The girl in the story is called Lolita, and her family and friends call her Lolo. Her hometown is S City.

City S is near the seaside, with blue sky and white clouds all year round, and rotten corals turn into white sand to fill the beach. When the sea recedes, many conch shells will be left behind.

Her adoptive parents opened a construction company. Their careers were stable and their relationship was harmonious. They were almost middle-aged, but they had no children. So they adopted her from the orphanage and treated her as their biological daughter. They named her Lolita because her adoptive father was named Luo and her adoptive mother was named Li. Both of them graduated from engineering and had poor literary literacy. They accidentally came up with this name. The original intention was to express their love for her.

She didn't know her life experience, and grew up in a loving family. The biggest sorrow in her entire adolescence before she was sixteen was to change a good name.

Sixteen years old is the first watershed in her life.

That summer, she met Qin Mo, who was twenty-one years old.

At that time, she was in her second year of high school, only one year before the college entrance examination, and she had to start planning for the future. Her parents asked her to take the S Academy of Fine Arts, but she refused to follow her. She didn't hate painting, but she just had a common problem with children. She thought rebellion was a fashion and could not accept the life arranged by her parents. Her mother's friend, Mrs. Qin, came back from abroad and went to the beach to recuperate, and happened to be a neighbor with them. It is said that Mrs. Qin had a son who was very good at painting. She had just obtained a master's degree in the Department of Architecture of MIT and accompanied her mother to recuperate.

Her mother took her to visit Mrs. Qin and asked her to call Mrs. Qin Aunt Gu.

The two wives sat in the living room drinking tea and chatting about life and family. She was not interested in their topics, so she brought a glass of orange juice and sat upright on a small stool next to her to study an old clock opposite.

The two-story villa near the sea has a wide living room. The European-style flower god statue clock is placed next to the ancient shelf. It is an old antique from a hundred years ago. She is studying art and is thinking that it has a neoclassical artistic style, and footsteps suddenly sound on the stairs.

She looked up and saw that the young man who was going downstairs was wearing a dark T-shirt and light-colored trousers. His hair shone softly under the lights in the living room, and his face was of a classical handsomeness.

Mrs. Qin smiled and waved to the young man: "Stephen, you are here just in time. Your Aunt Li and I are talking about you. Aunt Li's daughter Luo Luo will take the college entrance exam next year and want to take the S Academy of Fine Arts. Anyway, you have nothing to do. Can you be Luo Luo's tutor, right?"

The young man sat down next to his mother, greeted her, and turned to look at her. His eyelashes were long, his eyes were bright, and he looked at people casually as if he was focused. He said, "Lolo?"

It was the tone of inquiry, and it sounded like she was asking her full name.

She felt instantly ashamed of her name, but she showed off her expressionlessly: "Ah, Lolo, full name Lolita, I have read Nabokov Vladimir's banned book "Lolita", but it's that Lolita, the English name Lolita. But you can't call me Lolita, you want to call me Lolita, because I don't like it..."

Her mother glared at her: "This child is just talking too much..."

She pretended not to see it, and looked at the young man with a bad face to give him a warning: "I know Stephen Hawking, Stephen Lee, Stephen Spielberg and Stephen Jackson, which Stephen Jackson are you?"

Her mother was so surprised that she wanted to cover her mouth, but she sat far and said quickly. After that, she moved the stool two steps back, further away from her mother. She was unwilling to take the S Academy of Fine Arts. Whoever tutored her would be her parents' accomplices. Don't think of her as a good face. She thought proudly.

The young man looked at her and was a little surprised.

There was a moment of silence in the living room, but Mrs. Qin burst out laughing: "Stephen, do you think this speaking style is very familiar? Lolodo looks like you when you were a child?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, with a smile in his eyes: "I didn't speak such a strong nasal sound when I was a child."

The nasal sound was her fatal hole, her face turned red and white, and she was a little angry. But the young man stretched out his hand kindly: "I am Stephen? Qin, Qin Mo. Qin of the Qin Dynasty, the desert. I am much older than you, you want to call me Brother Qin."

She turned her head to the side, thinking to herself who would call your brother, and she said in a row: "You are back from abroad. Don't you just call your name directly?"

