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“Jinglebells, jinglebells Jinglealltheway…”

A Christmas tree was placed in front of the convenience store of No. 6 Middle School. Christmas songs were displayed in the store. There were colorful lights on the Christmas tree and Santa Claus's socks. Li Fangqun disagreed: "What kind of foreign festivals are Chinese? What kind of fancy words are there? For our generation, is this called admiring foreign countries and fascinating foreigners?"

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

Li Fangqun also smiled: "However, maybe it's really your teachers who are old-fashioned. I'm old and don't understand you young people. Your English teachers are young and trendy, so they should really like such festivals."

The English teacher who was occupied said she was very unfair.

During the first evening study session, Chen Feifei looked at Bei Yao's drawer in amazement: "My God, Yaoyao, how many greeting cards have you collected!"

She was very loud, and many classmates in her class came over and covered her mouth and laughed.

Bei Yao said awkwardly: "Feifei, please keep your voice down."

There are too many Christmas cards, which are thickly piled up to ten books. From the first year of high school to the third year of high school, from boys to girls in this class. Everyone likes Bei Yao so that on such a festival where greeting cards can be delivered openly, Bei Yao’s desk is stuffed.

Some greeting cards are exquisitely made, and they are said to cost about ten yuan each. They can play music even if they are separated, while others are three-dimensional.

Wu Mo looked at her slantedly and put the three greeting cards she received into the book, feeling uncomfortable. Her three were like a drop in the bucket compared to other people's.

Chen Feifei was both amazed and envious: "I would have received so many greeting cards."

Bei Yao buried her head in writing the gift back.

Reciprocity is the fundamental reason, and it is impossible to accept other people's greeting cards without any indication. Last time after buying clothes for Bei Jun, all her pocket money was spent on the greeting cards. The purchases were not expensive, and they were all made for one dollar each. Bei Yao wrote greeting cards to every cute girl.

Although her greeting cards are not expensive, they are all very attentive in their congratulations, and everyone's blessings are unique.

As for the boys, they must not be able to return them. If they give them away, it would be awesome. No matter who they give them away, rumors about school beauties having an early love affair on campus tomorrow will be full of rumors.

One of the greeting cards is from Fang Minjun.

Fang Minjun is in Class 8 and has good grades.

This year, without Chang Xue's halo, Fang Minjun lived a peaceful life, but instead became much happier. The young quarrels all turned into a heavy snow.

Bei Yao finished writing the greeting card in turn and left one, which she planned to write to Pei Chuan.

But the last kiss made the girl feel shy, so that this greeting card was still blank after writing everyone.

Tonight's evening self-study belongs to the English teacher. Because the English teacher has something to do at home, the head teacher Li Fangqun occupied a class and the physics teacher came to occupy another class. During the third evening self-study, the English class representative quietly announced: "The English teacher won't come tonight, everyone should have a happy Christmas!"

There was a depressing cheer in the classroom, and Class 6 was very lucky.

Qingshi also seized the opportunity to make money and specially held a Christmas themed party.

Unlike the small-scale Christmas tree in the No. 6 Middle School, Qingshi got a big pine tree from somewhere, and the stars were all attached to it, as if the stars fell into the mortal world, which was very luxurious and beautiful.

It was originally Saturday night and tomorrow's holiday, and the students either sneaked out or were on holiday openly.

Bei Yao and Chen Feifei and the others also came to Qingshi to watch the fun.

In her school uniform pocket, she was holding the greeting card without a single word.

Chen Feifei said: "Well, beloved, this tree is so valuable. Are the gifts and gift boxes hanging on it real, right?"

Bei Yao then looked up.

The colorful lights are everywhere, and large pieces of fake snowflakes are hung in the sky. The real snowflakes are flying in the sky in the light, making them beautiful into a painting.

Pei Chuan was looking at her in the painting.

Bei Yao's roommate held her hand, and the girl's vivid and cuteness made the world come alive.

Pei Chuan lit a cigarette, Jin Ziyang and the others were picking gifts from the trees.

This is something that only rich people with low hands dare to do - they will take it away three times the price after picking it.

A girl who took off her school uniform came over: "Pei Chuan."

Pei Chuan's eyes moved away from Bei Yao, and he leaned under the tree, his eyes were cold. When he approached him, he felt the coldness of a winter night.

Wu Mo said: "What a coincidence I met you here. Merry Christmas. Can you accept my greeting card?"

Pei Chuan's eyes are covered with black eyes, without any joy or anger.

Wu Mo mustered up the courage, and she spoke a little louder, saying, "I, I don't mind your rumors before, and your family background. No, it doesn't matter if you don't have money. I really thank you very much."

