She said, "What are you doing?"

He said, "Give me a gift."

She said: "Who will give the gift to the kiwi?"

He had a joke in his eyes: "If it were a scarf knitted for me by hand, of course there would be a more decent return gift, but didn't you buy this one? This plate of kiwi is more expensive than this scarf."

She was holding a plate of kiwis and was about to die, not knowing whether it was to her or to him. But on Christmas night, when she held the teddy bear he gave her, she felt that it was funny that she was so angry before.

No matter what he sees himself as, in his world she is the closest girl to him, and he never ignores her, that's enough.

Cheng Jiamu cared for her: "Are you planning to never tell him that you like him or not for the time being? You are like preparing to have a secret love for the rest of your life."

She pondered for a while: "...It's good now."

The admissions of art colleges and universities do not require high cultural courses, so her senior year is not as difficult as ordinary candidates. Although it is also hard, compared with Cheng Jiamu, she is inevitably much more free.

The senior year passed quickly and crossed the last exam room. She got her wish and entered the S Academy of Fine Arts Sculpture Department. Her secret love for Qin Mo was still in a seemingly lukewarm but actually a vigorous and vigorous situation.

But finally, even God couldn't stand it. Even if she wanted to keep the status quo, the turning point finally came.

It was her 18th birthday, Valentine's Day during the winter vacation. On February 14, she was in her freshman year. Her parents were on a business trip abroad and could not come back immediately. She promised to bring her generous gifts when she went home. My cousin and his boyfriend happened to be playing by the beach and lived at her house. My cousin said, "It's eighteen years old, on the big day of adulthood, we can hold a small party, just at home. Anyway, my uncle and aunt are not at home, so we have a night to celebrate."

Her parents were rigorous in tutoring her in this regard. She had never attended an overnight party. She was so happy when she heard her cousin’s proposal that everyone began to prepare vigorously.

When he went to Qin Mo's house to inform him that he would come to support him in the evening, he raised his head from a detective novel, took off his glasses and looked at her: "I plan to take you to a good place in the evening." He pondered for two seconds and put on his glasses, "Then wait until the party is over, and then take you there after the end."

She looked at him in embarrassment: "Not tonight. I have already planned to get drunk tonight. We bought all kinds of wine, red wine, yellow wine, beer, and I must be drunk."

He looked blank on his face, he was stunned for a long time, and issued a monosyllable: "Ah?"

She quickly explained: "I don't want to learn bad things, absolutely not. Because my cousin said that I always have to get drunk in life. Instead of getting drunk by others in the future, it is better to try out your own alcohol tolerance first in a safe situation. If you have a bottom line in your heart, it is not easy to get drunk. It is also for the safety of participating in social activities in the future. After all, I am eighteen years old."

When she talked about the number Eighteen, she secretly glanced at Qin Mo to see his reaction.

He tilted his head slightly, thought for a while, and pressed his index finger against the handrail of the sofa and said, "Okay, but you must prepare the honey water for hangover in advance."

That night, she was really drunk. But she was not unconscious, but she was dizzy. Everything in front of her was covered with a layer of dreamy color, light and as if walking in the clouds. She felt very cheerful and peaceful. It was raining outside the window, drizzling, the sea was dark and quiet, and the weather was still cold like a severe winter. The party finally couldn't make a fuss all night. My friends supported each other and staggered away. My cousin and his boyfriend also went back to the guest room to rest. Before returning to the room, they asked her in confusion: "Lolo, have you seen the two cups of red wine I just put here?"

She shook her head and said she didn't see it. Her cousin's expression was solemn, and she stopped talking for a while and repeated: "Didn't you really see it?"

She said: "I didn't see it."

In fact, she not only saw it but also drank it, but she didn't drink all two cups, and gave one of them to Qin Mo. But her cousin asked her that she didn't remember it at that time.

The living room was soon quiet, the curtains were pulled open, and the night was dark, and they squeezed in through the glass window. Qin Mo supported his head, and his tall figure fell into the big sofa in their house, frowned slightly, as if he was contemplating and restrained. She swayed and directed him, asking him to open the DVD and she wanted to watch a movie.

It was an American art film, with clouds like duck down in the sky, and large lush vineyards on the ground. Only the TV screen in the living room was shining with blue light.

She and Qin Mo didn't know when they started kissing.

