When Qin Wafan confirmed that the person on the second floor of the girls' building opposite was Bai Pujia who was holding the telephone and cooking the phone porridge in the middle of the night, his heart was like a crockpot roasted on the stove in a moment, and cracks as fine as spider silk burst out in the gray and black instantly.

If he was happy just now, how depressed he is now.

For a girl who never cooks on the phone, holding the phone late at night, the situation is obvious.

After all, he was still nothing more than a tree by the school road she walked every day, not surprisingly, and it was only when she passed by, unintentionally swept his gaze, that he had a chance to flash in her sight, which was destined not to stay long.

The moon on the balcony had already unconsciously passed over his head, and in the long corridor of the girls' building opposite, Bai Pujia was like a ball of white moonlight dancing and spinning, holding the telephone, immersed in her happiness, which had nothing to do with him.

He looked at her from afar, frozen like an ice sculpture in a cold night, and his heart was broken again, making him feel that on the night of this month, his floor was winter, and her floor was spring.

"Hey!"

"Hey, Vafan?"

After school the next afternoon, he hesitated for a long time, but still stood by the school road next to Lover's Slope, and met her who had just come out of the cafeteria and was about to wander around the green grass.

She looked like she was no different from usual, the same warm smile, the same familiar air.

Just pay a little attention, and you can see that between her eyebrows and eyes, there is a different kind of joy. This is the unique aura of a woman who is in love. Although he has never really been in love, he understands it in the long-term love for her.

"I called your dormitory at eleven o'clock last night, is it busy, are you still on the phone or have you unplugged the phone line?"

He hid a wounded heart, expecting her to answer that she had pulled out the phone line, and a lie would make him feel much better at the moment.

"Oh, you called again?"

She looked at him in surprise and did not answer directly:

"Is there something going on?"

"Oh, no, I just wanted to see if you slept."

He smiled and subconsciously asked:

"Did you unplug the phone?"

"No, I'm answering the phone, hee-hee......"

She couldn't help but laugh a little with joy. Her honesty made up for him in a down-to-earth manner.

He inhaled cold air in his heart in pain, and his mouth mechanically "oh", and the ravines of his smile were filled with transparent blood, frozen in the sun, like an ice sculpture.

The night before, he went straight to midnight and watched her hang up the phone and go back to the bedroom.

"Are you sure it's okay to look for me?"

She grinned and confirmed, not to confirm that he was okay at the moment, but to confirm that it was okay to look for her at eleven o'clock last night.

"It's okay."

What can he say? Something, a big thing, his mood, to her, is just frost on the tile that can never be seen.

Just like at this moment, he shrunk behind her, she bloomed in front of him, could she be even the slightest bit aware?

They are always, far away.

Her joy was like a tree full of flowers, shining in the sun, and even the shadow bloomed into a jumping flower, huge, mysterious, and close to the end of the world, not giving him a chance to warm up the coldness of the evening sun.

Perhaps, some people's youth is colorful, they want the wind to be windy, they want to be rainy, and some people's youth is destined to be lonely and slim waiting.

He never thought he could be a poet, but he found that because of the sadness under the sun, his dry heart actually became poetic. Since then, the poet, Yu Qin Wafan, is synonymous with pain. He smiled wryly.

"Vafan, do you have time? Let's talk? ”

She didn't leave, but stood where she was, looking at him with a smile two steps away from him, her eyes full of the expectations she wanted to talk about happiness.

"Okay."

He sat down on the lawn, in the same spot he had been on the evening when he had first spoken to her.

"Vafan, I want to tell you, I, I feel like I'm going to fall in love. It's true. ”

These words were sung and whispered from her two plump red lips like poetry, revealing an irrepressible inner joy.

Her pair of red phoenix eyes shine in the afterglow. is also poetic and picturesque - the poet, Yu Bai Pujia, is synonymous with happiness, and he finally got some relief.

Yes, happy and warm, this is how he felt in his heart at the moment he looked at her. This feeling should have been transmitted to him from her eyes and smile.

She's in love. The one who is in love will not be him. He was the one who shared her joy and secrets.

His heart was like a scorching sun, rising and falling below the cold horizon and in the warm sky.

"Has it already begun?"

He didn't want to know who the person she was going to fall in love with, as long as it wasn't him, he couldn't stand it.

"Hmm...... It should be, not yet, in short, it should start, he hasn't officially told me yet, I can't just take the initiative to determine it myself, right? Hum! ”

Sweetness and grumbling go hand in hand. That's not even the beginning, so what's it? His heart struck again, and he couldn't help but laugh to relieve it:

"Hehe, yes, just wait, just wait for him to come and make it clear to you. I guess he's been in his heart for a long time, uh, and he likes you so much. ”

"How do you know? Did I talk to you a lot? How do you know, talk about it, talk about it. ”

She widened her eyelids in amazement, and looked at him coquettishly urging. It turns out that if she is as elegant as her, there will be times when she can't wait because of someone. His heart shrank again.

"Hey, you're so good, as long as you don't refuse, how can a boy not like it? I guess he has thought about how to confess to you countless times, but he is worried that you will refuse, so he is giving himself courage. ”

He wanted to slap himself in the mouth, and help him so much to his rival in love, why couldn't he explain it to her like this?

"Oh...... Vafan, thank you, for looking at me so highly, it looks like I'm still not bad, hehe, but am I really as good as you say? “

She looked at him and asked for evidence that he thought she was good. The goddess also has times when she is not confident, and it seems that she is really emotional.

"You're really nice. He doesn't deserve you! ”

He burst out with some anger. Whoever makes his goddess a little embarrassed will not be able to stand it.

"You know him?"

She looked at him again in surprise. She didn't remember describing that person to him.

"How can I know him, but no matter how good he is, if he wants to match you, even if he stands on tiptoe, he may not be able to reach it!"

He blurted out again in annoyance. can not be rejected by her, and be so valued by her, I really don't know what shit luck I stepped on.

"Ahh Thank you for thinking so highly of me, haha, happy. Although I am not as good as you say, I am much more relieved! I'll just wait for him to tell me about it. ”

She smiled at his words.

"Vafan, it's nice to have a friend like you. Really, thank you. I didn't say anything about this, but you know it. ”

She smiled and emphasized, and returned to her gentle and amiable appearance.

A small butterfly flew around her ankle again, the tip of the blade of grass touching her white instep, October in the south was as hot as August in the north.

In this sunset, in the green lawn, a boy and a girl sat side by side, looking at the fluttering little butterfly and thinking about each other. Before leaving, he realized that the flying butterfly today was not the white of last time, but the goose yellow.