"I feel like I'm really going to spend winter, but it's a pity that the first snow of the year hasn't come yet!"

Mo Qingqing and Liu Fu walked hand in hand on Wutong Avenue and couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, the Wutong Avenue is no longer as verdant as it was when it was first reported, and the palm-sized sycamore is almost gone, and the canopy that could only fall a little bit of light has long been gone, and when you look up, it is a clear white cloud.

In the late autumn when the leaves of the sycamore trees have fallen, the sanitation workers on the avenue have also decreased at a rate visible to the naked eye, and few people are still fighting with the fallen leaves.

"When you look at this leaf, is it the cry of the wind, or the tree's inadequacy?"

Bend down and pick up the palm-sized yellow fallen leaf at your feet, and put it in front of you, so that the already soft autumn light will pass through the leaves, and the softer light will shine.

"Stop, stop, I'm afraid you didn't get the wrong script, such a literary style is not you, a two-dimensional little witch, why don't you come to a sentence 'Autumn is gone, will winter be far away!' I can give you what I can! ”

Glancing at the sycamore leaf in Mo Qingqing's hand, the catkins didn't see the reason anyway.

Just then, an autumn breeze blew by, taking away a few yellow leaves.

"Huh!"

couldn't help but shrink his neck, Liu Wu couldn't dislike Mo Qingqing, and muttered secretly. He reached out and tugged at his clothes, trying to wrap himself tighter.

"It's cold!"

"Anyway, you seem to be a Northeast Yinye, why are you still so afraid of the cold, this will not be below zero! After a few days of first snow, it will go straight to zero, and you still have to go crazy? ”

Feeling his arm tighten in the catkins' chest, Mo Qingqing let go of his hand, letting the fallen leaves drift away with the wind, and pulled helplessly, but unfortunately it had no effect at all, and his arms seemed to grow on the catkins' chest.

"The ghost knows that Xianlin doesn't turn on the heating in winter, and we have heating in the whole province over there! Hiss ......"

The white eyes were not finished, and the words were just said The general catkins shivered coldly, and just opened his mouth, he was half-full with a mouthful of cold air.

"Ahhh

At this moment, the catkins completely collapsed, holding Mo Qingqing's arm with both hands and not letting go, and Mo Qingqing could know the feeling of oppression from his arm, if he didn't agree to her request, his hand would die of lack of oxygen.

"I've convinced you, that's okay, let's go back!"

Hearing Mo Qingqing say this, Liu Wu immediately smiled, she was taller than Mo Qingqing, and she had to hug someone's arm, how uncomfortable it was to bend over, and it was not to make Mo Qingqing give up the idea of continuing to pour.

"I'm so hard!"

Liu Wu, who breathed a long sigh of relief, instantly became active.

"Qingqing, did you receive a response to the fruit you gave to Yang Mobai yesterday?"

"What kind of response do you want, just send it, don't gossip! Let's go, let's go! ”

Not ready to answer Liu Wu's question, Mo Qingqing pulled her hand and ran towards the dormitory.

"Then I won't ask, let's go take a bath on New Year's Day, I miss the big bathhouse in my hometown, let me tell you, sister, my bathing skills are first-class, take you to feel it!"

"Okay, okay, all listen to you!"

……

The student activity center that enters the exam month is deserted.

Students who used to be active in every corner of the city have also put their energy back into their studies.

After all, in the end, they are still just students, and their jobs are still studying.

Whether it's for not failing a course or for promotion, all of them need to be reliable enough to get results.

It is precisely because of this that the student activity center, which has been lively for half a year, has entered a depressed winter again.

"Click!"

The crisp sound of the key sounded, and the wood-colored door opened, revealing Yin Yue's beautiful face.

It's not that she doesn't study, but as a minister, the office of the honor guard is in a sense her little world, whether it's a library, a self-study classroom, not to mention a dormitory, where is there quieter than this small room alone.

Lianbu moved slightly, walked to her desk and sat down, and took out a stack of books from the cabinet, which she usually used to study.

The fingertips moved slightly, and the pale yellow pages slowly turned, and suddenly, the fingers holding the pages froze, and his eyes moved forward, glancing at the peace fruits that were neatly arranged on the table.

Needless to say, they were all sent by the younger students.

The corners of her mouth raised slightly, Yin Yue put the open textbook upside down on the table, stretched out her hand to take the nearest box, and slowly opened it.

"It's been more than a year in the blink of an eye, and I've become a senior sister!"

Holding the red apple in the palm of his hand, Yin Yue's red lips opened slightly, and he let out a faint sigh.

As he spoke, he put the apple back in the box and picked up another one and opened it.

"Hey, this note is so old-fashioned!"

Yin Yue, who was just casually opening it, didn't think much about it, and never thought that in addition to apples, there was an ancient bookmark in this box.

"It's ...... Yang Mobai's words! ”

A bluegrass plant is drawn underneath the long paper stick, with a hole at the bottom and a red string hanging from it. What attracted Yin Yue's attention the most was the note on the bookmark.

"There are beauties in the north since nature, and when will the beacon fire prevail. The jade fat condensation snow powder makeup is gorgeous, and the delicate face wants to cover the four beauties. ”

"Is this complimenting me?"

Softly clicking on the words on the bookmark, Yin Yue's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a good-looking expression.

Although the battle of the poems is not neat, and the rhythm is also average, Yin Yue doesn't understand this very well, and the limerick on the bookmark is not difficult to guess, and the meaning of the flat and direct narrative is still very easy to understand.

This is also what Tang Yu meant.

14 There is such a bookmark in every Ping'an fruit gift box in the industrial and commercial class, with all kinds of beautiful words written on it, and Tang Yu and Wang Chang, who are full of evil taste, how can they only obediently copy the words of the sage.

Obviously, the one in Yin Yue's hand was the clumsy work of the four people in the 510 dormitory who were mixed in the box.

Of course, this kind of thing must be ghostwritten by Yang Mobai, who made his words look good!

It is worth mentioning that the orchid grass was painted by Mao Qianpei, and it was not until he saw Mao Qianpei put down his pen that Tang Yu knew that everyone was a master, only he was the hottest chicken, and even Wang Chang could do magic.

"Yueyue!"

Looking at the bookmark in his hand, the door of the honor guard's office was slammed open, and a familiar voice came.

The sudden movement still startled Yin Yue, and she subconsciously put the bookmark in her hand into the textbook, and quickly raised her head to look at the door.

"Is Beibei going to scare me to death?"

"What are you hiding?"

Without returning to Yin Yue's words, Wang Beibei rushed to the table and looked around, she just saw what Yin Yue was hiding in a panic.

"Huh...... How could it not? Really reading a book? I thought someone wrote you a love letter, disappointed! ”

The work was very clean, except for the open books, there was only a pile of apples left.

Seeing this, Wang Beibei shook her head in disappointment and snatched the apple from Yin Yue's hand.

"Eh, don't bite, haven't washed ...... yet"

"Click......