Chapter 4: I like 2

Life goes by quickly. It will soon be the end of the month. The end of December is Christmas. The time is so fast. It turns out that it is already December and the exam is approaching.

The work of the community is over, and Xiaochuan's life is suddenly idle. He has been writing to pass the time. "Life is like a play" is entangled little by little, and Hanhan's novels are also constantly being written. Suddenly, I found that the exam was so close to me.

I haven't read anything yet. My mother gave an ultimatum. I'm not allowed to go home without a scholarship. My mother is my mother, with a different courage.

A person's Christmas Eve is actually very beautiful. Xiaochuan originally wanted to read the probability theory all night. He was about to take the exam, but he still couldn't do math, but the desk lamp was out of power, and staying up late became a bubble.

Listen to the song and sleep. Xiaochuan laughed at himself, and the Cannon in the mobile phone was still melodious. The astringent eyes suddenly became wet because of less sleep. Do you want to cry or think of someone?

I stepped on Xiaomei's page and left nothing. I didn't have the courage. Xiaochuan's love is cowardly. He is so cowardly that he is willing to cry alone, and he doesn't want Xiaomei to be sad with him. Maybe Xiaomei has never paid attention to Xiaochuan's feelings. Crying or smiling have nothing to do with him.

"Listen carefully. It is actually the reincarnation of notes. Notes from slow to fast make up a piece of music."

Monotonous notes, gorgeous melodies, and there seems to be a small and soft voice in my ears, but I can't find a warm embrace. It will still be cold. In this winter, it is very cold, very cold. In winter, it is very cold.

Listening to the same song over and over again, tears fell from the corners of my eyes, silently.

How long has it been since you cried? Xiaochuan can't count the specific days. He thinks that he lives well alone. In fact, he is calm on the surface, and he will still be sad. Living with a smile every day, I restrain my loneliness and don't give people any impression.

"Your voice is the best." Xiaomei once said so.

But Xiaomei never listens to her voice anymore. From the time they broke up, the two rarely talked on the phone. At most, it was just Xiaochuan who called. Xiaomei just said a few words. Xiaochuan smiled bitterly. It turned out that he was so smart that he could guess what he was thinking, but he would never understand it.

[I'm sad.]

[Or for him?] Only Xiaoyu will text back to Xiaochuan in the middle of the night.

[Ye�, I miss him.]

[What do you want him to do? You have nothing to do with him now.]

[Yes.]

[Then you are still sad for him]

[I'm a fool.]

[It's really a fool, that kind of man is not worth it]

[I know]

[...]

[Hey hey]

Ogawa held his mobile phone, and the corners of his lips were pulled with a sad smile.

A night of sleeplessness, a night of sadness.

Winter is coming, and the weather is very cold. Xiaochuan remembered the scarf for Xiaowen. After sending it, he knew the meaning of the scarf. He wanted to weave a scarf for Xiaomei and weave his own warmth.

The computer makes a slight sound, and the sound of tapping the keyboard, and the text flows out from under the fingers.

"I want to make a scarf for you... I know the meaning of a scarf~~ It's just that it's too cold this winter.

I want to make a scarf for you~~ It's not for the future... It's for the past... Maybe Xiao Yu is right... We actually have nothing to do with it... We are strangers in the first place...

I quit that group... because I don't belong there... Just like none of us belong to anyone... In the past, in the future...

After today... I'm still a flamboyant Xiaochuan... I'm still a strong Xiaochuan... I'm still the Xiaochuan who is called my wife... It's just that the person who is called is not you

Ha ha... The inexplicable feeling of Christmas Eve

I won't cry hoarsely, just cry silently,

I miss you, so I cried~

I just miss you~~A person's Christmas Eve~"

The next day is Christmas Eve. It's a good day for Jesus, but Ogawa has no choice but to accompany the old man to class. You can't fail the oral exam.

After that, I went to study with Orange, and finally I was left alone, who walked back in the cold winter.

Turning through the address book with bored fingers, Merry Christmas, always wish him a wish.

"Hey."

"Hey, Merry Christmas."

"Ye, happy, you are also happy."

"Ye-huh." In the long-lost voice of Xiaomei, Xiaochuan suddenly wanted to cry, which was the kind of very touching cry.

"What else?"

"No, good night."

"Come to us during the holiday?"

"Maybe."

"Ye-huh."

There was a long busy line from her mobile phone, and Xiaomei hung up the phone.

Xiaochuan looked at his mobile phone blankly. Without his voice, he should be strong and forget him.

But... But... But... There is no if...

When a person returned to the dormitory, he found that he didn't have a key and only 20 cents on his body. He wanted to call his classmates. His mobile phone was turned off, cold and hungry. He tossed back and forth several times before entering the house.

"Christmas Eve, I'm a little girl selling matches." Xiaochuan called Orange and complained about his tragic experience.

"Haha. What a pity." Orange expressed sympathy.

"Oh..."

Ogawa put down the phone, and the scarf knitted in his hand seemed to be the wrong step, so he could only remove and re-weave it. On the second day, there was a foreign teacher's exam, PPT and speech, and Ogawa and the dormitory stayed up all night.

Production one by one, from the background of the picture to the movement of the action, Ogawa strives to make every step perfect. A simple PPT was done for about half a night, and it was almost four o'clock in the morning when it was completed.

Ogawa hesitated, gave up his sleep, and decided to wait for the network in the dormitory in the morning.

The saddest time to stay up late is when the sky is about to dawn, sad and suffering. Nancai's network only opens at seven o'clock.

And Ogawa began to have class at 8:30, followed by the exam. Unknown exam, unknown scope, poor match-selling Xiaochuan.

Cold and hungry, Ogawa is the poorest little girl selling matches.

[You are a little match selling girls] Yangyang left this message under Ogawa's log.

[Where does it look like selling girls? I'm a little match girl.

[Obviously it is]

[Well, I'm selling girls, so I'll sell you first.]

[... Old pam]

[She is a pimp. What are you?] Xiao Yu asked.

[Yangyang was sold by me] Ogawa replied.

[I'm an anti-pornography] Yangyang returned to Xiao Yudao.

[Hey hey] Ogawa smiled.

There are about a dozen replies under a log, funny and happy. In fact, life is so simple. Isn't it good to spend it happily?

The speech was also very smooth. The strict foreign teacher was extremely talkative that day, and finally got a considerable score, which was not in vain for Xiaochuan's overnight hard work.

Although I'm a little tired from being sleepless all night, I'm still very happy to be able to do what I want to do.