Time always passes by quietly without us noticing.
Especially when you are busy, you will not care what day it is.
Monthly exams, final exams, New Year exams, competitions...
It seems like everything is piling up together, making the busy study life even busier.
I work like a clockwork robot, and the day passes by in a blink of an eye.
I wish I could split 24 hours into 48 hours.
After a few days and nights, it was the end of November.
This year is coming to an end.
The lush trees in summer are now withered, leaving only dry branches, and the leaves on the trees have heartlessly left them.
The cold air blew in from the north, bringing with it a biting and murderous aura, completely taking away the last bit of warmth.
The entire Moon City fell into the embrace of winter.
The clouds were bustling, blown into pieces by the wind and piled up together like fish scales.
This year's winter seems to have come particularly early and without any warning.
Before people can recover from the pleasant golden autumn, they are pushed into winter.
As they talked and laughed, white mist would drift out and rise into the air.
Some people breathed out and drew hearts on the glass windows, or wrote the abbreviation of the name of someone who made their heart warm.
This winter is no different from previous years, but it is destined to be a little different.
The campus of No. 1 Middle School is still empty, and one teaching building is under renovation.
The "bang bang bang bang" sound of knocking is the only sound in this quiet atmosphere.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class, breaking the quiet atmosphere. On every floor, the sounds of students laughing and talking, running footsteps, and young boys and girls chasing and playing could be heard.
One look at it and you will feel: Youth is great.
Such scenes are more common on the first-year floors.
The sunlight flows, and the soft halo is like a movie scene, each frame is gentle to the extreme.
During breaks, Cong Nian would go to the hot water room to refill her hand warmer to warm her frozen fingers that could barely hold a pen.
Although this kind of "work" is usually done by He Sui, he never gets tired of it.
As soon as the get out of class was over, he took away her light pink thermos cup and plush rabbit hot water bottle, and went to the hot water room to fill them with hot water, unconsciously "showing off" his love for her.
When the students saw him coming, they all took the initiative to ask him to fill the hot water first.
Occasionally, a few bold boys would make some jokes.
He Sui just curled his lips and smiled, as if he tacitly agreed to their teasing.
But this look of jealousy made the little girl feel a little embarrassed.
The social anxiety attribute has not changed.
She could still tolerate it at first, but recently, more and more people have been teasing her.
Even some teachers would join the students in making fun of the students at the end of get out of class, saying with a smile: "It's so cold today, it's time to go get some hot water."
Often at this time, the students in the class would cover their mouths and laugh.
There was no malice or ridicule in his words, it just made her blush and she was hesitant to look up.
After persisting for a long time, I finally got the chance to get hot water.
but……
There is another most important reason, that is He Sui has a cold!
It's still a bad cold, and my voice is very nasal when I speak.
After finally finishing his studies over the past few days, she wanted him to have a good rest.
Cong Nian gently placed the hot water on the table, leaned down slightly, took a deep breath, leaned forward against the side of the desk, and looked at the boy who fell asleep on the desk after class.
When he is sick, he gives people an especially well-behaved yet aloof feeling, which is very different from his usual bold and unruly self.
It's like a cool and pure flower on a high mountain.
It also looks like... an ocelot with drooping ears.
It made her want to touch his hair and pinch his ears.
In fact, Cong Nian did so.
She warmed her palms with a hot water bottle and then slowly moved them to his head.
Two shallow dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth, and she touched the hair on top of his head as lightly as possible.
Then he quickly retracted his gaze, turned his head and pretended to look at his book, but his peripheral vision was always watching him.
The young man's brows twitched slightly, but he did not wake up and was still sleeping soundly.
The sunlight passed over his hair, casting a soft golden hue on it.
The students moved back and forth, and the light and shadows shifted and fell on him in an interlaced manner.
The narrow fox eyes were tightly closed, the brows were slightly wrinkled, and a faint "chuan" character was formed between the eyebrows.
He must be feeling very uncomfortable, right?
Cong Nianxiang.
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