It's been two weeks since the camping incident.,Because of this lost incident.,The school probably won't hold a camping anymore.,I think it's a little sorry for the younger students later.,Of course,It doesn't seem to have changed much for that person.

Xia Qiao is still Xia Qiao, and Lin Yi surprisingly didn't pester me anymore

Time slipped away slowly, it was already the middle of April, and the sun gave more and more warmth, allowing her to take away the cold around her, like the feeling of being hugged by a lover, almost made me fall asleep in the last class before the holiday, of course, such a reason did not convince the teacher

Pack up your weekend homework for the week and get ready to go home, back to that little room, the most comfortable place

"Well, are you free tomorrow?"

The clothes seemed to be grabbed by someone, and when I turned around, I was hit by a soft body in my arms, and her head was just right on my shoulder

Short black hair, and those glasses, familiar girls

I wondered why she would ask this, so I looked at her with a suspicious look, 'Is it me?' That's probably what I'm trying to say

As if to answer me, the girl nodded vigorously, and the rabbit hair ornament on her head jumped and jumped

"I shouldn't be fine"

"Then we can walk together tomorrow, okay?"

......

"Well, okay"

Her eyes, as if they were the same as before, seemed to me, and I was afraid that if I looked at it more, I would have more memories

The sunshine of the next day continued the good tradition of the previous days, and it was enough to wear short sleeves, and I felt that this kind of weather was suitable for a date and walk, so early in the morning there were many couples gathered in the square where I was, watching them come and go, noisy

I watched as the minute hand of my watch slowly moved backwards, looking for the figure in the crowd

Until someone slapped him in the back

"Do you like it?"

Like, I would love to reply as I did, but the slightly open lips reminded me that I should get all the words stuck in my throat

"It's pretty good"

"Hey, obviously took off your glasses and put on a wig, and put on the kind of dress you like me to wear the most, is it just such a cold reaction?"

There was more of a flirtatious flavor in the tone than complaining

She doesn't seem to be the same today

What to do was a question I had never thought about, so I had to let her take my hand and walk into the crowd, as if to be one of them

"Today, can you have fun with me like before?"

Such a request sounds like a couple who have just been together, but, however, I don't know how to refuse, because I know that she is Yin Qiao

In the playground, we would ride a roller coaster together, let her hold my hand and scream loudly, in the haunted house and let her hold my arm and cling to me, in the café, I would be fed like a silly couple, and even watch the sunset over the city together when I reached the highest point in the Ferris wheel

I knew I could only say nothing, like from the beginning, words were only suitable for being stuck in my throat

I wasn't ready to face that girl named Yin Qiao suddenly, just like this sudden warm sun, the sudden warmth, I would be afraid that she would disappear again

The streetlights by the river continued to a place where the field of vision could not reach, and the pedestrians on the road gradually began to increase, the couple walking, the family of three walking, the old couple holding hands and supporting each other, and I who was held by her, I couldn't refute, I couldn't refuse, I couldn't even make a sound, I tried not to look at her, I tried not to think about it

"Thank you for being with me today, though, you don't talk much."

She smiled mischievously, took two steps in three steps to break free of my hand, and jumped in front of me

Today, she is like this warm sun, it seems to be so cute that I want to hug her, until I send her into the car, I just don't dare to look at it

The radio next to the station seems to be broadcasting tomorrow's weather, and those few numbers, it seems that the warm sun is over, and it is indeed not suitable for short sleeves and skirts

"Tomorrow, it's cold again"

I don't know who I'm saying this to