The young man was very interested: "But now I am back in China, and I have to follow the customs and follow the domestic rules."

She was choked a little and couldn't find any refutation. She looked back at her mother with help.

But her mother and Mrs. Qin just smiled and looked at them without saying anything.

She tilted her head even harder and stamped her feet and said, "I won't call you that."

Mrs. Qin finally laughed: "Stephen, you need to make up for Chinese. Don't you know that only the couple is called "Love Brother and Sister"?"

She looked at Mrs. Qin in disbelief, and never expected that an aunt who was so beautiful and elegant would make such a joke in front of minors.

The young man still had a smile in his eyes. When he heard his mother say this, he immediately realized: "Oh? There is still such a saying? Sorry, I'm not good at Chinese," he turned to her again, "But at least you have to call me brother."

She felt that she was about to be made cry by these adults and said loudly: "You were not born by my mother, so I won't call you brother, I..."

Before he finished shouting, his palms warmed up. The young man held her hand, took off a string of obsidian bracelets and put them in her hand, and said gently: "I don't know if I will see such a cute little sister when I return to China, and I didn't bring you any gifts. I'll give this to you as a gift for a meeting." After that, he rubbed her hair.

There was still a gift from someone else in her palm, and she would be too ignorant to lose her temper. She held the words she hadn't finished yelling into her stomach, and she remembered the politeness again, and said with a blushing face: "Thank you."

The young man looked at her with a smile: "What are you going to call me?"

When she thought, she was too unlucky to accept the gifts and even if she had to be angry with the others, she shouted for a long time: "Brother."

Mrs. Qin laughed so hard that tears came out and said to her mother: "Your daughter is such a treasure."

After that, every day after school, she would go to Qin Mo's house to learn painting with him. In the studio, she saw the still life he drew, the color of dead things on paper, and even the sculptures made of stones seemed to have a soul. She was confused by those works and gradually felt that painting was also a good thing. Maybe she could really become a painter in the future. She wanted to find something from Qin Mo's paintings, and to draw paintings with vitality like him at once, she began to fall in love with painting.

Qin Mo looked serious and beautiful in painting. The charcoal pen was held between his slender fingers, like a warrior holding a long sword. The goose yellow window screen was blown up by the sea breeze, and his eyes were focused, and he could only see the world on the easel. Sometimes she would deliberately cough and disturb him. He put one hand in his trouser pocket and held the pen with the other hand, without any movement. She coughed hard, and the nanny aunt who cleaned and cleaned the next door came to knock on the door. He only pointed at the cabinet opposite: "Soop hurts? There is a golden throat treasure." As long as he held the paintbrush, the world was like nothing to him. She existed in this piece of nothing, but wanted to create a little ripples to attract his attention. She herself didn't know why she did this.

The time she learned painting at Qin Mo's home gradually increased from one hour to one and a half hours, and then from one and a half hours to two hours. In fact, she just kept her back and refused to leave, and Qin Mo always ran away as soon as time came. But she didn't care. She would rather spend a lot of time in his home, as if it was a natural thing. In the past, she always spent this time watching TV with her childhood sweetheart Cheng Jiamu and doing homework. She sacrificed all of these daily life, and it was not a pity that she sacrificed very generously.

It was not until three months later that she finally understood what this sacrifice meant.

She likes Qin Mo. A kind of love based on art worship. It may be a real love. Because it is not as satisfying as the men and women in the class who love prematurely, it is more intense and mature. She wants to hug him hard, get as close to him as possible, and want to kiss him.

She had such enthusiastic and bold ideas, she was only sixteen years old, and two years before she was eighteen. In various senses, she was still just a minor and a little girl.

She talked to Cheng Jiamu about her worries. In front of Cheng Jiamu, she could express her love for Qin Mo in a firm manner, but when facing Qin Mo, she did not dare to transcend the rules at all, and could not even have the most implicit ambiguity.

She felt that he seemed to think that she was a little girl. She drew a good work. When he felt satisfied, he would take out chocolate from his pocket to reward her, just like a kindergarten teacher rewarding children who had morning fucks on time.

His eyes were looking at a child, not a girl.

