Zhou Song was paralyzed in his dormitory for three days and did not go to class.

I fall asleep at sunrise and wake up at sunset every day, which is very regular.

Fat brother, who was sleeping in the same room, brought food back every day, and accompanied him to drink a few big meals and barbecue meals. Seeing that he was still doing things like heaven and earth, he could only suggest that he visit his psychology teacher.

Blasts of torn pain and pale tears... He never smoked in the past, and would take off a whole pack of red double joy every night. In the darkness, he looked at the flashing cigarette butts, feeling like a bright light in the darkness.

The meaning of love breaking up was greatly sublimated: he stared at his cigarette butts and felt that he was a contemplative philosopher.

On Friday night, Zhou Song woke up at dusk as usual. Fat Brother, who had always been very homeless, did not come back, so he had to leave the nest and go out to find food. After ate something casually in the cafeteria, Zhou Song did not return to the cold dormitory, but turned to the pine forest in a corner of the school.

This pine forest has been in a forest for a hundred years, and has not yet fallen after several vicissitudes. Now it is pine waves and dark clouds. The stone-paved path passes through the forest, accompanied by benches and pavilions, which are quiet and elegant. They are popular among men and women in the school on weekdays. However, every weekend and holiday, they are taken away by the colorful metropolis outside the ivory tower. Only the evening breeze in front of you whispers and the tired birds sing.

Over the past few years, Zhou Song often came to this place, with longing, looking forward to the place where the two first met, and meeting her again, perhaps it would bring everything back to the beginning.

But unfortunately, this pine forest was proved to be the most unlikely place for Yuan Yueling to appear after Zhou Song returned countless times.

Under the vast dusk mist, the pine forest was empty, and only Zhou Song's own footsteps made rustling sounds.

A lonely lamp is tied to a branch, and the pale light illuminates the city under the moonlight, the lights under the city, the people under the lamp—

Is it her? The girl in front of her was sitting alone in a corner of the bench, with black hair on her shoulders, plain white clothes, her left leg resting on her right leg, and the lace lace of white socks revealed from the middle of the skirt and snow-white sneakers.

"Yueling." Zhou Song called out softly.

The girl raised her head, and a surprised expression appeared on her beautiful face: "Zhou Song?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"I'm still thinking of her." The girl curled her lips and stood up: "What a seed of infatuation."

The girl's name is Tang Xiaojie. She is a freshman in the animation design department. Her eyes are surprisingly large, as if she came out of the anime, and as clear as crystal immersed in water, but the corners of her eyes are slightly charming because of the slightest rise. The pure pupils and charming eye shape wonderfully merge into a very beautiful style, with thin lips and light color as water.

Even Zhou Song had to admit that the girl in front of him was not inferior to Yuan Yueling. If Yuan Yueling was a faint moon that illuminated the long journey back, then Tang Xiaojie was a ray of sun that tear open the deep twilight.

"Uh..." Zhou Song scratched the back of his head awkwardly: "Tang Xiaojie, what are you doing here?"

"Our Hanfu Club is taking photos here, it's just over." Seeing Zhou Song looking around, Tang Xiaojie whispered far away: "They just left, Xiaojie is tired, and she's resting here."

Only then did Zhou Song see clearly that Tang Xiaojie was wearing a light-colored Hanfu.

"Your Hanfu is equipped with sneakers." Zhou Song teased.

"Oh, I can't take pictures of today's photography theme anyway." Tang Xiaojie pouted: "Oh, I understand. You see the good feng shui here, and you want to get angry and then hang me here quietly, right? - Xiaojie can hear about your affairs."

"What Feng Shui?" Zhou Song walked to the stream in anger, squatted down, and used his hands to break up a thin piece of ice on the water surface to play.

"Hey, is it too late for me to order a fast takeaway rice dumpling now? Do you guess the fish in this stream like sweet or salty?"

"Even tadpoles can't keep this little water and return it to fish... Do you need to be so impatient? I don't have any inheritance for you!" Zhou Song threw the ice in his hand over.

Tang Xiaojie giggled and avoided: "You are so unfaithful man, you don't know how to feel sorry for others. So what kind of life will Xiaojie rely on in the future?"

While chatting and laughing, Tang Xiaojie stepped into the stream with one foot, and the thin ice surface broke through, instantly swallowing her shoes and socks, and even the hem of the curved skirt was wet.

"Be careful!" Zhou Song stood up in a hurry, took Tang Xiaojie back, and the two of them sat down on the ground together.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Zhou Song looked at her sneakers that were expensive at first glance, thinking in his heart how much he should give if Tang Xiaojie asked for compensation.

Tang Xiaojie gently stroked the wet white socks without regard: "What a panic? What danger is there to be so shallow."

"In the middle of winter, hurry up and change your shoes, your feet will freeze for a while. My mother said that women cannot soak in cold water."

"Hey," unexpectedly, Tang Xiaojie put her face over, so close that Zhou Song thought she was going to kiss her in the next second.

The breath of Qi Ruyoulan blows on his cheeks, hot and itchy.

"You are quite concerned about Xiaojie." Tang Xiaojie's voice seemed to be muttering to her dreams.

