Jiang Xue didn't say anything after doing this, just looked at her very calmly, then turned around and went back to her chair, as if nothing had happened.

But Mo Xiaoxiao was not so calm, she couldn't believe it, she couldn't believe that such a terrible thing had happened, she was stunned in place, her head was buzzing, her heart was also messy, and she looked up again, those roommates who were thinking about it without knowing it.

Those grievances and anger, Mo Xiaoxiao suppressed them fiercely, and then went to the bathroom empty-handed, and washed his face casually with cold water to keep his head clear, and then returned to the dormitory.

Mo Xiaoxiao slept in her clothes, didn't want to do anything, so she lay on her bed, but she suddenly found that there was a chill behind her, cold like an ice hole, she touched it lightly with her hand, and then she found that her mattress was wet for some reason, as if she had been splashed with a basin of water, but the cold feeling really made her feel very uncomfortable.

But through the gap in the quilt, she saw with her own eyes those roommates, waiting to see a good show, waiting for her to find out, and then jumped up in a panic, and then quarreled with them hysterically, and then drove themselves out, this may be their purpose, the more Mo Xiaoxiao thought about it, the more sad and sad she felt, silently curled up in the cold quilt, crying silently, she didn't move, let the coldness pass through her body.

The next morning, Mo Xiaoxiao woke up very early, her eyes were red, and she looked slightly swollen, her face looked very bad, as if she had been sick for a long time, Mo Xiaoxiao freshened up at will, changed into a school uniform and prepared to go to the classroom.

When she walked to the door, she happened to see Jiang Xue walking out, and Mo Xiaoxiao wanted to ask her, but before she could speak, she was forced back by Jiang Xue's evasive eyes.

"Little ......"

When Jiang Xue saw her, she was no longer enthusiastic, as if she was deliberately avoiding her, Mo Xiaoxiao knew that Jiang Xue was a very kind girl and decided not to do this to herself for no reason.

Seeing her cold appearance, Mo Xiaoxiao didn't force anything, so she walked forward alone, her lonely back was like the last yellowed leaf falling in late autumn, sad and depressed.

"What do you think?"

Mo Xiaoxiao was walking on campus alone with a heavy heart, walking in despair, when she suddenly felt that her head was patted, she turned her head suddenly, and for a moment she only felt that her eyes were black, and she crashed into a person's chest, her eyes were dark, and she smelled a good smell, warm.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...!" Mo Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted, and kept bowing her head and apologizing.

Her cautious appearance made He Yuwen suddenly feel a little distressed.

"What's wrong with you? Why doesn't it look like you haven't slept well? And look at your face is sick? Or is something going on? He Yuwen wanted to touch her little head gently, but his hand stopped in the air, and finally took it back.

Mo Xiaoxiao heard He Yuwen's voice, so she was not so sensitive anymore, but slowly raised her head, looking at him intently, her eyes were red, as if she could cry anytime and anywhere.

"I, I'm fine, I just didn't sleep well, I'm homesick!" Mo Xiaoxiao shook her head, bit her lip, and said as if she was fine.

He Yuwen knew that Mo Xiaoxiao had a strong temperament, and her grievances were generally not easily said to others, but he still controlled what he wanted to say, and finally could only say plainly: "Okay, then you miss home, miss your brother, I'll send you back this weekend, don't be unhappy, it's time to go to class!" ”

"Hmm!" Mo Xiaoxiao nodded, and after speaking, she walked forward, leaving He Yuwen alone in place, her back was really too thin, like a grass that could be blown down by the wind anytime and anywhere.

The sun was shining that day, her face was as pure as an apple, slightly flushed, and her aggrieved eyes betrayed her stubborn expression.

After a day of classes, Mo Xiaoxiao was listless, absent-minded she was like a cucumber, the people around her didn't talk to her, even Jiang Xue looked at her with strange eyes, this moment made her can't figure out, why she didn't do anything wrong, but she just didn't accept people, just like a person with a virus, she was disgusted and sneered at wherever she went.

Thinking about it, Mo Xiaoxiao's uncompetitive tears fell again, the day's classes were over, the classroom was empty, she never left the classroom for a day, watching the evening sun fall lightly on the balcony, and slowly lying on the window, but despite this, Mo Xiaoxiao still felt extremely cold.

Lying on the table, I didn't realize that my eyes gradually moistened, wetting her beautifully written letters.

"Classmate, what's wrong with you?"

