When Zhou Mi heard this voice, she pushed open the door and stood there without frowning.

"It's me. What's wrong?"

"I said Cheng Fei, the teacher should have told you in advance that you have new classmates to move to the dormitory. You have taken up other people's beds by yourself, and you are embarrassed to say that others are not of quality-" Zhou Mi paused, raised her lips and chuckled, and said sarcastically.

"I think you are the one who is the most incompetent, right?"

Cheng Fei's face turned red, and her chest was fluctuating violently. She glared at Zhou Mi for a few times, but she still closed her mouth tightly and said nothing. She picked up the box and doll on the ground, rushed to the door angrily, and threw the things in her hand into the trash can.

When he passed by Heyue, he hit her body, whether intentionally or unintentionally. Heyue was unstable and was pulled by Zhou Mi. She stared at Cheng Fei and wanted to speak out.

"Forget it." He Yue pulled her sleeve. It was too late, and there was no time to rest if he continued to make trouble.

After experiencing this scene, the atmosphere in the entire dormitory was a bit hard to describe, and it was so quiet that it was strangely quiet.

After washing in the bathroom, Heyue changed her pajamas and came out. Zhou Mi slept on her lower bunk. She climbed onto the bed, unfolded the quilt, and lay down.

Today was calm and thrilling, and the calmness that Heyue strongly supported collapsed in the middle of the night.

Everyone seemed to know about Qiu Qing'an's family, including Zhou Mi, who was more difficult to get close to than He Yue imagined.

He Yue turned over on the bed, pillowed his hand on his face, and looked out the window.

There is no moon tonight, the stars are dim, but it is not too dark. A trace of light comes in, vaguely illuminating the small inch of the world.

She closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.

At half past six in the morning, the dormitory lights were on. He Yue slowed down for a few seconds, sat up from the bed, and the others began to wear clothes with a sleepy eyes.

After washing up, I have to go to the school playground to run exercises. It is late in winter and it is still dark blue outside. The whole city is immersed in the mist and is about to wake up.

Mixed in the group of students in class one, He Yue and Zhou Mi ran side by side, with the red and white rubber track below soft, and the green lawn next to it.

"The people in our dormitory are easy to get along with." Zhou Mi panted, swinging her hands back and forth, "Apart from Cheng Fei's green tea bitch, the one I don't like the most is her."

"What's wrong?" He Yue was dedicated and acted as the trash can for Miss Zhou Mi's gossip and complaints.

"Don't she like Qiu Qing'an? The one who fought on the first day of school still remembers that I told you."

"Remember."

"I'm not always mingling with Jiang Haojie. Jiang Haojie is brothers with Qiu Qing'an, so I can't avoid contact with Qiu Qing'an, which makes me a thorn in those people's eyes." Zhou Mi rolled her eyes big, and she was also vivid and beautiful.

"It's really a psychopath. She likes it as if everyone in the world likes it."

"Oh..." He Yue understood, responded, and accelerated his pace.

Later, Cheng Fei and they were in the dormitory. The school life was very peaceful, similar to before. They had endless test papers and endless classes every day.

He Yue always unconsciously went to see Qiu Qing'an in the gaps when he finished the questions. When he arrived in the classroom, he habitually searched for his figure at first sight, and paid attention to his every move at all times.

She was a little worried about her current state, but she felt stable and couldn't help but want to get close, but she didn't dare to get too close.

I just want to be nicer to him.

It suddenly cooled down heavily on Wednesday, and the waves were calm for a few days. Suddenly it started to rain, the air was wet and cold, and the wind was full of biting chill.

Morning exercises were also cancelled. As I walked from the dormitory to the classroom, my fingertips were cold, and I retracted into my clothes, relying on the thickness of my down jacket to block the cold wind.

Heyue is extremely afraid of the cold. He has never experienced such a cold climate in Haishi in these years. It is always as warm as spring, and even winter is gentle.

Fortunately, when she came, Aunt Fang was considerate and prepared a hand warmer for her. She could heat up and keep warm after charging it. In the cold winter, she could really make her happiness index reach its peak.

He Yue sat in her seat, arched her body slightly, her hands tightly pressed against the handwarmer, waiting for the class bell to ring.

All the classmates came in one after another, and everyone was wearing thick clothes, wrapped in school uniforms, and some even used scarves.

A familiar figure broke into the unclear morning light. Qiu Qing'an lowered his head alone, put his hands in his pockets, and walked into the classroom slowly.

He wore very little, only a school uniform jacket, a round neckline in the sweater, and a slender and thin neck. The exposed skin was cold and white, like snow.

It looks very cold.

He Yue was side by side with him, two positions apart. When Qiu Qing'an walked to his seat, he had to pass the aisle next to her. Occasionally, the hem of his clothes would pass through the corner of her table, splashing light ripples in her heart.

This time was no exception. He Yue watched Qiu Qing'an pull his hands out of his pocket, and his fingertips were faintly red. This was He Yue's familiar appearance, frozen.

She had another strange feeling of uncontrollable and slightly tightened chest.

