He wasn't moved by himself, he was just thinking about what kind of identity he should use to meet her.

People who are decisive in making decisions on big things are hesitant and indecisive in such trivial matters.

I thought about it for hours but didn't get an answer.

Until, he saw her.

Wearing a white shirt and pleated skirt, a high ponytail swaying gently in the wind.

In the dim night, the street lights on both sides have long been lit.

The surroundings are very lively, couples walking together, and a family of three who come out to play.

Smiles.

Duan Baiting recognized her at a glance.

But she ran too fast and ran into him.

The flower in her arms fell, and she hurriedly squatted down to pick it up.

While apologizing, I looked back.

Until she stood up and handed the flowers to Duan Baiting: "I'm really sorry, it's too dark, I didn't see it clearly." ”

She looked at him, and Duan Baiting waited for a while.

Finally, he shook his head: "It's okay." ”

The girl bowed to him again and apologized before leaving.

"Zhou Wenyang, if you dare to fight today, I will ignore you again!"

Her angry voice came from the front, and Duan Baiting looked down at the roses scattered in his arms.

One of them had an extra footprint.

The delicate petals were also trampled on.

The young man's impatient voice followed: "Don't follow me. ”

She was stunned in disbelief: "You murder me? ”

"When am I ...... fierce?"

The sound of crying interrupted everything, and she crouched down aggrievedly, buried her face in her knees, crying breathlessly.

The young man coaxed helplessly: "I'm just a little louder." ”

"I don't care, you're the murderer of me." She didn't give up, and the timbre of the crying voice was still very sweet.

She speaks sweetly all the time, especially when she's coquettish.

Duan Baiting knew very well.

At this moment, she said with red eyes: "Are you still going to fight?" ”

"No more fighting." It's a helpless tone.

The girl stopped crying, and wiped her non-existent tears with his clothes: "Zhou Wenyang, don't be ignorant, I promised my aunt that she would take care of you." ”

The young man said coldly: "Who are you, why do you care about me." ”

She looked serious: "I am your family, I will definitely take care of you." ”

He stubbornly denied: "If you are not related by blood, what kind of family are you." ”

"Then you can just go to my house." She laughed and teased.

He stopped talking.

At night, the girl's delicate voice carried a faint smile: "Finally smiled." ”

Duan Baiting stayed in China for 10 days, and he could see her almost every day.

Most of the time, she was with the boy.

"Song Wanyue." He followed slowly and gently tugged at her collar.

She looked back impatiently: "What are you doing?" ”

He laughed and scolded her, "Stupid." ”

She frowned, she was really angry: "You are stupid, I am in the top ten in the school in this mock test." ”

"Even if you take the first exam, you're stupid."

"Then you're mentally retarded, idiot, little red guy!"

People will always decide the direction of their feelings based on subjective judgment, but they do not know that there are many objective factors.

Duan Baiting is by no means the kind of person who loses his mind for the sake of feelings.

He was sober.

But the most terrible thing is that a sane person watches himself sink in his sobriety.

I know that there is no turning back, but I still want to make a Bo.

She was so fair, fair and made him a little sad.

No matter how scorching the sun is, if it can't be just for him, he would rather give it up.

The worst outcome is nothing more than a return to the old life.

But she didn't even remember him.

At that glance, he was the only one who could not forget.

If it weren't for Duan Baiting, but Kian, whom he had never met, he would rather the latter never existed.

Maybe he's too paranoid, because a hug gives away his whole heart without defense.

can see the warmth he craves, it turns out that she can also give it to others.

He suddenly felt bored.

--

The whole villa is quiet, with a total of four floors, and Song Wanyue's room is on the second floor.

The faint scent of jasmine floats.

Duan Baiting picked up the cigarette and paused for a moment, still unable to bear to destroy this simple incense.

So I went to the terrace.

After a brief snowfall at seven o'clock, he saw on his way back that the road was paved with a layer of white.

I think Song Wanyue likes it.

Once on the phone, she mentioned it to him.

In addition to being beautiful, there is a more important reason why she likes snow.

"What the reason." He asked softly.

"When it snows, the mood gets better."

At that time, she was under high pressure before the college entrance examination, and she needed him to sing to her every night to fall asleep.

Duan Baiting flipped through the books in his hand.

Hearing her words, the movement paused.

He looked out the window, and it was twilight.

It was late, and according to his usual routine, he should have been in bed five hours ago.

Recharge for tomorrow's exams.

can see the broken thoughts she posted in the circle of friends.

[Wanwan can't finish eating: not a good day. 】

He turned on the lamp and dialed her number.

She said that her results in the examination were very poor, and her family was worried that she would be under pressure, so they even threw a party for her.

But that only made her more stressed.

During the exam, he had already told her about some of the topics, but at that time her mind was so confused that she couldn't remember anything.

"I'm scared, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint my family."

Her voice was a little dull.

Even if he deliberately hid it, Duan Baiting still heard it.

She's crying.

On the first day of June, there was a snowfall in Shanghai.

Artificial snow.

The circle of friends is all posting, and in the end, which rich person is doing charity for the furnace of Shanghai.

It's finally cooled down.

I don't know why, Song Wanyue thought of Kian, and the sentence he suddenly posted in the circle of friends this morning.

[Kian: When it snows, your mood improves. 】

That's what she used to say to him, too.

But if he said it casually, he would actually remember it.

Song Wanyue's heart was throbbing, her heart was beating fast, and the surging emotions made her feel as if she was drowning in the deep sea.

She wanted to take a big breath, but the excitement and urgency made her look girlish.

It's like a little secret that only the two of them know.

None of them went to puncture.

In the middle of summer in June, the artificial snow he laid for her may have been forgotten by her.