Suddenly, Mo Xiaoxiao clearly heard a voice coming from above her head, and as soon as she looked up, she saw a simple face, looking at her with a slight smile.

"I, I'm fine!" Mo Xiaoxiao shook her head wildly, sorting out her messy emotions.

"Here you go...!" I saw that the boy actually handed over his coat.

Mo Xiaoxiao looked at a loss for what to do, and looked at him in a daze.

"I wiped your tears, you see you're crying." The boy smiled slightly and said gently.

Mo Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, shook his head and rejected his kindness, and the boy had no choice but to take back his coat.

It was a face with a soft smile, thick eyebrows, as if they had been redrawn with an unsharpened pen, skin was a healthy bronzer, short hair, sweaty, beads of sweat on the forehead were shining in the sun, as if they had just run in from outside.

"Don't cry, if a girl cries too much, her eyes won't look good, because my mother said that after a girl cries the tears in her eyes, it will be dull, and she won't be like a watery spirit! So, don't you cry, okay? "That boy, who looks one or two years younger than Mo Xiaoxiao, always has a shy face when he speaks, but he stammers very sincerely.

Mo Xiaoxiao was a little embarrassed, glanced at him, nodded, and quickly got up and walked out of the classroom.

"Hey!"

As soon as Mo Xiaoxiao walked to the door, he heard the boy's voice coming from behind, very loud, like a dazzling rolling light, which could penetrate the thick wall.

Mo Xiaoxiao stopped and looked back at the boy who called herself.

"Your name is Mo Xiaoxiao!"

Mo Xiaoxiao looked dazed, nodded lightly and didn't say anything.

The boy smiled, revealing two round dimples, and scratched his head embarrassedly: "My name is Yu Changsheng, can I know you?" ”

Mo Xiaoxiao just glanced at him superficially, didn't say anything, and walked out.

Mo Xiaoxiao didn't know what was wrong with her, her mood was inexplicably bad, it was like a big stone pressed in her heart, making her feel like even her breathing had become very heavy, but why was this? Is it because you are excluded and isolated by others?

Maybe not, it's just that the grief and anger piled up in the past and couldn't be discharged for a while.

"Where are you going?" Mo Xiaoxiao was always absent-minded, and suddenly heard a familiar voice ringing in his ears, and then suddenly raised his head.

"I, I'm just going around, not going anywhere." Mo Xiaoxiao raised his head and bumped into He Yuwen's face that didn't know whether it was sad or happy, maybe he was a little absorbed in thinking about things, so he was a little at a loss.

"You don't look like you're in a good mood, your face is ugly, and your eyes are so red that you just cried, right?" He Yuwen looked at her and was silent for a while, and then said calmly.

Mo Xiaoxiao knew that he couldn't hide anything from anyone, and he guessed what was on his mind, so he no longer hid anything and was silent.

"Come with me!"

He Yuwen's voice was faint, like a random wind, Mo Xiaoxiao didn't speak, and it was regarded as a tacit acquiescence.

The two walked side by side, letting the last piece of color in the sky fall lightly on the placket of their clothes.

"How long have we known each other?"

He Yuwen said such a sentence without warning, Mo Xiaoxiao didn't expect him to ask such a sentence so suddenly.

"If I'm not mistaken, I met you when I was fifteen!"

Mo Xiaoyun said lightly.

He Yuwen smiled faintly: "Then you will be twenty after this year!" ”

Not to be outdone, Mo Xiaoxiao teased him and said, "Hmm." You should be five years older than me. ”

"Yes, otherwise you look like a little kid all the time, you said that I have known you for so long, your personality at the beginning, how much has changed now, maybe I know better than yourself, you have already changed a person unconsciously, but you didn't notice it yourself."

"Really? And then what? Mo Xiaoxiao shook her head again, and asked softly.

"So, I just asked you what's wrong, you said you were homesick, I don't believe it, you have been independent since you were a child, do you think I might believe you when you say homesick?"

Mo Xiaoxiao raised her head and asked seriously: "Why, you think so, I can't really be homesick?" ”

He Yuwen looked ahead, put his hands behind his back, and said lightly: "The character that a person has cultivated since childhood will not be easily changed, because it has been deeply engraved in his bones, what can I say if you have to say this, is it only you yourself know." ”

"It seems that I really can't hide anything from you, okay, you said so, what else can I hide, maybe it's my own natural sensitivity and concern, I always feel a little hypocritical when I say it, if I say it, you will feel hypocritical!" Mo Xiaoxiao smiled shallowly and said with a forced smile.