As blurred as the movie, she always thought she was dreaming, like finally putting the doll that she had been thinking about at the counter of the store into her pocket. His black hair brushed over her cheeks and she couldn't see anything. When he finally entered her body, the pain was real, and the satisfaction was as real as the pain, she hugged his back, thinking that the dream would end slowly. She liked him so much.

She woke up in the middle of the night, and her head was covered in mud. She saw a floor lamp in the living room illuminating a faint white light. Qin Mo sat barefoot and neatly dressed, smoking on the carpet.

She coughed, her brain had not turned around yet, and she didn't understand what was going on.

Qin Mo's fingers holding the cigarette butt trembled, and the ashes fell on the carpet.

She said: "Qin Mo..." Since she was seventeen years old, she has stopped calling him brother.

Qin Mo squatted out the cigarette butt and came over to tuck the corner of her quilt. He had a serious expression and a mute voice, and said to her softly: "Loluo, it's my fault, you are still so young." He buried his head in his hand. The first time she saw him regretful, she didn't look like him. After a long time, he raised his head and smiled bitterly, "You must hate me so much, what should I do?"

She finally remembered what had happened, and before her brain restarted from a crash, she heard herself saying, "Let's be together."

Qin Mo agreed.

She just gave it a try, but Qin Mo agreed, but he actually agreed.

She would be so happy to the sky in the next half month.

Qin Mo was with her, took her to play with her, introduced her to every friend in his circle, saying that she was his girlfriend.

His friends would joke: "Qin Mo, you are so cruel. He is just a little girl." After that, Qin Mo said to her, "Little sister, how did you get it by this person? You really don't have the vision to pick a boyfriend."

Qin Mo smiled coldly: "You can't stand me looking for a beautiful girlfriend, right? But we are in love with each other, and no one of you can try to provoke us." After saying that, he looked at her, "Right, Luo Luo?"

She nodded heavily: "Yes." Then she raised the corner of her mouth and showed a satisfied smile. She was so satisfied that she was afraid that others would not know how she liked him.

During the two years when she secretly loved him, in front of him, the deliberate suppression made her humble like the most inconspicuous dog-tail grass in the garden of Baicao. And when she was really with him, she felt like she was reborn, and all her passion and vividness returned to her body. The dog-tail grass grew up overnight and transformed into a pink rose with a faint fragrance floating, informed and charming.

This love was fully supported by both parents, especially Mrs. Qin, who seemed to be the future daughter-in-law. She specially prepared a separate guest room for her at the Qin family, pasted a milky white lilac butterfly wallpaper, placed a princess bed and a rococo style dressing mirror, and invited her to stay there every few days.

When Mrs. Qin showed everyone the room specially arranged for her for the first time, Qin Mo leaned against the door and rubbed his forehead, and sincerely suggested to his mother: "Why don't you lay another layer of red rose petals on the floor?"

But she had already rushed over and pounced on the bed, her eyes shining with joy: "I like this room." She also liked Qin Mo's little movement of rubbing his forehead, and asked him to sit next to her, "Come and try it, this mattress is soft."

Although he was unhappy with the taste of the room, she greeted him, and he still cooperated to sit over and discuss with her: "Lolo, can our room not be arranged in this style in the future?"

Maybe he was just a heartless word, but this heartless word actually contained her long-lasting dream. She was looking forward to the future, her cheeks flushed, and she was stuck in the bed and she was unwilling to get up.

There is always someone who is busy and free. Most of the time, Qin Mo is busy and she is relatively idle. At this time, she learns cooking skills with Mrs. Qin and makes yam, rib soup or milk-flavored tofu soup that Qin Mo likes to drink. Mrs. Qin teaches her that the most important thing in making soup is to put sincerity in it, thinking that the soup will taste good, and the soup will really taste good. She follows Mrs. Qin and remembers to put sincerity in the soup every time, which leads to the addition of salt and MSG. Qin Mo laughed at her and said that for her, sincerity and salt cannot be both like fish and bear's paws. She asked her to make soup more salt and less sincerity every time she cooks him.

Qin Mo was five years older than her, and he took care of her almost all the time, but when he got closer, he realized that he was also childish, which she didn't expect. For example, when he was busy, he would forget to take care of his stomach and insist that she bring food to him and urge him strictly. Every time this time, she felt that she was indispensable to him. She secretly hoped that he would be more willful, so that she would become more and more indispensable to him.

