Good night doesn't like school.

Everyone was very polite to her, and some even flattered her. She didn't like it because it was hypocritical and vain.

Good night doesn't like to talk, never cares about people. On the forum of the High School Affiliated to Normal University, she has the title of the goddess of icebergs.

She only thinks it's ridiculous, because in real life, there are always some people who think they know you and give you all kinds of strange definitions.

She admits that she is a little cold, a little arrogant, but not an iceberg. Why is your personality like this? Good night thought about this question, probably because her ten fingers touched the cold keys day after day, year after year, and finally even her heart became cold. It may also be because of her grandfather's departure, she suffered too heavy a blow and had too many high hopes.

The world is impermanent, she expects change, and she loves change.

However, she would never have thought that Cheng Songyan would break into her sad world and not be sad with her.

On that day, the sun was just right and the breeze was melodious. The attached middle school has a monthly holiday for three days.

Walking along a small pebble road full of flowers, I feel good night and feel very comfortable.

Probably because of the girl's spring heart, she turned her head slightly, and the tips of her high ponytail swayed gently.

This..... It's the 22nd time she's peeked at Cheng Songyan along the way.

Who's white-clothed young man, full of blue musk deer.

This is the poem that I think best reflects Cheng Songyan.

"Cheng Songyan, you...."Good night I don't know if I'm nervous, and put my hand on my smooth forehead. Don't dare to look into Cheng Songyan's eyes.

"Huh?" The teenager beside him took off his headphones and looked down at her.

There seemed to be a sparkle in his eyes, and her reflection.

Good night, white porcelain is like a slap, and the little face is slightly red.

He put his hand down again, and uneasily tugged at the corner of his shirt, and a beautiful pale blue plaid dress was wrinkled.

"Are you familiar with Su Moting?"

is pretending to be relaxed again, like a little mouse who does not dare to show his flaws and steals rice.

"Hmm."

A simple monosyllabic word lifted the heart of good night.

The folds of the skirt deepened, and the voice of good night became slightly trembling.

"You guys.... Didn't you talk a lot before? ”

"Our math teacher is her father." The young man's voice became unstartled, and after finishing speaking, he put back on the headphones on his shoulder.

Goodnight's fingers loosened little by little.

A sycamore tree in the distance dropped a leaf.

The leaf was swaying in the wind, and it looked like it was stumbling.

Good night I don't remember how many times, she saw Cheng Songyan and Su Moting eating together in the cafeteria, talking and laughing. Su Moting is still serving vegetables to Cheng Songyan.

Is cleanliness also different from person to person?

There's a little bit of a ridiculous thing about this world. Is that right?

In the past, Cheng Songyan and Su Moting performed dramas together, and took tutorial classes together in the Children's Palace. Su Moting, she likes pink, Cheng Songyan likes a little pink girl!

It's like an equation that hasn't been solved for years, and suddenly there is an answer. It makes people unexpected, panicked.

He is the bright moon in front of her window, but she may not be the cinnabar of his heart.

A soft light lit up.

The cold boy on weekdays took off his cold armor, his eyes were full of smiles, so gentle.

He pulled open the second drawer on his left, and inside was a large stack of letterheads.

Ding, 12 o'clock in the evening Beijing time.

He wrote the beginning, hello, my little pink girl.