The weather in mid-October turned cold without any warning.
The weather in coastal provinces is always so changeable.
Gentle breathing wouldn't produce fog, but the body's senses hadn't yet adapted to the change.
Bai Ye wondered if she should buy a hot water bottle.
But after thinking about it, there was no need for it. Xia Qingyue's house had heating, so there was no need for a hot water bottle.
Sleeping in the dead of winter definitely won't feel cold, which is different from the feeling back home.
In my hometown, the heating is almost never turned on. We use hot water bottles at night, so we can't escape the blankets the next morning.
Su Zhimeng would occasionally glance at Bai Ye and noticed that Bai Ye's eyes were looking straight ahead, but unfocused, and she didn't know what he was thinking.
She asked curiously, "What are you thinking about, junior?"
Bai Ye snapped out of her reverie: "Ah, I was thinking about how to prepare for the cold winter to come."
Su Zhimeng asked, puzzled, "What's there to worry about? Don't the classrooms have heating on during class? And the dorms have heating too?"
"The classrooms are indeed heated, but the dormitories may not be. It depends on whether people want to or not. It's just that it can be cold when you come out."
After all, during his freshman year, the dormitory never turned on the air conditioner in winter, mainly because the electricity bill was too high when the heating was turned on, basically ten yuan a day, and he didn't know what level of energy consumption it was.
What's annoying is that there are only three people in the dorm who are responsible for charging their batteries. One of them is him, and the others are all spoiled brats who don't charge their batteries when they run out of power, acting like they're waiting for their charging fees.
One person is very proactive in transferring money after paying for a phone bill, but they just don't do it themselves.
Even if the door is closed and someone knocks, the fungus closest to the door won't open it.
The so-called "fungal players" are the top-tier players who don't shower or care about cleanliness, and if we touch them, we'll get a fungal infection and be sent to the hospital.
Fortunately, he has now moved out of the dormitory, so he no longer has to worry about things like electricity bills and cleaning.
He's already left the group, so whatever happens in the future has nothing to do with him.
Bai Ye asked expectantly, "By the way, senior, is this the scarf I gave you?"
He vaguely remembered that when he first started working during his freshman year, he met a senior student. The senior student took good care of him because he was new. Then, he accidentally learned that it was her birthday and gave her a scarf.
Almost a year has passed, and Bai Ye has almost forgotten what the scarf looked like. She only remembers that the scarf was white, but she can no longer recall the pattern on it.
Su Zhimeng smiled and reached out to touch the white scarf around her neck: "Yes! The scarf my junior gave me is very warm, I've always liked it."
Bai Ye scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "I hope you like it."
Naturally, one hopes that the recipient will present the gift to them.
For Bai Ye, a scarf is something dispensable, something that seems to be a disposable item that will disappear after one winter.
He thought this way when he was a child. When he was in elementary school, it was too cold, so his parents put a scarf on him, but he lost it soon after. He never wore a scarf again after that.
When Bai Ye gave the scarf to Su Zhimeng, she wore it, but with winter over, the scarf was no longer needed, and Bai Ye thought he wouldn't see it again this year.
Bai Ye couldn't help but recall herself a year ago.
...
That was when I had just started working part-time.
He didn't know much about making milk tea, so at first he could only help out and work as a cashier, leaving the task of making the tea to Su Zhimeng.
The sheer volume of orders at the school gate every day was overwhelming, so Bai Ye felt a mix of emotions as she looked at her hardworking senior.
Fortunately, making milk tea isn't difficult. You can make it by watching the recipe a few times and following it. So, after watching for a day, Bai Ye almost got the hang of it, though she was a bit slow.
He was curious as to why his senior was working part-time. Judging from her clothes, her family didn't seem to be short of money.
Fortunately, Su Zhimeng smiled at him but didn't answer. She just looked at the sky outside.
The sorrow that flashed in Bai Ye's eyes did not escape his notice.
Bai Ye didn't know how to comfort her senior.
In the end, all I could do was silently stay by her side.
Because the shop is closer to Baiye's school, Su Zhimeng wasn't there when Baiye came several times.
He noticed that when Su Zhimeng came, she would rub her hands together, looking very cold.
The senior student seems to be very afraid of the cold.
By chance, Bai Ye learned about Su Zhimeng's birthday.
He wanted to give his senior a birthday present to show his appreciation for her care and support.
That's when I thought of a scarf.
He wandered around the mall for a while before finally settling on a white scarf. He felt that the scarf matched his senior's gentle temperament perfectly.
That night, Bai Ye arrived at the store carrying a bag and looked around at the entrance.
Seeing that the senior student was nowhere to be seen, she put the bag in the store's storage room.
I plan to give it to my senior after get off work.
Soon the senior arrived. Tonight, she wasn't as dazzling as usual, but rather radiated a healing glow.
She seemed to be in a bad mood tonight; her face didn't have her usual smile, and her eyes seemed to be filled with a thin layer of mist. Bai Ye's heart couldn't help but tighten.
Bai Ye opened her mouth, wanting to comfort her senior, but didn't know how.
That night, the senior student didn't say much, and Bai Ye wasn't a talkative person either. Apart from the sound of making milk tea, there was no other interaction.
He hesitated for a long time before speaking:
"Um... Senior, are you in some kind of trouble?"
A stiff smile appeared on Su Zhimeng's face: "It's okay, junior, don't worry."
If his information is correct, today is the senior's birthday, but she is not happy despite it being her birthday.
At this moment, Bai Ye considered many possibilities, perhaps family issues, perhaps emotional issues.
But Bai Ye was more family-oriented. He remembered asking his senior why she came back to work. Her expression was complicated. Although she didn't give him an answer, Bai Ye wasn't stupid.
I felt even more sorry for my senior for some reason.
Bai Ye assured her, "Senior, please feel free to ask if there's anything I can do to help. I will do my best."
Su Zhimeng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Thank you, junior."
When Bai Ye finished her part-time job and started her new job, she caught up with her senior who was walking alone into the distance.
Su Zhimeng looked at Bai Ye, who had followed her, and couldn't help but feel puzzled.
Bai Ye's breathing quickened at that moment. He hesitated for a moment, then took out the scarf from behind him, along with a small cake he had bought from the store.
Happy birthday, senior!
Su Zhimeng was stunned.
At that moment, Su Zhimeng's emotions seemed to be released. Tears involuntarily fell from the corners of her eyes, and she threw herself into Bai Ye's arms.
Bai Ye hurriedly removed her hands to prevent the cake from falling to the ground.
Looking at the crying girl in his arms, a feeling he had never experienced before welled up inside him.
The angelic senior who was originally reassuring showed an unprecedented vulnerability.
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