Her professional courses occasionally provide some time-consuming sculpture homework. Mrs. Qin opened a sculpture workshop for her on the second floor of her home, so she was basically delayed at Qin Mo's home when doing this kind of homework. When she was doing sculpture homework in the workshop, Qin Mo would also move her work to the workshop to complete it. Mrs. Qin was getting better and she liked the excitement. Without their company, she invited her friends nearby to chat and play mahjong. When Mrs. Qin played mahjong, she liked to listen to some gentle and old songs. The melodious music floated through the stairs into the workshop, like a lively child poking his head at the door.

The night was particularly sunny, almost ten o'clock, and there was still a full moon like a silver basin in the sky. The card game in the living room was about to end, but you could still hear the music from the workshop. She was very familiar with the tune of the song, which was Matthew Lianen's "Bresenon", and she knew it was Qin Mo's favorite song.

She was a little sleepy, with her eyelids fighting, but today the original job was to at least complete the large-scale look. She turned to see Qin Mo and saw him sitting behind the computer desk wearing glasses, concentrating on computer composition. The light from the computer screen reflected on his face, making his face contour more distinct and classical and handsome. She remembered the famous wish of Zhang Ailing and Hu Lan after her wedding letter - the years were quiet and peaceful. They got along like this, and they were in the same world and doing different things. This was her favorite part of the time, which really made her feel that the years were quiet and the world was stable.

Qin Mo noticed her gaze, raised her head from work, took off her glasses, and asked her to come to him. She walked over obediently, sat next to him, folded her hands and placed them on the computer desk, looking obedient. Another song in the living room downstairs changed. He raised his hand to wipe off a small mud dot that splashed on her forehead when he was making a big look. There was a scent of jokes in his words: "If you are sleepy, go to bed. I keep watching me, I can't relieve my fatigue."

She boasted of being brave and had become much thicker recently. If she had such a degree, she could no longer be shy. She curled her lips and said, "I just felt a little sleepy just now. You can play with me for a while. When I feel sleepy, I will collect it." "It" refers to her sculpture homework.

Qin Mo thought for a while, put the wireless mouse aside, got up and walked towards the light switch seat next to the door, and asked her, "Do you want to dance?"

But this was not a question for her opinion. Before she could answer, she had already turned off the fluorescent light above her head with a bang. The sixty or seventy square meters of space fell into the darkness in an instant. With another bang, a floor lamp by the floor-to-ceiling window was turned on, and circles of dim and soft warm light were fainted, like a glowing orange, filling the entire workshop inch by inch.

He was wearing a black shirt, beige trousers, and stood in front of the window with a long body. He didn't say a word, but just stretched out a hand to her, with the smile she loved at the corner of his mouth.

She was like being bewitched by a demon, walked into his arms in a good way, and let him hold her waist, lowered her voice in her ear and asked, "Walz?"

She whispered: "Well, waltz."

The "Noise" from the Mysterious Garden is played at this moment. The female humming is vast and far away, and it is in harmony with the silver moonlight outside the window. They are walking on the joyful steps, like walking in a fairyland.

Qin Mo reminded her: "If you step harder, you will gradually become energetic."

She was too lazy to care about so much, leaning on him softly, wishing that both feet would be stepped on his instep so that she could not spend any effort and would be taken away by him.

His fingers slashed over the hair on her head and asked her, "Who taught you to be so lazy?"

She didn't care where the orthodox waltz should put her hands and feet, so she simply hugged his back with both hands, buried her whole head in his chest, muttering: "I'm so lazy myself, I'm so lazy if you don't like it."

He patted her on the top of her head: "No one said he didn't like it. Hey, hey, I stepped on my shoelaces."

She left him a little, stopped to make him lean over to tie his shoelaces, but saw him standing still. There was still a melodious and ethereal female voice in her ears. She turned her head and thought for a while, and suddenly said, "Stingy, do you want me to tie it for you?" She was about to squat down as she said that, but was blocked by him. He smiled in his eyes, held her cheek with his right hand, and leaned over her lips.

Outside the window, there is a yellow orchid tree that is embracing two people. It is the season when the trees are full of flowers. The quiet fragrance of flowers slides into the slightly blooming floor-to-ceiling window, like thick ink wading through rice paper, leaching them with a midsummer smell.

She was kissed by him for a while before letting go, and her face turned red: "I just stepped on your shoelaces, you just took advantage of me." When she looked at the slippers on his feet, she said, "Where are your shoelaces...?"

He leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, and behind him was the dark night and the dark sea. Everything in nature was awake without any sleepiness in the world. He still had a smile in his eyes, but the expression on his face was serious, as if he regretted her with great sincerity: "I just wanted to take advantage of you and talk nonsense. Luo Luo, why were you fooled?"

Seeing her angry face rosy, she leaned over and hugged her, and kissed her again, pressed her forehead against her, and held back her smile: "Do you feel more energetic now?"

She blushed and accused him fearlessly: "You don't want me to do this because you want me to do it. Do you just want to kiss me?"

His expression was so bright and bright that it was particularly open: "Yes." He paused, but hesitated, "Lolo, don't you want it? Or... don't want it?"

She held his neck, buried her whole face in his shoulder, and whispered embarrassedly, "How could it be, I, I like it very much." He seemed to be relieved, and seemed to want to give her some encouragement. He turned his head and kissed her forehead, and whispered, "I like it very much, too."

She was so easily encouraged that she retreated from her slippers with pride, stepped on his instep barefoot, hugged his waist tightly with her hands, raised her head a little naive and tempting: "I've watched TV and dance like this," her voice echoed in front of his chest, "Let's give it a try, too." She added, "Don't think I'm heavy."

His chin was placed on top of her head, and his voice was deliberately light and he smiled softly. The ending sound was like a little hook hooking her heart: "Okay, I won't bother you today."

Qin Mo has been recuperating with his mother in China, while helping his family, and at the same time as her art teacher. He jokingly said that these three years were a big vacation. She knew his plan and he would go back to the United States next year to open an architectural design firm with his friends. When she first learned about this news, she was a little confused. Her parents were planning to immigrate to New Zealand. She wondered if she and him were going to separate at that time? She couldn't even think about it. Did he agree to this separation? Could it be the legendary breakup? She was absent-minded for a while.

Finally one day, she couldn't help but test him: "How long does it take to fly to New Zealand to the United States? Is it inconvenient for me to see you in the future?"

He was drawing a small portrait of her, but he was stunned when he heard her words: "Are you worried about this? Lolo, of course you have to go back to the United States with me."

Her heart thumped: "Why? I...my parents will be in New Zealand."

He changed his brush: "What good universities are there in New Zealand? You can come to the United States to continue studying sculpture. If you are tired of sculpting, you can apply for a major you are interested in, such as art management. Your artistic appreciation has always been good."

This is not the answer she wants to hear, she said angrily: "There is the University of Auckland in New Zealand, which is also a very good university. There are some in the United States and New Zealand."

He stopped the brush and looked at him: "But New Zealand has no me."

She was a little pleased by this sentence, but she still pursed her lips: "You can't eat it, and you can't sell it for a few dollars."

He smiled mysteriously: "I can't sell it for a lot of money, as for whether I can eat it..."

She was stunned for a moment, her face quickly turned red, trying to calm down: "I'll go downstairs and pour a glass of water."

He looked at her back as she disappeared behind the door, and smiled and picked up the pen again: "Thin-skinned."

Probably, I expected that the busy year will not have too much time to accompany her. From the sophomore year to the junior year, Qin Mo would take her out as soon as he had time. It was a real way out, not just out. He took her to the grassland to see the stars, the desert to train, and the Gobi to see the poplar forest. The most recent time was to drive thousands of kilometers to a certain unmanned land to take pictures of wild swans. He did his best to let her see the most beautiful part of the world he had observed.

Mrs. Qin talked to her: "Since Stephen was seven years old, we no longer interfered with his major decisions about the future. The precocious wisdom he showed made my father and I feel that he might know more about what he wants than us. We just provide the help he needs as much as possible. Stephen likes to study and often skips grades, which sometimes makes us feel bored, but fortunately, in addition to these, he also has a very wide interest and does not look like a nerd." She smiled: "Stephen likes a planned life and loves various adventures that appear out of thin air in life. Sometimes these adventures disrupt all the life plans he made, and he will not feel irritated, but enjoys it very much. This is what I like most about him."

The more Qin Mo she saw, the more she heard from others, the more she liked him. Such a person is now hers, and when she thinks of this, she is excited and proud, full of warmth. She has a kind of optimism and simplicity that a little girl has reserved at first, but gradually forgets to restrain herself, and naturally shows these qualities, acts coquettishly in front of him, and plays tricks that can be seen through with a glance. "Love" stimulates all her innocence and reveals it in front of him.
To be continued...