After a night of tossing and turning, Luo Yi, who was restless, woke up in the early hours of the morning.

She lay on the bed with her eyes closed, trying to let herself continue to sleep, but unfortunately, she couldn't sleep.

She simply opened her eyes, stared at the elegant ceiling in a daze for a while, and then lifted the warm quilt and got out of bed, intending to drink a glass of slightly hot boiling water.

Delicate as porcelain little feet, put on the beige slippers in front of the bed, she reached out to take the snow-white morning coat at the head of the bed and draped it on her shoulders, just wanted to turn the doorknob, a very slight "click", in this silent morning, it seems still clear.

It sounded like the sound of a carved door closing.

Roy leaned close to the door and listened, but there was no more sound.

Opening the door, she walked quickly out of the corner of the corridor, through the living room lit by a hazy night light, opened the heavy dark brown door, and a tall and thin lonely back came into her eyes.

Carrying a bulging black backpack, he walked along the damp asphalt road of blazing white light, and stepped out on two slender legs towards the light that could not be seen as far as the eye could see.

The blazing light could not dispel the silence that followed him like a shadow.

The early morning air, containing the moist and cool after the rain, blew through the cold wind that sent chills down the spine, making Luo Yi unconsciously tighten the morning coat he was wearing.

She stared at the fading figure until he became a small, indistinct black dot and disappeared from her sight.

Feeling concerned, she gently closed the door and turned around, and walked slowly to pick up a cup of hot boiling water.

Her cold and white fingertips soaked in the slight warmth of the hot water through the clear double-walled glass.

Leaning back on the sofa, her eyes inadvertently saw a piece of paper on the table, which was as white as snow.

She knew who its owner was.

Putting down the warmth in her hand, she picked up the paper and opened it.

Dear friends,

I want to go out for a walk on my own, don't worry, I remember the way home.

See you later

Evil Desert

The handwriting of the dragon flying and phoenix dance, just like his character, is chic and elegant.

Putting down the paper, Luo Yi looked at the soft and fragrant flowers on the table, as if he was delicately drawing the rows of petals.

Actually, she saw it last night, whether it was Laipi when Himeko drugged him. Or the same humor as ever at dinner, all of which are the protective colors of the evil desert.

He carefully concealed his scarred heart, and his hippie smile was no different from usual. It's as if cold frost is her protective color.

His pain, she understood.

She only wishes: the tears of his youth can bloom into happy flowers as soon as possible.

Slowly closing the paper and placing it back in its original position, Roy picked up the cup again, brought it to her lips and took a sip.

The faint hot liquid slid through her dry throat and flowed to her sour heart.

Unfortunately, the heat of the liquid was too low to warm the frosty heart.

Closing her eyes, she picked up the soft lace pillow and buried her tender white face in the blooming embroidered lace stamens.

At this moment, she really wanted to do something that could vent her emotions, which could make her body and mind completely relax and relax.

There are two ways for her to relax: one is clothing design. Obviously, now she can't calm down and draw drawings at all; The other is dancing, which should be the best way for her to decompress and soothe her emotions at the moment.

Throwing down the pillow, she strolled to the corner room and walked to her room.

On the leather sofa, the square lace pillow she threw down bounced lightly twice, and then leaned against the back of the sofa and stopped. On the bright white satin, the delicate embroidered lace stamen seems to bloom extraordinarily elegantly and beautifully.

The cup of hot water resting on the table in front of the sofa gradually became colder and colder.

Entering the room, the spatial distance between the bedroom and the small balcony is the best stage for Luoyi.

I saw her wearing lilac satin pajamas, platinum headphones in her ears, small and delicate P3 clamped in her slightly open placket, wearing a pair of cotton dark purple socks on her feet, listening to melodious music in her ears, she practiced the most basic skills of dance.

At the end of the exercise, the basic skills of the warm-up also ended, she changed into a characteristic folk music, began to stretch her body to her heart's content, dancing heartily, and let the various unhappiness in her heart jump and swing one by one to replace and vent.

Outside the half-open balcony, a cool breeze blew in, raising romantic ripples of snow-white light veil.

The gray sky gradually turned gray, and the sky was bright.

With a hearty sweat, she spun selflessly, and was about to end this dance music of the Dai tribe when there was a sharp knock on her door.

Panting slightly, she wiped the thin sweat from her forehead.

Not surprisingly, standing outside was a anxious Himeko.

As soon as she saw Luo Yi's shadow, she couldn't wait to say:

"Luoyi, the evil desert is gone!"

Her eyes were full of anxiety and uneasiness.

"I know."

Loy took off the headphones that were tucked into his ears.

"You know!?"

The voice rose an octave higher.

She was very surprised, how did Luo Yi know that the evil desert was leaving? Could it be that he had already told her!?

"He told you a long time ago!? Why don't you stop him!? ”

Her face flushed with anxiety.

Luo Yi patted her hand to calm her down, pulled her in and closed the door.

"I only found out this morning. Don't worry, he's fine, he just needs a little time to ease and adjust. ”

Himeko's eyes began to redden, with a choked voice:

"It's me who is bad, it's me who hurt him"

Luo Yi lifted her face, which was about to be buried in her chest, and looked into her eyes that were spreading tears:

"I don't think he blames you. In this matter, no one is wrong, only the fault is wrong, not the right time to meet the right person. ”

"Roy"

Himeko suddenly put her arms around Royi's shoulders and began to cry with a sob.

Patting her on the back, Luo Yi said comfortingly:

"Don't be cranky, it'll be fine."

Emotion, for the one who loves and is loved, is a kind of growth.

There was another knock on the door, and Luo Yi gently pushed Jizi away, took out a tissue and wiped her cat-like face:

"Okay, stop crying."

She went to open the door, and it was Gu Yifeng standing at the door worriedly, and after seeing Himeko's slightly reddened eyes, his thick eyebrows were knotted.

"Himeko."

"Well, I'm fine."

Pouting her nose, she looked at her emotional belonging through the water, and her mouth flattened, and she wanted to cry again.

Gu Yifeng came over and hugged her into his arms, and said to her gently:

"Himeko, this is a process of growth that emotions must go through."

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