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1 Exotic

After the age of eight, his world was always calm until he met her.

He has something that countless people have pursued all their lives that they don't necessarily get. Xu didn't find anything he particularly needed to fight for, so his life was so peaceful.

It's just that he's busy with socializing every day, which makes him accidentally bored. But he knew that in order to fully establish himself in a place, it was important to be sociable.

He also knows that only if he is good enough can he rely on his mother and be recognized by the family. So he has always been strict with himself, and he has become better little by little. is so good that people can't ignore his existence, so good that people can only praise him.

Perhaps because he has half of the blood of other countries in his body, perhaps he thinks that the place where he stayed when he was a child is his hometown. He has always felt that this place is "foreign country".

As I grew up, the feelings became stronger and stronger. Later, he came to know that it was a sense of belonging.

Where it belonged was not very clear to him.

Perhaps, he belonged to this place, this place to accept him.

In fact, he didn't have to miss the place he had been. If you leave, you can't go back.

At that time, he thought that he would never go back.

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2 There is a beautiful man

There is a cloud in the Book of Songs: "There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful." Encounter and meet, and meet with the son. ”

It was from a book he had read as a child, and the reason why he remembered it suddenly was because in the middle of summer, he had met her.

In the middle of summer, the flowers are in full bloom.

As usual, he sat bored next to the professor, glanced casually at the audience, but saw the girl with beautiful black hair in the crowd.

The girl's skin is fair, her facial features are exquisite, and she has the warmth and elegance of East Asians. reminded him of the graceful Jiangnan woman he met in the Jiangnan water town many years ago, gentle and lovely, which made people feel very beautiful.

That kind of beauty is comforting, and it also makes people like it very much.

At that time, his definition of "like" was still limited to appreciation. Because it's beautiful, I like it.

When he saw her, he felt reassured.

For some reason, he thought of his father, so he was convinced: it was a Chinese person.

Huaxia, the place where he once stayed, the place he once liked and still misses very much.

In fact, to him, she is an unreasonable existence.

He was indifferent to everything. Even if you see a person with black hair, the most you can do is miss your childhood hometown, and you don't care too much about that person.

But he couldn't ignore her.

When he looked at her, he felt that her eyes seemed to be shining with a faint light, as if she had a few moments, and as if she was a little shocked.

That kind of gaze is different from other women's. Her gaze was pure, so pure that it was not mixed with a trace of desire.

Xu was because the two of them had the same blood in their bodies, and he had an inexplicable feeling for her, which was like his growing "sense of belonging".

His world was originally boring and calm, but her appearance slowly set off waves in his calm world.

From the first time she shyly shook his fingertips, from the first time she said her name, from the first time she walked side by side with him on the road to the academy, talking to him in a familiar but somewhat unfamiliar language.

His world, which was as bleak and cold as winter, slowly bloomed like that midsummer.

She didn't know that she had entered his world at the best time and in the best possible way.

She didn't know that from then on, his world was only her.

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3 The beginning of love

Xu is because he has the same blood as her, and he has a tacit understanding with her inexplicably.

The two of them would always say the same thing and smile at each other. With just one look, the two will know each other's thoughts.

This tacit understanding between him and her slowly made him have special feelings for her.

She was the first girl with whom he hoped to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas.

So on Christmas Eve he sent her back to his residence, and outside the door, he grabbed her wrist and invited her: "Christmas, let's spend it together?" ”

She hesitated for a long time, and after feeling the uneasiness in his eyes, she smiled, "Okay." ”

He was truly aware of his feelings and was his first Christmas with her.

Ignorant of her life, she stood under the mistletoe, and he was pushed in front of her by his own mother. Mother spoke about the traditions of Christmas, and at the instigation of the crowd, he dropped a kiss on her red lips.

At first taste, it was very shy, very soft, a little cool, but with a bit of bitter sweetness.

That's the taste of chocolate. For him, it is also the taste of first love.

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4 Just friends

Originally, he only knew that he would be inexplicably nervous when he saw her, and he only knew that her smile would affect his emotions.

Originally, he didn't know that that kind of liking was not just about "appreciating".

It wasn't until he rejected a blonde girl's confession to him, and the girl said something detractorous about her, that he realized that he was "like" for her.

Liking is not just the liking of appreciation, not just the liking of "belonging", but the liking of wanting to protect her and wanting to share her white head.

