Shan Mu struggled all night, how to get along with Yang Yiming next.

She didn't understand why he liked her, and she couldn't think of how to avoid it. But she never liked to torture herself, and she didn't think about it until she went to bed, so she didn't think about it.

Anyway, Yang Yiming didn't say anything clearly, so she pretended not to know.

But what she didn't expect was that the next day, Yang Yiming didn't come.

Ask Gao Lu and say that she has a fever and asks for leave, let her practice by herself, or go back.

Shan Mu was a little weak-hearted, she didn't know if Yang Yiming's illness was related to herself.

It may seem narcissistic to think like this, but it's a bit too coincidental to say that it doesn't matter.

She hadn't dealt with this kind of thing, Mu Liang might be very experienced, but how to tell him - the boy who rehearsed together seemed to be interesting to me, knowing that we both had a fever together, what should I do?

It seems to be strange and hypocritical...... I'm going to be an adult soon, and I should still solve my own affairs.

Shan Mu thought about whether he should go to see Yang Yiming as he walked to the dormitory, and finally felt that it was better to forget it, in case he misunderstood again...... It's even worse.

So he turned around again, and was about to go to the library to find Mu Liang, but he didn't think about it, but he ran into Yang Yiming at the back door of the Second Sect.

He didn't look very good, his face was haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, and the dark circles under his eyes hung all around his eyes, but his clothes and hair were still clean and properly, but because he was too thin, he looked a little weak.

"Yang Yiming, you...... Don't you have a fever? Shan Mu looked at him, a little hesitant, "Why does the fever come out?" ”

"It's okay," Yang Yiming walked slowly towards her, "I've already taken medicine." ”

"Oh, what are you...... Going to class? ”

"No, I don't have a class today." While speaking, Yang Yiming was already standing in front of her. Yang Yiming's height is not tall in the north, but he is about 1.8 meters, half a head taller than Shan Mu. He lowered his eyes to look at Shan Mu, smiled, and said, "I feel better, so I want to go to the rehearsal." Isn't it the preliminary round next week? ”

It's not hard to turn down a person.

But it's not easy to turn down a good person.

Because he didn't do anything wrong, even the admiration was only a subtle expression. You can pretend you don't know, but you have to feel guilty.

Shan Mu wanted to persuade him to go back to rest, so he said, "It's okay, I think we've lined up well, you can at least rest first today, right?" Not bad for a while. ”

Yang Yiming stared at her for a few seconds, and said with a faint "um" in his nose, "I know this may be a little bad, but, can you walk with me?" ”

Seeing that Shan Mu's face was embarrassed, Yang Yiming smiled lightly and shook his head: "Forget it, don't embarrass you." I went back. See you tomorrow, Shan Mu. ”

"See you tomorrow."

Yang Yiming walked away, Shan Mu sighed, walked outside the library but didn't go in, turned around and sat down in the pavilion next to him.

Last night's snow fell in the middle of the night, and when I woke up early in the morning, it was already covered in snow.

At that time, because she was in a hurry to rehearse, she couldn't resist the feeling of rolling in the snow and hurried out. Now I don't have to rehearse, but my mood has become a little heavy.

Shan Mu exhaled softly.

She didn't wear stealth today, but wore a pair of rimless glasses, and as soon as she breathed, a white mist rose in front of her eyes, and suddenly her surroundings became blurry.

A man stood still in front of her.

Shan Mu raised her head and took off her glasses with one hand, and the world was clear.

Zhang Yue leaned down, his hand dangling in front of her eyes, and said, "What's the matter, why are you still staying here?" Isn't it cold? ”

Shan Mu pointed to the down jacket on his body: "I wear it thick." ”