"The city I live in never snows, but my memories are full of cold feelings........."

In the south, there is still little snow in winter, and many cities are just closed gates.

It's Christmas again. Many shops with an atmosphere have plastered their windows with pictures of the Christmas atmosphere. Li Jue looked at the large and small shops and thought of the Spring Festival in a few months.

The eve of 12.25 is Christmas Eve. Following Western tradition, apple means "peace". The apples Li Jue receives every year are basically the same as those given away.

Li Jue is confused in the class, and there is an extra "father" - Song Zhipeng. He is 1.8 meters tall, and his skin is whiter than Li Jue. The two of them met after sharing a table.

He gave Li Jue a snake fruit.

How to say it, usually this person always likes to tease her, make fun of her, and see that Li Jue is angry but can't beat it, he just giggles there.

But Li Jue remembered that summer.

She lay down on the table and took a nap, sweat trickling down her forehead. Li Jue half-jokingly asked Song Zhipeng to fan her. This "father" is also competent, Li Jue closed his eyes tightly and enjoyed it restlessly.

During the lunch break, the rest of the students looked at each other. At this moment, 550 is like a theatrical stage, the curtain is opened, and a beam of light hits the "father and daughter". I don't know who is singing: "It's just how to say love, it's so uncomfortable to hold it in my heart" "This is ...... love"

Li Jue knew that if she woke up at this moment, there must be two words with the word "embarrassing" in capital letters falling on her. She tried her best to choke the restlessness in her heart and pretended to be asleep. Song Zhipeng also continued to shake the little fan in his heart.

The bell rings.

In the years when she was a teenager, Li Jue did not meet many people who wanted to be gentle with her. She thought that at this moment, Song Zhipeng should be one of them. But he seemed to have sprinkled his tenderness in many small corners.

It seems that the excitement is all theirs, and Li Jue has nothing.

The surrounding classmates are spraying dry ice all over the sky, and the white foam is also flying all over the sky, if this is a snowflake, then Li Jue can't even touch the starry snowflakes.

Tomorrow is Christmas, and I don't know where Eason's song will appear on a lonely street corner.

At Christmas last year, Li Jue picked up a box of postcards of "Blue Fat Man" in the stationery store. In the evening, when I was studying for self-study, I finished my homework and started to work. After picking out what you like, your brain searches for all kinds of blessings. One by one, she wrote down her sincere wishes, close or strange friends.

But she conveyed it without a response.

Lying on the bed, she rolled over slightly, trying not to make a sound.

This year's Christmas, she received chocolates from her friend Chen Hao, and she seemed a little overwhelmed, although she knew in her heart that it was just a matter of thinking.

But she was still sweet to the heart. Chen Hao's old iron is good, Li Jue thinks that he will treat him well in the future.

Later, she heard Song Zhipeng say that Chen Jingtao gave Lin Yi a piece of chocolate, and it was Lin Yi's refusal, and the things about the two of them in the class had always been spread all over the city, and she didn't want to hear it, but these things always swept her like a south wind transiting.

She wrote three letters, Chen Jingtao had one, and waited for three days only in exchange for a "thank you" from him.