Qiu Qing'an's clothes was suddenly grabbed by someone. He stopped and lowered his eyes. He saw a familiar face, his eyes wide open, looking at him in a dark and translucent manner.

He Yue raised her head and asked in a low voice: "Are you cold?"

Qiu Qing'an: "?"

Before he could answer, He Yue immediately took out a hot water bag from under the table and put it in his hand, with a soft tone.

"You use this to warm it up and it won't be cold."

The cold fingertips were occupied by warmth, spreading from that place to the whole body, extremely smooth.

Qiu Qing'an stared at her without any emotion, his eyes were deep and unrecognizable. Suddenly, he moved the corners of his mouth.

"Are you so good to everyone?" Qiu Qing'an asked, He Yue was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

"No." She denied, whispering: "Not is good for anyone."

Qiu Qing stood calmly for a few seconds, then put the hot water bag in her hand back on her table, and the voice came faintly.

"I don't need it, thank you."

Roses are thorny roses.

Because it is too precious, it is necessary to use spikes to defend themselves. He Yue can only test a little bit how to avoid those spikes and get close to his soft heart.

The school was on Saturday and one day off, Zhou Mi asked her about the holiday arrangements. He Yue said she wanted to read books at home, but she was very dissatisfied.

"I want to go shopping."

"You didn't buy a bunch of things last time." He Yue had a headache.

"Isn't my dad going to have a birthday? I'll go and pick a gift for him." She shook He Yue's arms and acted coquettishly, "Yue Yue, just a moment, I promise to fight quickly, you can go with me..."

"Okay..." He Yue compromised with almost no principles.

After school in the afternoon, it started to rain again, and it seemed that it had not stopped all day, but the rain seemed to be increasing at this time.

Zhou Mi's family drove over to pick her up. The two waved goodbye at the school gate, and Heyue slowly walked towards the bus stop with an umbrella.

Originally, Heqi also said that he would come to pick her up, but Heyue refused. She was used to using buses as the main means of transportation to and from school. Moreover, she knew too many people at the school gate.

She is very reluctant to be known by others, especially Qiu Qing'an is here.

In the hazy rain curtain, everything in front of me seemed to be covered with mist. The raindrops hit the ground and splashed water. He Yue raised his eyes and glanced across the street, vehicles and pedestrians, and saw Qiu Qing'an not far away.

He didn't hold an umbrella, put a hat on his school uniform and coat on his head, lowered his face and put his hands in his pocket, and carried a schoolbag on one shoulder, and his pace was still slow.

It seemed as if the continuous light rain had not fallen on him, but He Yue clearly saw his bangs wet by the rain.

In a daze, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, reaching the point of ringing the umbrella.

Cracking, one after another.

He Yue looked at Qiu Qing'an in the rain, then looked at the bus that had not arrived for a long time, and his expression tightened and he took a step forward.

The two of them were not far away, but after taking a few steps, Heyue reached his side, and the umbrella in his hand slightly tilted and raised it to his head.

Qiu Qing Anluo stopped and turned to look at her. Her face was white and her forehead was black and her hair was stuck to her skin, just like the dark eyes below.

"It's raining heavily." He Yue explained, then disappeared, his expression quiet.

The cold raindrops that fell on his body were instantly covered by the umbrella above his head. With the sound of light and heavy knocks, it seemed like a safe world was enclosed for him in a messy world, and a little comfortable and stable suddenly appeared.

Qiu Qing'an rarely refused. In silence, the two walked forward side by side.

"Where are you living in?" He Yue spoke first, paused for two seconds, and Qiu Qing'an replied.

"You'll be there when you turn in the alley ahead." His voice was low, and his unique youthful aura, and his unconcealed clear and bright magnetism.

Mixed together, it was like rain disrupting the banana leaves, and a chaotic rain fell in my heart.

"Yeah." He Yue replied, thinking of something again, "Do you don't have an umbrella?"

"I'm not used to bringing an umbrella." Qiu Qing'an explained, his tone seemed to be impatient, and He Yue didn't say anything anymore. The two had arrived at the entrance of the alley. Within a few minutes, a residential area appeared in front of him.

Qiu Qing'an took her to the front of a three-story building. The building was old, the walls were black and the green paint peeled off a lot.

He stood under the eaves, shook off the water droplets on his body, and He Yue put away the umbrella and trembled.

"I'm going up." Qiu Qing'an said, glanced at her and said, "Thank you for your umbrella. By the way, pay more attention to safety when you go back."

He Yue nodded, Qiu Qing'an turned around, took out the key and opened the iron gate access control on the first floor. He Yue stood there, remembering something, looking at his back, couldn't help but sing.

"By the way, last time, why were you getting..." beaten.

The last word drowns in his throat. He Yue remembers that scene, his lips touching up and down, and he can't say it.

With a drip, Qiu Qing'an pushed open the door, turned his head and his eyes were faintly cast on He Yue.

"It's you."

Heyue's heart slowly calmed down and slowly calmed down.

"Yes, I remember you."
To be continued...