Early the next morning, An Ruo was dragged up from the quilt by Xiangxiang, reluctantly opened his sleepy eyes, and saw Xiangxiang looking out of the window with a surprised face, "You get up quickly, Ruoruo, it's snowing outside!"

The reaction was the same as when An Ruo saw the first snow.

"What's so strange about the snow scene, if you like it, I'll take you to see the snow in our Ningxiang, that's called beauty." Tong Ai muttered while putting the quilt over his head and continued to sleep with his head covered.

Xiangxiang pulled the cuffs of An Ruo's pajamas and said coquettishly; "Ruoruo~" A pair of clear and moving eyes looked at her without blinking.

"Okay, I'll accompany you to see the snow." Smiling a little helplessly, he put on a knitted sweater.

Xiangxiang, who got a response, hugged An Ruo and kissed her on the face, and said in a cheerful tone, "I know that Ruoruo is the best for me" jumped out of bed in three or two times.

The snow must have started to fall in the middle of the night last night, and it was so thick that people would make a "creaking" sound when they stepped on it.

At a glance, it is a scene of snow.

In the early winter morning, the air is still very clear, An Ruo can pull out the circle of white fog with a mouth, and the snow flakes float down in twos and threes, An Ruo reached out to catch it and disappeared in the palm of his hand in an instant, and the snow fell without a trace.

Xiangxiang stood under the snow, wearing a sky-blue sweater with a pleated skirt of the same color, stepping on a pair of beige white Martin boots on his feet, and turning in circles like a child with open arms, smiling.

Happiness is always contagious, and the uncontrollable An Ruo also swirled, holding Xiangxiang's hand, and kept whirling in the early morning light, confusing the intertwined sights, and finally fell on the snow together, looking at each other and laughing, the laughter was clear and happy, as if he didn't want to leave a trace of regret.

"An Ruo, do you remember the love letter we read before?"

"You want to learn what Fujii does under the snow?"

"Sure enough, those who know me are Ruoruo." After speaking, he took An Ruo's hand and drew big characters on the snow.

The love letter broadcast in 1995 greatly affected a wave of boys and girls.

More than ten years later, An Ruo was unexpectedly given this masterpiece of pure love by Xiangxiang Anli, Kashiwahara Chong, who was nicknamed the beautiful boy at the end of the century, and Miho Nakayama of the Queen of the Ninth Month, Fujii Tree and Fujii Tree, a love letter sent to heaven, exhausted the beauty of the first love that was pure and not mixed with a trace of impurities when he was young.

The works under Shunji Iwai are a kind of hazy condensation of love, like a sweet candy.

But when love is a thing of the past, how can you know that this is not the most beautiful form, and say, 'How are you?' "I'm fine."

It's the final ending between their young and crushed.

The two girls were lying on the snow, and they were all learning to paddle the snow like in the play of Miho Nakayama, and in the eyes of the students passing by, they were really stupid and naïve.

After playing enough, Xiangxiang pulled An Ruo up and helped her shake off the snow, still chattering; "Play in the snow, you're the only one who can make yourself like this."

The subordinates did not stop, An Ruo looked at this best friend who was only a few months older than her but more often took care of her like a parent, like a trickle of water moistening people's hearts, looking at the little snow on the top of her head behind her, laughing dumbly, and reaching out to dust it off: "You still say that I am not the same." ”

Under the vast snowy scene, standing face to face, I don't know who raised the head, both of them were smiling, bending their eyebrows, squinting, covering their stomachs, laughing breathlessly.

The dormitory manager who watched it was confused, and she also chuckled out loud with them, and now they are at the age when they are carefree and can laugh.

Near noon, Xiangxiang followed An Ruo to experience the food in the S canteen, and kept complaining that the food in S was so bad, no wonder An Ruo couldn't be fat.

An Ruo enrolled for a semester and also deeply understood that the meals in the cafeteria are famous for their novel and unique dishes.

For example, the green dragon crosses the river with a whole cucumber cold, the sweet and sour is my orange roasted pork ribs, and the meat and vegetables are fully matched with watermelon fried meat...... There are only a lot of dishes that you can't think of, and there is no canteen that the aunt can't do.

Sometimes it's rare to make some normal dishes, and a spoonful of food can be shaken off in half, which is why everyone is willing to go to the backstreet to eat instead of coming to the cafeteria.

In contrast, Xiangxiang feels that the canteen of A University is still very humane, with all the color, flavor and flavor.

Although there are times when the eggs are not seen in the scrambled eggs with tomatoes, most of the time, she is still very happy to eat them.

At half past twelve o'clock in the afternoon, An Ruo sent Xiangxiang to the passenger station, and before leaving, Xiangxiang repeatedly took An Ruo's hand and told her that she must come to A to eat a meal in the canteen when she is free, and promise not to regret it.

The two of them struggled for more than half an hour, and finally put her on the bus two minutes before the car left.

On the way back to school, An Ruo was still thinking about the opportunity to really taste what kind of food at University A was like, but he didn't expect that one day he would be able to eat in the canteen of University A every day until he got tired of it

Now An Ruo is still tossing and turning between the backstreets and the canteen, tirelessly.