When God closes a door for you, he often clips your head in passing. The same is true of the world of feelings, when a door is closed, it is often not opened again.

Liu Jiayao also understands that there is only this door in front of him - Zhou Ting's heart. Other than that, it seems that there is no way out.

And Xu Qinghe, he only chose one road from the beginning, there is only one door on this road, and what is behind the door, Xu Qinghe doesn't know, even Qiao Wei doesn't know, or can't imagine.

When he was in the dormitory at night, Xu Qinghe touched his forehead, "It doesn't seem to be so hot, let's finish writing it at night." ”

Liu Jiayao dragged his body that had not yet healed, and stubbornly argued with Yuan Ming and others until more than twelve o'clock.

"Qinghe, aren't you sleeping?" Liu Jiayao had just laid down on the bed, and a light shook in front of him.

Xu Qinghe turned on the table lamp, and unceremoniously lifted the lamp up.

"Finish writing and then go to sleep." Xu Qinghe didn't reply.

Liu Jiayao got up and walked behind Xu Qinghe, without letting Xu Qinghe notice at all.

"It's all like this, and it's still writing." Liu Jiayao stretched out his hand and put it on Xu Qinghe's forehead.

Xu Qinghe's body trembled, and he said angrily: "If you don't sleep at night, what are you doing?" Who put you out to scare you? ”

"Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. What are you afraid of? Liu Jiayao smiled evilly.

"Get back to bed." Xu Qinghe took a pen and knocked on Liu Jiayao's head.

"Keep the lamp down." Liu Jiayao said the original purpose.

"Won't you wear an eye patch?" Xu Qinghe complained, but his hand stretched out and did so.

Liu Jiayao patted Xu Qinghe's shoulder, turned around and went back to lie down.

The cold light of the desk lamp shone on the letterhead, and Liu Jiayao vaguely seemed to feel the scorching temperature.

The lights seemed to warm up, too. I don't know if it's Xu Qinghe's body temperature or the temperature in his heart.

"It seems to be a little hot." Liu Jiayao muttered to himself and fanned with his hand.

"Qinghe." Liu Jiayao shouted softly.

"Say it quickly, make a long story short." Xu Qinghe threw a sentence over.

"Maybe I'm really inferior to you. I kind of get it. After Liu Jiayao finished speaking, he stopped talking, and soon fell asleep.

This nonsensical sentence made Xu Qinghe stunned, and the movements in his hands suddenly stopped.

After thinking about it for a long time and not coming up with a reason, Xu Qinghe shook his head and didn't think about it anymore. Why should I be troubled by Liu Jiayao's momentary emotion.

The moment he closed the cap, Xu Qinghe looked at the handwriting under the light and felt dizzy.

When he came to his strength, Xu Qinghe hurriedly put away this hard-won love letter.

The roses on the envelope seemed to be beating, like Xu Qinghe's burning heart.

Carefully put away the love letter, Xu Qinghe turned off the lamp.

The entire dormitory was plunged into darkness, except for the moonlight shining on the floor through the windows. There was also a slight snoring sound, and it was unknown who made it.

"Thirty-eight degrees. It won't be long before you're fine. The next morning, Yuan Ming helped Xu Qinghe take his temperature as usual.

"Thirty-seven degrees. Qinghe, it seems that your physical fitness is still not good. Liu Jiayao turned the thermometer in his hand and was proud, "I am full of blood and resurrected." ”

Xu Qinghe kneaded a piece of paper and threw it over, hitting the door of his head.

Liu Jiayao immediately shut up, but just looked at Xu Qinghe aggrievedly, his eyes full of grievances.

Although he has experienced many times, Xu Qinghe has been seen straight every time.

Xu Qinghe tore another piece of scratch paper, and Liu Jiayao shook his head.

The ball of paper flew straight over, right in the center of the eyebrows.

Liu Jiayao pretended to rub his eyebrows, Xu Qinghe glared, and immediately turned his head in a gloomy manner.

Like yesterday, Xu Qinghe took off the fever tape and repeatedly made sure that he did not show any feet before walking out of the classroom.

Qiao Wei was not in the hallway. Xu Qinghe looked into the classroom and immediately found the figure

As if feeling Xu Qinghe's gaze, Qiao Wei turned her head.

Xu Qinghe waved his hand with a smile, and the corners of Qiao Wei's mouth also rose slightly.

"What's the matter?" Qiao Wei walked out of the classroom.

Maybe it was the willingness of the fever, Xu Qinghe's eyes became a little hot.

Qiao Wei forcibly stabilized her mind and looked directly at Xu Qinghe, but it didn't take long for her to be defeated, and she stood in front of Xu Qinghe with her head down.

"Here's for you." Xu Qinghe stretched out the hand behind his back as he spoke, and the love letter was in his hand.

Qiao Wei took it with a red face, her fingers trembling slightly.

There was still Xu Qinghe's temperature on the envelope, which may be the temperature of his heart.

The weather was hot, and Xu Qinghe was like a stove, still emitting heat outside.

"Be careful, don't get heat stroke." The moment Qiao Wei walked into the classroom, as if thinking of something, she turned her head and reminded. After saying that, he ran into the classroom.

"Yes." Xu Qinghe's smile became stronger and stronger.

Liu Jiayao, who was not far away, watched quietly.

Xu Qinghe walked over.

"As for it? Does a word of concern make you so useful? Liu Jiayao asked.

"I'm stupid." Xu Qinghe smiled unabated.

Liu Jiayao looked at him in surprise, but he didn't tease. Under normal circumstances, Liu Jiayao must have replied, "Did you find out now?"

"I can't help it." Liu Jiayao said.

After class, Xu Qinghe was dragged by Yuan Ming, who kept looking for topics to talk to him.

Xu Qinghe didn't notice that Yuan Ming gestured to Liu Jiayao.

Immediately, Liu Jiayao disappeared at the door.

"Qiao Wei, I want you to tell you about Qinghe." Liu Jiayao walked next to Qiao Wei and spoke.

"What's wrong with him?" Qiao Wei's tone trembled a little, and there was a hint of worry in her eyes.

Liu Jiayao noticed, but couldn't be sure.

"Qinghe was in the rain the night before yesterday, and he still had a fever for the past two days. I don't know what time that letter was written last night. At least one o'clock I saw that he hadn't slept yet. Liu Jiayao let out a long sigh, determined to tell these things.

Qiao Wei's shoulders shrugged slightly, as if she was enduring something.

"Qinghe, he really likes you. No, I feel like I'm almost there. Liu Jiayao's words echoed in Qiao Wei's mind.

Qiao Wei bit her lip lightly, breaking free from her thoughts.

"Why don't you go and see him?" Qiao Wei fiddled with her fingers, a little tangled.

What Liu Jiayao didn't know was that Yuan Ming took advantage of the time when he was chatting with Xu Qinghe and learned his own way to find Zhou Ting.

"Zhou Ting, you also know Lao Yuan, he has a cheap mouth, so he has offended many people. In the past two days, he just caught up with a fever, and his body was so weak that he was taken the opportunity to clean up. There are many internal and external injuries. Yuan Ming said to Zhou Ting seriously, but he was laughing wildly in his heart.

Zhou Ting was stunned for a moment, and then said in her usual cold tone: "It's okay if you're not dead." ”

Yuan Ming grabbed his hair and hurriedly left.

However, just as Yuan Ming disappeared, a tear crossed Zhou Ting's cheek and fell to the ground.

"What's wrong with me? Do you sympathize with that nasty ghost? Zhou Ting was a little incredulous.