One day, Mrs. Qin joked that since Lolo came to learn painting, Stephen's clothes were always filled with candy. Lolo is still a child and loves to eat candy so much.

The three words "child" deeply stimulated her. She bulged her cheeks and got angry for an afternoon. However, Qin Mo took out the chocolate and put it in her palm at the end of the class. She finally plucked up the courage to resist: "I don't want to eat chocolate."

Qin Mo flipped through the drawing paper: "I don't eat chocolate either. Anyway, I'm going to have the last two, don't waste it, at least eat it."

She thought about it and couldn't waste it. She endured the grievance and ate the chocolate. The next day, Qin Mo no longer touched the chocolate from her pocket to reward her. But she started to reward lollipops.

Cheng Jiamu attacked her: "It's impossible for you to look at age, one born in the 1970s and one born in the 1980s, and one born in the 1980s, and the generation gap of the era; looking at cultural background, one has been corrupted by capitalism since childhood and the other grew up under the red flag of socialism, with ideology completely different; looking at the education, I was curious, can he, a master's degree and one who has not graduated from high school, have a common language?"

These are facts and she cannot refute them. But she made up her mind to bury her like Qin Mo in her heart. For this love, she would grow up immediately and catch up with him soon. At that time, he could not just give her a chocolate or lollipop. She would look into his eyes, like a veteran in the flower cluster, without any nervousness and confusion. She would confess to him like a love saint: "Qin Mo, I like you, I have loved you for many years, what do you say?"

She relied on her unrealistic wishes in her mind to motivate herself, and her grades suddenly became hard, and her grades rose quickly were like riding a roller coaster. Her mother couldn't believe her results after reading the transcript, so she kept asking her: "You shouldn't have copied someone else's scores so high, right?" She continued to work hard while secretly regretting in her heart that if Qin Mo had appeared two years ago, she might have been admitted to Peking University.

This is a real secret love. She wants to get close to him but dare not get too close to him. Torturing by this contradictory mood, even a frog jumps into the pool can inspire worries. It can be said that the girlish feelings are always poetry. It is also a haiku.

Finally, she waited for a chance to embrace him openly and would not be discovered by anyone.

It was Qin Mo's 22nd birthday. Mrs. Qin wanted to hold a dance party, and friends nearby would come to attend. Qin Mo sat on the sofa and flipped through the newspaper while talking about it to her. The deep outline was reflected by the afterglow of the sunset. His beautiful eyebrows and eyes were slightly bent: "This dance party comes with a dance partner, bring your little boyfriend here too."

He misunderstood Cheng Jiamu was her boyfriend. She thought, it was not his fault. Cheng Jiamu was her best playmate since childhood. They did everything together, and they were simply the heroes in the community. She was confused by Qin Mo's smile and forgot to refute it. She realized that it was already focused on the point before. She also felt that it was also beneficial to let him misunderstand. As long as he felt that Cheng Jiamu was her boyfriend, she could act coquettishly with him safely, and he would not see anything. She hated him for thinking she was the little sister, but was afraid that he would no longer treat her as the little sister.

She wanted to dance with Qin Mo.

At the age of seventeen, she thought hard with limited experience. Which pair of princesses and princes in fairy tales did not dance together? Her requirements were not high. Even if it was not a princess, it would not be too much to dance with him.

Cheng Jiamu once again ruthlessly hit her: "Your request is not too much, but the key is that you can dance?"

She looked at Cheng Jiamu with fearless eyes, and unswervingly and unswervingly, she said: "I can learn."

Cheng Jiamu looked at the blue sky and was silent for a moment. At the end of the sky was the silent sea water and the motionless undersea oil surveying tanker.

Cheng Jiamu stretched out his hand to her: "Okay, egg tart, I'm moved by your persistence, I'll teach you."

She had poor physical coordination and learned for two weeks in pain before she could learn a piece of music. She could only dance that piece. Once other pieces played, she could not keep up with the rhythm. The light one stepped on the other's feet, and the heavy one stepped on her own. Cheng Jiamu had no choice but to ask her, "What if you don't play this piece at the dance?"

She pretended to have a dance music disc and comforted Cheng Jiamu: "No, I will take this disc myself. I'm very familiar with the sound set of their home."