Zhou Song's brain was blank and his body could not move.

Tang Xiaojie giggled again, her eyes bent into crescent moons, and returned to a safe distance: "Seriously, you're okay."

After pondering for a while, Zhou Song decided to tell the truth: "It's not very good."

"It's easy to ask for priceless treasures, but it's rare to be a scheming man." Tang Xiaojie pressed his shoulder seriously: "Xiaojie understands you."

"……Thanks."

"It's not that Xiao Jie is chewing the root of the tongue behind her back." Tang Xiaojie said: "Yuan Yueling is not aware of the good people's hearts. If it were Xiao Jie, I will pull you to get the certificate tomorrow."

"…Thank you. Although neither of us is old."

Tang Xiaojie stood up and walked a few steps. A gurgling sound came from the sneakers filled with streams.

"There is a question Xiaojie always wants to ask you. If you don't want to answer, you can not answer."

"It's okay, you ask."

"What do you like Yuan Yueling?"

It seemed like a soul-searching question, Zhou Song was stunned.

What should I say? Good image, good temperament, excellent grades, and similar interests?

For a while, I couldn't think of any reason to come to the stage.

Seeing Zhou Song silent, Tang Xiaojie said gently: "Then, Xiaojie will go back to the dormitory. You should go back early, it's cold outside."

"It was also here. The moment I saw Yuan Yueling, I personally realized what it was like to write in the book, 'I fell in love with someone, and I wanted to be with her'." Zhou Song used his hand to tick the floating ice that had just been trampled by Tang Xiaojie.

Tang Xiaojie stopped, walked back, stomped her feet gently, and grinned.

Zhou Song looked at the stream without noticing it, but said to himself: "The young man in "One Thousand and One Nights" just saw the beautiful princess on the carpet painting, and sacrificed himself to travel across the ocean to pursue it, and finally achieved the right result. Look at this stream, will it lead to the sea?"

If you watched Andersen's "The Daughter of the Sea" back then, that would not be the case, Tang Xiaojie thought to herself.

After a moment of silence, Tang Xiaojie spoke carefully: "It's very romantic and beautiful. When I was young, I also liked to read "One Thousand and One Nights". But do you know another name for this book?"

""Artise Nights." Zhou Song nodded.

Yes, these are all fantasies. Like schools, teachers, and parents, those books never teach people how to get along with the opposite sex and how to view love correctly, but instead give people a lot of unrealistic romantic fantasies. The person in front of them is like Don Quixote, stubbornly charging towards the windmill, time and time again.

Since entering school, Tang Xiaojie has heard the campus legend of T University. The male protagonist is moved, moved, and moved himself, but he cannot move the heroine. She also found out from the senior sister that Yuan Yueling started to get along well with him, but after being confessed, she immediately broke up with him - this deeply stimulated Zhou Song. He was completely unaware that his behavior was approaching harassment, and he only thought that he was deeply in love. Yuan Yueling also hated him more and more under the endless entanglement. Such a vicious cycle has been until today.

A strange idea came into Tang Xiaojie's mind. If the person he met here was not Yuan Yueling but himself, where would the story go? Passionate love, quarrel, growth, reconciliation, and then say goodbye, just like all worldly love?

"When you really grow up, you will understand that what you love now is not someone, but your mood at that time." Tang Xiaojie sighed softly.

"Even if it's just being a friend again, why do you have to be so extreme?" Zhou Song didn't seem to hear her words and said to himself.

"You two, Niu Kettle and Niu Kettle are obsessed with, they are both perpetrators and victims." Tang Xiaojie announced her verdict loudly.

A meteor crossed the sky.

"Hurry, make a wish!" Tang Xiaojie jumped up.

Zhou Song didn't believe this, but when he looked at Tang Xiaojie who was praying silently, he also closed his hands.

God, God, Allah, Tathagata Buddha, Amitabha Buddha, Aleluya, Taishang Laojun, Guan Erye... Any god, please let me be able to be with Yuan Yueling... even if it is just a friend, I am willing to sacrifice half of my life for this...!

The shooting star disappeared like a flash in the cereus.

"Thank you, Xiaojie." Zhou Song turned to the girl beside him: "I feel much better, at least I have friends like you around me."

Tang Xiaojie laughed and said, "Suddenly, I feel very affectionate. Is she so uncomfortable? What wish have you made?"

"Be friends with Yueling." Zhou Song smiled faintly.

"You don't even dare to be bolder if you make a wish?" Tang Xiaojie rolled her eyes exaggeratedly.

"What is your wish?"

"Seal as Minister of External Relations."

"It's really bold enough. Never a freshman has ever become a minister."

Tang Xiaojie was about to refute, but Zhou Song's cell phone suddenly vibrated, it was a familiar number.

"Hello?"

"It's me," a tired female voice came from the receiver: "Do you have time? Let's meet."

"Who are you?" Zhou Song felt that the voice was a little familiar.

"..." The other party was speechless: "Yuan Yueling."

He took his phone in front of him, confirmed the number, and then trembled all over his body.

God! The speed of your reply and prayer can be praised by five stars!!
Chapter completed!