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Chapter 17 - The Two Heavens of Ice and Fire

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    When Qin Wafan confirmed that the person on the second floor of the opposite girl's building who was holding a telephone and talking on the phone in the middle of the night was Bai Jianjia, his heart felt like a crock pot on the fire for a moment, and the gray and black instantly  Cracks as fine as spider silk burst out.

    If you say how happy he was just now, how depressed he is now.

    For a girl who never talks on the phone, holding on to the phone late at night, the situation is obvious.

    After all, he is still just a tree next to the school road she walks every day. It is not surprising that only when she passes by, he has a chance to flash in her sight that is destined not to stay for long  And pass.

    The moon on the balcony has passed over his head unknowingly, and in the long corridor of the girls' building opposite, Bai Jianjia is like a ball of white moonlight dancing and whirling, holding the phone, immersed in her happiness, with him  irrelevant.

    He just looked at her from a distance, frozen into an ice sculpture in a cold night, and his heart shattered again, making him feel that on this night when the moon is in the sky, his floor is winter, and her floor is spring.

    "Hi!"

    "Hi, Wafan?"

    After school the next afternoon, he hesitated for a long time, but he still stood by the school road next to Lover's Slope, and ran into her who had just come out of the cafeteria and was about to stroll in the green grass.

    She looked the same as usual, with the same warm smile and the same familiar breath.

    Just pay a little attention, and you can see that there is a different kind of joy between her eyebrows and eyes.  This is the unique look of a woman who is going to love.  Although he has never really been in love, he understands after thinking about her for so long.

    "I called your dormitory at eleven o'clock last night. The line is busy. Are you still calling or have you unplugged the phone line?"

    He concealed a wounded heart, expecting her to reply that she had unplugged the phone line, a lie, and it would make him feel much better at the moment.

    "Oh, then you called again?"

    She looked at him in surprise, but did not answer directly:

    "Is there something wrong?"

    "Oh, no, I just want to see if you are asleep."

    He smiled and asked subconsciously:

    "Did you unplug the phone line?"

    "No, I'm answering the phone, hee hee"

    She couldn't help laughing a little.  Her honesty solidly made up for him in his heart.

    He was in so much pain that he took a deep breath in his heart, and said "oh" mechanically, and there was transparent blood in the groove of his smile, frozen in the sun, like an ice sculpture.

    The night before, he went straight to zero o'clock, watching her hang up the phone and go back to the dormitory.

    "Are you sure you're okay with me?"

    She smiled and confirmed, not to confirm whether he was okay at the moment, but to confirm whether there was anything wrong with her after eleven o'clock last night.

    "It's alright."

    What can he say?  Something big or something, his mood, to her, is nothing but frost on the roof that will never be seen.

    Just like at this moment, he is shrinking behind her, and she is blooming in front of him, can she even have the slightest awareness?

    They are always far away.

    Her joy is like a tree full of flowers, shining in the sun, and even the shadow has turned into a jumping flower, huge, mysterious, and far away, not giving him a chance to block the warmth in the evening sun.  cold.

    Perhaps, some people's youth is colorful, and the wind and the rain will make it rain, and some people's youth is destined to be lonely and vague waiting.

    He who never thought he could become a poet, discovered that because of the sadness in the sun, his dry heart was actually poetic.  From then on, the poet, Yu Qin Wafan, is synonymous with pain.  He smiled wryly.

    "Wa Fan, do you have time? Shall we chat?"

    She didn't leave, but stood there all the time, looking at him with a smile in front of him two steps away, her eyes filled with the expectation of happiness that she wanted to confide in.

    "good."

    He sat down on the lawn, in the same position as the evening when he chatted with her for the first time.

    "Wa Fan, I want to tell you, I, I think I'm going to fall in love. Really."

    These words sang softly from her two plump red lips like poetry, revealing an unstoppable joy in her heart.

    Her pair of red phoenix eyes shine brightly in the afterglow.  It is also like a poem and a picture - the poet, Yu Bai Jianjia, is synonymous with happiness, and he finally got some relief.

    Yes, happy and warm, this is his strange feeling in her at this momentFeeling this kind of joy - as long as she is happy, then he will also feel comforted.

    But his heart is still like a scorching sun, rising and falling under the cold and dark horizon and in the warm and bright sky, which is difficult to appease.

    She is going to fall in love.  The person in love will not be him.  It was he who shared her joy and secret.

    "Has it already started?"

    He didn't want to know who she was going to fall in love with, his heart couldn't bear it, but he couldn't help but want to confirm whether she had started now.  He was so conflicted that he wanted to hit the wall.

    "Well it should be, not yet. In short, it should start. He hasn't told me formally yet. I can't just take the initiative to determine it myself? Hmph!"

    Sweetness and complaints flow together.  This is not the beginning, so what?  His heart was hit hard in an instant, and he smiled to relieve the pain:

    "Hehe, that's right, just wait, just wait until he comes to tell you clearly. I guess he has already, um, liked you very much in his heart."

    "How do you know? Have I told you a lot? How do you know? Tell me, tell me."

    She opened her pair of eyelids and red phoenix eyes wide in surprise, looking at him coquettishly urging.  It turns out that, as elegant as she is, there will be times when she can't wait because of someone.  His heart flinched again.

    "Hey, you are so nice, as long as you don't refuse, how can a boy not like it? I guess he has already thought about how to confess his love to you countless times in his heart, but he is just worried that you will refuse, so give yourself courage."

    He wanted to slap himself twice, for helping his love rival so much, why couldn't he explain it to her in this way?

    "OhWa Fan, thank you for looking at me so highly, it looks like I'm not bad, hee hee, but am I really as good as you say?"

    She looked at him asking for evidence that he thought she was fine.  The goddess also has times when she is not confident. It seems that she is really emotional.

    "You are really good. He is not worthy of you!"

    He blurted out a little angrily.  No matter who it is, if his goddess is a little embarrassed, he can't stand it.

    "You know him?"

    She looked at him again in surprise.  In her impression, she didn't describe that person to him in detail.

    "How would I know him, but no matter how good he is, if he wants to match you, even if he stands on tiptoe, he may not be able to reach him!"

    He blurted out again in exasperation.  To be rejected by her, and to be valued so much by her, I really don't know what kind of shit luck I have stepped on.

    "Ah! Thank you for taking me so seriously, haha, happy. Although I'm not as good as you said, I feel much more at ease! I'll just wait for him to talk to me."

    She smiled like a flower in his words.

    "Wa Fan, it's great to have a friend like you. Really, thank you. No one said anything about me, you know."

    She looked at Emphasis with a smile, and returned to her gentle and amiable appearance.

    A small butterfly flew around her ankle again, and the tip of the blade of grass touched her white instep. October in the south was as hot as August in the north.

    In this setting sun, on the green lawn, a boy and a girl sat side by side, looking at the flying little butterfly and thinking about each other.  Before leaving, he realized that today's flying butterfly is not the white of last time, but goose yellow.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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