, and Shiyi stood in front of her, "You want to catch a cold like this, you can't blow the wind when your hair is still wet!" ”

An An stared at him with wide eyes, the surprise just now was not completely consumed, she pursed her lips and only said a hum word.

"Are you going back to the classroom now?"

"That's right. So do you. ”

"Hmm."

"There's a basketball game next week, do you have time to watch it?"

"When?"

"Next Sunday."

"Okay."

"Then it's settled, cheer me on."

"Hmm."

"If you win, please eat."

"Come again, you invited me last time, change me this time." An'an didn't want to owe favors to others, she didn't want to owe any boy anything but rebirth.

"Don't go back!"

"A meal is not to the point of regret." An An smiled with the corners of his mouth crooked.

Shiyi also smiled, smiling like a galaxy, smiling from ear to ear. An An actually wanted to invite him to dinner, he didn't dare to think about it in his dreams, he thought that he would be rejected by her this time, it turned out that refusal could also be the beginning of acceptance.

The sky suddenly began to snow, it was the first snow of the year, An An subconsciously stretched out her hand, the snowflakes fell in her palms, melted by her body temperature, she looked up at the incomparably deep sky, the snow was falling heavier and heavier, it was really a long road from the dormitory to the teaching building, and soon the snowflakes fell all over her long hair and shoulders.

He looked at her upturned face, her nose flushed from the cold, and her white skin, and he felt that she was like an angel, probably his angel. When he was still in the fugue, that road had already come to an end.

"Bye-bye!" An'an shook off the snow off his hat and turned to enter the classroom.

He was about to wave goodbye and stopped in the air, he passed by An'an's classroom window, watched her take off her hat, sit in her seat, and left silently. Today's evening self-study, he will not be very easy, because there is still a difficult task for him to complete, publish the blackboard newspaper.

Under the blackboard on the back wall of the classroom, there will be a high-scoring essay for each class in the latest monthly exam, and a new one will be posted every month, and he has never read it once, although his writing is average, but he never thinks that reading other people's articles will help him much.

Until he wiped the blackboard, a few familiar words came into his eyes, he fixed his eyes, and there were several eye-catching black words on the head of the scroll, "High One (5) Ban An'an", it turned out to be her, there was her, he was suddenly excited, why he never knew before, he must have missed a lot of her good articles. Even if it was copied, it was not so clear, but the pen was still deeply engraved in his mind.

He stopped the blackboard eraser in his hand and stood there, reading An'an's article over and over again from beginning to end. It seems that he can understand a special meaning between the lines, and he sees the sentence "There is a kind of person that you will only meet once in a lifetime, and it will also make you remember it for a lifetime." "My heart twitched unconsciously, and there was a song she liked, "What I saw, extinguished, I disappeared, remembered, I stood at the end of the cape, I heard the soil sprout, waiting for the epiphany to bloom again, leaving the fragrance to the years, there was no lighthouse on the other side, I was still looking, it was dark and my hair was white, holding my torch tightly, he came and I said to myself, I am not afraid, I love him very much".

He found a sketchbook, tore off a page and copied it, thinking that he must find this song in computer class, and he wanted to hear it.

The first snow is not long gone, and it can't fall into the world of silver in An'an's heart, nor can it be piled up into snow. Because the snow humidity in the south is so high, it will melt and disappear as soon as it reaches the ground in the palm of your hand. Rain and snow are the norm. After the evening self-study class, the sky is just a simple raindrop.

Regeneration stretched out the umbrella in front of An'an and raised it above his head. An'an is still in a fixed position, and it is customary to stand on his right.

"You really can't play an umbrella, you have to do this!" An'an fiddled with the position of the umbrella, "Why do you always like to hit so low?" ”

"Why do you want to hold it so high?" Aren't you afraid that others will see us? He thought to himself.

An Shore smiled, "Did you know that it was snowing during the evening self-study?" ”

"I know, that's why I thought of you."

"Thinking of me?"

"Didn't you say that when it snows, the sky looks particularly deep?"

"You read my essay?"

"Can I not watch it? I was so proud, my classmates were envious of my girlfriend's good writing. ”

"No, it's just luck, the teacher who likes my writing will give a high score, and the score if you don't like it will naturally be very low."

"What I don't like is that I don't have eyes, so I have to go back to the furnace and rebuild."

An'an laughed with a "flutter".

Regeneration changed the handle of the umbrella from his right hand to his left hand, stretched out his right hand to An'an, and said, "Do you think my hands are warm?" ”

She gently placed her hand in the palm of his, sensed the temperature, and quickly moved away. "Well, it's warm."

"Really?"

"Hmm."

"But your hands are cold!"

"I've always been like this."

"Shall I warm you up then?"

"Don't."

He grabbed her hand violently, her hand was soft and slippery, completely wrapped in his palm, she tried hard to break free, but he didn't give her the slightest chance, "No, it will be seen by others." ”

"It's okay to see it." There was an urge to let go of the regeneration in his tone.

Perhaps because he was pushing too hard, she felt that her hands were hot and hot, like a torrent through her brain, swimming all over her body, and her body felt like she was going to sweat.

Maybe it was because he had been thinking about this moment for too long and too long, so he grabbed it so tightly that he was short of breath.

This is the first time they have held hands, and it is the 276th day since they met. It was the first time she felt the temperature of a boy's palm, and it was also the first time he had an impulse that only belonged to youth, he never knew that his blood was so hot, and he wished that a hand could flow blood into her heart. On this cold and wet winter night, on the way back to the dormitory after walking countless times, they had never been so warm and blazing! “