Pei Chuan sneered softly.

Wu Mo didn't understand his intentions. It was rumored that the school last time that Pei Chuan was not a particularly rich and rich man. His family was just an ordinary well-off family and even had a step-sister. Wu Mo Chuchu was very shocked when he heard this news, and he was a little awkward and disappointed. It turned out that he was not a rich second generation.

But she thought again in a flash that Pei Chuan must need someone to accompany her at this time. If she showed that she didn't mind the rumors, would he be very moved?

Wu Mo thought this way and happened to see Pei Chuan smoking alone in a corner where the lights cannot be shined, so he came over.

Pei Chuan said: "Like me?"

Wu Mo's face turned red all of a sudden. She knew that Pei Chuan spoke directly, but this... it also made people very embarrassed. She nodded: "I am sincere."

Pei Chuan's smile suddenly faded: "So, were you playing tricks on me last time?"

He deliberately motivated him to mind Han Zhen and revealed false information, and Bei Yao was moved by Han Zhen's intention.

Wu Mo didn't expect that a casual word would make Pei Chuan guess the key, and her face turned pale: "No, no, Bei Yao, she does like Han Zhen a little, she told me in person. Isn't today Christmas? She also received a gift from Han Zhen. I didn't lie to you."

Pei Chuan's eyes were dark: "Shut up, whoever she likes, what does it have to do with me?"

Wu Mo couldn't figure out what he meant.

However, Pei Chuan hated this woman very much. Such a despicable and cute guy is worthy of Ding Wenxiang.

"Extend your hand."

Wu Mo's heart was pounding and he reached out.

Pei Chuan's index finger flicked gently, and the ashes with sparks fell on her palms, making Wu Mo scream in shock.

"You! You..."

Pei Chuan said: "Get out, don't bother me."

Wu Mo was a little afraid of him, but he also felt that this man was different from Ding Wenxiang's pretentious writing styles, with a special temperament, and a different kind of temptation and temptation. She said with red eyes: "I am sincere."

Pei Chuan was extremely impatient: "Okay, I ate the cigarette butts, I believe you."

The fire shone and the boy's pupils were cold. Wu Mo said: "Even if you really like it, how could anyone be willing to swallow it?"

Pei Chuan said nothing, and there was no smile in his eyes.

How is it possible, how can no one be willing?

At least no matter how excessive a request is made by another person, he will do it.

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Wu Mo didn't dare to mess with him, so he ran away.

Not far away, Bei Yao pursed her lips, and she bulged her cheeks unhappily. Zheng Hang said, "This is for you, your name is Bei Yao, right?"

Bei Yao sat on the stone steps and watched Wu Mo leave Pei Chuan.

She couldn't hear what they said, but it made people feel depressed for no reason.

When she heard Zheng Hang speak, she turned her head.

Her little white face is simple and has a bit of girlish innocence and charm. Her eyes are down, and she is a twinkling star lamp that has been picked from the Christmas tree.

Bei Yao shook her head: "Thank you, I don't want this."

Chen Feifei liked the Star Lamp very much, but Bei Yao refused, and it was not for her, so she looked eager and didn't speak.

When Zheng Hang saw the eyes of his classmate Bei Yao, he was very generous: "Do you like this lamp? I'll give it to you."

Chen Feifei was very happy: "Thank you!" After all, she felt a little embarrassed after taking other people's things.

Zheng Hang said: "You're welcome, meeting is fate. Do you still have the lamp you like?"

Chen Feifei turned her head and realized that Bei Yao was missing beside her.

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Bei Yao walked around the colorful lights and lowered her hair, patting the snow on her hair. Her hands were in her pocket, and the greeting card was so hot.

Bei Yao was unhappy with the scene she just saw, and she didn't know what she was feeling.

It’s like suddenly finding that someone you don’t like very much is always close to the person you care about. It makes people feel bored but unable to vent their confusion.

She walked towards the corner and smelled a very light smoke from her nose.

She walked in, away from the noisy crowd. It was very dark here, but she could vaguely see the cold outline of the boy with her eyes raised.

Pei Chuan lowered his eyes and happened to meet her bright eyes at night.

In such a dull place, her apricot eyes were bright like stars and water grapes.

This is the first time the two of them have met each other since they kissed each other on the side.

He approached her so close, and his left hand hanging down with cigarette holder.

The highlights would be particularly obvious in the dark. His hands tightened and quietly wiped out the cigarette with his fingertips.

The two of them were speechless for a moment.
To be continued...