Act I

The afternoon sun, slightly drunk, tranquil, warm, shining on the body is warm, shining directly into the bottom of the young man's heart, melting.

It is rare to have a good weather, the sun is not strong, the warm wind is not cool, and the clouds in the sky are like the white flowers of Miyazaki's pen, casting large shadows.

A tall figure stood on the rooftop of the school for a long time, overlooking the distance.

His name is Luo Yu.

Beside him, a boy with the same temperament and similar appearance as him, Luo Yuchen.

Silent, he stood with his hands in his hands.

The handkerchief in his hand, which was as white as a cloud, was neatly folded. I vaguely saw a handkerchief embroidered with a warm "ink word" and a bewitching flower.

Holding a dark green flute tightly in his left hand, it was loose and tight, and in his right hand he held a bouquet of pink roses, estimated that there were 999 of them, pursed his lips, got up silently, and walked in the direction she came from.

Today is the day she returns, and it is also the day he expects to confess to her.

He straightened his clothes, and his spirits were full of spirit, and his eyes were bright.

At the school gate, there was a crowd of people, bustling around a group of people, with a bright red rose pinned to his chest.

He lightly leaned the flower on his right arm, leaned on, and picked up the flute he was holding, and the melodious sound of the flute fluttered out with his movements, and the air seemed to become extraordinarily quiet for a moment, and people enjoyed the tranquility extraordinarily.

In the car, a person got out of the back seat of the car, wearing a long smoky green skirt dragging the ground, and the cuffs were mixed with patterns. It's just that the skirt is embroidered with a butterfly, covered with a water-green thin smoke gauze, and the thin silk thread is embroidered with slow cherry blossoms lush and blooming, elegant but not losing the enchanting atmosphere.

She is Mo Yan, his favorite person, the head of the Chinese department, and the class leader in his mouth.

He, since he met her for the first time, was heartbeat, and she had an unusual temperament.

Between the two trees, there hung a big red banner with vigorous and powerful writing in calligraphy; "Welcome home."

"Welcome back, Mo." The corners of his mouth raised a 45-degree smile, the sun was overwhelming, and he was particularly handsome under the reflection.

She seemed to have long gotten used to everything, smiled faintly, and looked at him quietly.

"Would you like to be my girlfriend?" The voice was sweet, knelt down on one knee, and handed her the flowers.

She wanted to stretch out her hand, help him up, and take the flower, but she felt that the world was dark, her mind was dizzy, and she couldn't find the north and south of the world.

The sun was so hot that she, just, fell straight down.

He seemed to be a little unexpected, but in his first reaction he threw the flower to the girl next to him, and a princess picked her up and hurriedly ran towards the infirmary.

Qingchen was behind Luo Yu, quietly watching everything that happened, revealing an indescribable smile. muttered in a low voice: "Mo Yan, I've known you for so long, and this time I met you when you had low blood sugar again." ”

Act II

In the infirmary, there is surprisingly no smell of disinfectant potion, but a faint fragrance that comes to the face, which is refreshing.

The white expanse fills the whole world, like a pure and flawless baby, unpainted rice paper, on the desk, there is an orchid, elegant and quiet.

The busy figure, although he is wearing a white coat, gives people a dusty temperament, and under the afterglow of the sunset, he smiles elegantly and catches people's attention.

"It's no big deal, but she hasn't rested well, some low blood sugar, just let her rest for a while, usually have some candy or chocolate close to her, in case of emergencies, you can let her drink some glucose, stabilize blood sugar, and also, let her pay attention to rest, don't let her stay up late."

"Okay, I got it." Luo Yu's anxious gaze gradually softened, quietly looked at the person on the bed, suddenly raised his head, and lowered his voice, "May I ask, what do you call it?" ”

"Chen Yi" said lightly and smiled.

"She woke up, I left first, the eldest brother instructed, before we meet, you take care of her." Jumped off the windowsill in a hurry.

"Okay, I got it." Luo Yu nodded and responded softly.

As the twilight got late, Mo Yan opened his hazy sleepy eyes and asked a little cutely; "Where is this? Who are you? Why am I here? ”

"You're awake," Luo Yu's unchanged face showed a hint of joy. "This is the infirmary, I'm Luo Yu, doesn't the class leader know me? You fainted with low blood sugar just now, and I will bring you to the infirmary. ”

Mo Yan looked at the ceiling quietly, still at a loss.

"Drink some sugar water first, drink it and then go to sleep, and I'll bring you dinner later." After that, he leaned over to cover Mo Yan with the quilt, got up, and covered the doors and windows, "Don't kick the quilt, you'll catch a cold, you'll be obedient, I'll give you candy to eat later." ”

Mo Yan took the sugar water, took a sip, "It's so sweet", and then gently bit the straw and slowly drank the water in his hand.

After drinking, he suddenly raised his head and said to Luo Yu in a coquettish tone.

"I don't want to be in the infirmary, I don't like it." It should have been that he didn't wake up, and when Mo Yan said this, his face was cute, which made Luo Yu stunned for a moment.

"If you don't want to stay in the infirmary, then put on your coat and I'll take you back, don't catch a cold." Luo Yu's tone was warm, and there was an unconcealed concern on his face.

"No, I don't want to wear a coat, it's too heavy, I want you to hug it." Mo Yan didn't wake up, and said angrily.

"Okay, I'll hug you." Reaching out to pick her up on the bed, he put the blazer on Mo Yan's body, "It's cold, Xiao Mo is good, put on the coat." ”

The man in his arms did not respond, and he looked down to see that she was curled up in a ball, nestled in his arms, asleep.

Luo Yu gently stroked her hair, and thought to herself: "How much did she endure alone to see that she was so insecure in the past, in a boy's arms, she could sleep so soundly, and she didn't have any sense of defense, but she was so cute when she looked at it like this." ’

The starlight is bright, the moonlight is bright, and under the elegant moonlight, he walks very lightly and walks steadily, for fear of waking up the person in his arms, the moonlight is so elegant that the prologue is about to start.

Act III

Luo Yu placed the person in his arms on the bed, drew the curtains, turned the light to soft, and then covered her with the quilt tightly, covered the door lightly, and planned to turn around and go out.

Suddenly realized that his hand was caught, and he saw Mo Yan whispering: "Don't run, you're mine, don't move, I want to sleep, don't slip away, stay obediently, don't let go of me, I'm cold." ”

Luo Yu stroked Mo Yan's hair and said in a low voice, "I don't run, I sit with you, you sleep obediently, I don't slip away, I just look at you quietly, I don't let go of you, I just hold you like this." Later, he whispered, "It's warmer to hold you than to wear a coat, it's true." ”

Seeing that the person in his arms was asleep in his arms, Luo Yu continued to mutter: "Xiaomo, do you know? I've liked you for a long time, probably when I first met you, I liked you, you were my tablemate at that time, and I, cold by nature, thank you for breaking into my world. I allow you to break in, and I want you to walk around inside. ”

The blue sky is flickering with countless little stars, witnessing the beginning of a love.