"I want to go see it too... Wow, I'm going to die. I don't want to die. If I die, I won't be able to see my husband. My husband hasn't taught me how to read yet. My husband promised to teach me how to read. Wow."

"Hey, I told you I can't die, you little girl."

The husband sighed helplessly, and made a doll there, saying that it was called the Goddess of Heaven, and it could drive away plagues. He should take a nap, and it would be fine when he woke up.

She watched her husband making dolls, hanging them by the window, and fell asleep.

"..."

An hour later, the bedroom door opened.

In addition to her hair being messy, her clothes were already put on, and her face was still red, but her energy was much better than when she was half dead just now.

The little girl stood quietly by the door. It was sunny outside. The ugly doll was swinging in the wind under the sunny sky. The boy was sitting in front of the TV with his back to her. The light from the window happened to fall on the left side of the boy, and there was a shadow on the right.

, Jiang Nao seemed to have the illusion that he belonged to her at this moment. In order to prolong the illusion of this moment, she chose not to say anything and looked at his back quietly.

He was carefully watching the picture on the big TV. A two-dimensional girl looked at the person opposite the screen, giving people the illusion that she was looking at him. There were several options below.

Option A: Thank you, Sanjiu, next...

Option B: Sorry, it took so long...

Option C: Sure enough, I still want to choose you, after three long years...

Feng Wuli noticed the person behind him, turned his head and glanced at her before continuing to look at the screen: "You're awake, do you want to go to the hospital first? I suggest you take winter vacation half a day early."

"I like you."

He glanced back.

Trying to confirm the nature of this statement.

Can't confirm.

He probed: "Do you want to hear thank you or sorry?"

"I choose C!" She gritted her teeth. No matter what the nature of her speech about love was, it was now a joke.

Feng Wuli pressed B mercilessly, and the cv brother's private Marseille sound sounded in the living room.

"The fever should be gone. I just haven't recovered from the cold yet. It's not a problem. What game are you playing?" Her voice was hoarse. She was so feverish that her voice was hoarse.

"galgame."

"...You were playing with butter in the apartment of a girl who just confessed your love and was rejected?"

"Not all gals are butter."

"Then this..."

"It's butter."

She fell silent.

Every time she thought she knew this boy very well, he would always tear up a calendar and turn another page to show you. She thought she opened the door in the wrong way, but suddenly she realized that this boy would always do very inexplicable things.

He could say calmly that the armpit hair had grown out, but he had already shaved it off for you when you took a shower. There was nothing outrageous that he could do, even though he had forgotten this memory.

"This game is yours, I found it among your CDs." Feng Wuli knew very well that he couldn't be rational at this time, and he needed to be angry.

"..."

"Let's go, the bell is about to ring."

English test in the afternoon.

Ah Feng’s high school English scores were not ideal.

He is a bit difficult, but Heng Shui's writing is pretty good.

After the unknown bell rang, they finally ushered in the last winter vacation of high school. To be precise, it was the last time in their high school career that they could be sure that they would see each other again next time.

The students in the class started to compare the answers. Two men at the front table were holding test papers with circles drawn in them. One said c and the other said d. The one next to him said that there would be a fight. Who wins and who is right.

Feng Wuli laughed. They asked him what to choose. He took a look and chose A.

There was silence for a while.

"This A looks wrong at first glance, so I was the first to rule it out."

"How can it be an A? If it's an A, I'll stand on my head and fly."

"Don't eat and drink here."

It might be the holiday, everyone is very excited, the class is in a mess, some people have already discussed going to the Internet cafe later, the young lovers are talking to each other, and people keep coming in and out of the classroom. Sister Shang came over, said a few words, and finally advanced

Happy New Year, the whole class applauds and celebrates.

"What are your plans for the winter vacation?" Fatty came over and asked.

"I plan to take the driver's license test."

"Is this the time to take the driver's license test?"

"Anyway, I have nothing to do. I have already passed the second semester."

"...Can we go to the Internet cafe?"

"Forget it, going to an Internet cafe on the first day of vacation is too decadent."

Feng Wuli was not a boarding student, so he walked the easiest way, just like he usually did after school. All his books were placed in drawers and boxes next to the table, and he carried almost nothing in his schoolbag.

The pretty girl at the table next to her had nothing to do. Her driver hadn't arrived yet, so she lay down on the table to rest. She turned her face sideways, with half of her face covered by a scarf, revealing a pair of eyes and tilting her head to look at the people around her.

"The class said they would have a dinner together in a few days." Her voice was very soft.

"Probably after the dinner party, they have a night out at an Internet cafe or a KTV. These are the only activities they have." Feng Wuli nodded.

"I've never been to an Internet cafe."

"Well, there's nothing to go to. It's noisy."

"Are you going to the dinner party?"

"Let me think about it." Normally he rarely attends dinner parties with too many people, but this time he nodded and said: "Go ahead, you are already a senior in high school."

"I am coming too."

"...Let's go, bye."

"Yeah." She followed the boy out of the door with her eyes, and then buried her face in her arms again.

The snow was half melted and the ground was wet. He pushed his bicycle out of the campus, looked back, turned around, got on the bike and left.

Now that I'm on vacation, I don't feel any real sense compared to when I was a kid. I feel no different from every time I stepped out of campus in the past.

Probably because I have grown up.

Or maybe I missed a lot of classes this year and took a lot of leave.
Chapter completed!