So he began to tempt. In the continuous temptation, little by little I determined my feelings for her. is also in the constant temptation, a little bit of doubt about her mind.

"We are only friends, and we can only be friends."

On the eve of Valentine's Day, under the bright moonlight, she said.

She made it clear, but he became more and more confused.

He didn't understand, because in everyone's opinion, he and her were a good match, and they also felt that the two of them were in love and should be together.

He didn't understand, because he thought that she should feel the same way about herself as he did for her.

But she said it was just a friend.

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5 Under the Stars

Mother said that the Chinese girl is reserved and reserved.

So he felt that she must have been frightened by himself. So he treated her a little better, but he also restrained his feelings a little.

He could feel that she was slowly becoming dependent on him. But he didn't know that she only saw in him the shadows of her brothers.

The relationship between the two has become more intimate, but more like relatives, he is her only relative in a foreign land. As she said, "I think you're like a brother." ”

Hearing her say this, he will feel a trace of loss in his heart, and he will also feel a trace of unwillingness. But more than that, there is joy.

Rejoice, because she doesn't treat him like an outsider.

He knew all her emotions, all her past, all her preferences, and why she only regarded herself as an older brother.

"I'm betrothed to a man." Her voice was soft, especially gentle in the midsummer night's breeze, "When I return from my studies, I will marry him." ”

"He must be a very good man, right?" He chuckled and tilted his head slightly to look at her side face.

"He'......" she smiled lightly, her tone tingling with a bit of joy, "he's the only person I want to marry in my life." ”

There was a smile in her eyebrows, but he felt a little helplessness from it, a kind of helplessness that he couldn't ask for.

Looking at her side face, his eyes sank unconsciously, and he saw her take out a folded letter from her pocket.

She said to him, "By the way, I just received a letter from him today. ”

Hearing this, he looked up with some displeasure and looked at the starry sky.

But she opened the letter, took out the letter inside, handed it to him, and said, "Now, I'll only show you." ”

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the letter she handed to him, looked away with some disdain, and said, "It has nothing to do with me, show me what to do?" ”

The tone seemed to be asking, but she was not angry.

She tilted her head to look at him and said, "Really don't look?" ”

"Don't look." He looked at the starry sky, and his tone remained the same, "I don't know him." ”

"Maybe you'll know each other in the future?" There was a bit of joking in her tone.

But he looked at her with a serious look on his face, and said, "No way, unless he comes to Great Britain." ”

"Aren't you going to Huaxia?" She took back the letter and asked.

"I think ......," he said, looking up at the night sky again, "I won't go." ”

"Don't you miss home?" There was a bit of confusion in her eyes.

"This is my home." He lowered his eyes to look at her, and his tone was like the night wind, very gentle, with a little coolness.

"But......" she stopped talking, then chuckled and changed the subject, "When I first saw you, I thought you were from China." ”

"I know." His voice was soft, very gentle.

"You know?" She was a little surprised.

He smiled softly, raised his hand and touched her head, and said, "Otherwise, you can't follow me, right?" ”

"I'm just ......" she suddenly felt a little shy and lowered her head slightly, "I think you're very kind." ”

"Haha." He laughed twice, and then said no more.

The evening breeze is gentle, blowing the hair of the two, and the summer insects break the silence, but it makes people feel comfortable.

He looked at her shyly and lowered his head, his heart moved, his eyes were staring at her, and his face was unconsciously close to her.

She was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly turned her head, looked up at the night sky, pointed to the Milky Way in the sky, and said, "Look, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl on both sides of the Milky Way." ”

Startled by her sudden reaction, he sighed softly and looked in the direction she was pointing, with his hands behind his head and lying back on the grass.

Without hearing an echo, she looked back at him and asked with a smile, "Do you know the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl?" ”

"Yes." His eyes shone slightly, as if they contained a starry light.

Hearing this, her eyes were a little lost, and she was thinking about how to answer, when she heard his voice again: "I still know the story of Lyra." ”

There was a little curiosity in her eyes, and she blinked at him with beautiful eyes.

The evening breeze brought a bit of coolness, blowing the bangs on her forehead.

Under the stars, like him, she lay on the grass and looked up at the stars, listening to him tell the story of the constellations.

His beautiful voice was as gentle as the night breeze, but it was not as cool as the night breeze, but it made her feel very warm.