That night came soon, and the October sky was bright with stars.

She dressed up carefully, put on a gorgeous red dress, and specially asked her mother to help her tray her hair and make a mature hairstyle. Before going to Qin Mo's house, she ate two kilograms of winter dates to calm her mood, and almost went to inject a tranquilizer. She wanted to not be so nervous, but she couldn't help but feel nervous.

Cheng Jiamu walked into the Qin family gate with her hand in hand, and she kept asking him: "Do you see if my eyeshadow is suitable?" "Is this lipstick too thick?" "Will the necklace and skirt not match well?" "Oh, shoes, I have to go back and change to a pair of lighter-colored shoes."

Cheng Jiamu was so annoyed by her that she couldn't help but say harshly to her: "No matter how mature you dress up, you are still a little girl. Do you think Qin Mo would look at you with admiration?"

She was speechless and said for a while: "I didn't want him to look at me with admiration. I just wanted to dance with him. I have been preparing for so long and rehearsing for so long."

Cheng Jiamu looked at her for a while and sighed: "Egg Tart, you were not like this before. You were so arrogant before, like a real princess, show your former momentum."

They walked into the hall and the dance had begun. There were all kinds of good smells in the air, shrouded in the soft music.

She looked for Qin Mo's figure in the crowd and found it all at once. He leaned lazily against the window and was chatting with a beautiful woman in front of him. A mature beauty she didn't know. She was drowned in the crowd and approached them a little. He heard a few rare words say from the beauty, "Ecological architecture, new urbanism, etc.," she couldn't understand any of them, so she had to retreat along the original road and sit silently in the corner.

She looked at the ground in a daze, and the music changed again and again, feeling that she had been stunned for a long time. A pair of leather shoes suddenly appeared at the bottom of her vision, so familiar that she instantly raised her heart, liver, spleen, and lungs to her throat. The sound of her head sounded: "Isn't it cold?"

There was a huge noise around her, but she only heard his voice. She raised her head and pretended to answer him naturally: "It's not cold."

Qin Mo held a shawl in his hand and frowned slightly: "Isn't it really cold?"

She was a little confused: "It's really not cold." Although it was already autumn, Xia Yi had not completely faded. She felt that she was just right in the red dress with this suspender and was not cold at all.

Qin Mo ignored her and simply put the shawl on her shoulder and covered her tightly: "What do children know? It would be strange if you don't wear such a little cold weather in such a weather."

She hated him the most and said that she was a child. She was about to refute him, but when she saw Cheng Jiamu approaching, she was secretly anxious in her heart that her bamboo horse was really a light bulb. Qin Mo had already pulled her up and smiled at Cheng Jiamu: "Lend your girlfriend to me first and play for a while." Before Cheng Jiamu could react, she had been dragged into the dance floor by him.

She felt her waist being held by him, and there was the smell of alcohol on him. She hugged him boldly, thinking how long it had been to long for her. He paused for ten seconds under her hug and slowly corrected her movements: "Lolo, dancing is not like this. If you hold me like this, I can't move."

The song she prepared was not useful. Qin Mo taught her to dance his song, and after teaching it three times, she learned it. When she danced for the fourth time, she did not go wrong. That night, she only heard her heartbeat. They retreated from the dance floor. He rubbed her hair, touched and took out another lollipop, peeled it open and handed it to her hand. He praised her: "It was good dance."

She thought that he did not see any signs from her hug. He knew she was nervous, but thought it was just a nervousness to learn to dance. He still only thought that she was the little girl who would never have a story with him and took good care of her.

She thought she wanted so little and insignificantly, but after this night, she deeply discovered that she didn't just want a hug.

In November, she stayed up for half an hour every night every night, and knitted a scarf for two months to give it to him as a Christmas gift.

He took the scarf and looked at it carefully, and asked her with a smile: "Did you knit it yourself?"

She shook her head: "I bought it in the store for fifty-five yuan per person, but it's 38.50 cents at a discount."

He expressed his surprise: "How can such an ugly scarf be sold for 3800 yuan?"

Her face turned red.

He picked up a plate of kiwi from the coffee table and handed it to her.
To be continued...