Although the huge Hua Theater playground is cold, there is still no lack of laughter and tapping for walking and exercise.

There is no moon tonight, the sky is dark, the thick clouds cover the starry sky, and the soft moonlight is also covered.

The light in the playground is unevenly scattered, and only street lights are there in the four corners and between the two sides of the playground.

The bright place is very bright, the dark place is very dark.

Xu Yan was walking on the 400-meter track, and he was following a beautiful girl.

The girl was his nightmare, and on the night they first met, he regretted meeting each other very much.

But when justice did not come to you, the nightmare gradually turned into a beautiful dream.

Later, he began to think that girls were really precious, so precious that he wanted to spend his whole life to like and care for them.

She is like her shadow. She laughs when she laughs, and she cries when she crys.

I want to give her the good things, I want to give her all the things she lost, what she wants, what she thinks is useful, and even if I don’t have them, I will try my best to fight for them.

Gradually, I began to live for her.

But, what is this?

Han Yumian was walking on the bright red straight track, and a handsome boy was following her.

The boy was her nightmare. On the night they first met, she regretted going to the beach to relax.

However, when the boy turned around and smiled and said that this was a misunderstanding; when the rope that bound him was untied; when she sat back in the driver's seat and controlled the car, she was really glad that she had escaped from the devil's palm.

Later, the boy appeared inexplicably at his alma mater; at the entrance of the farmhouse in Nanshan Bay; at the Magic City Airport; at the Hongxiu arena, which attracted thousands of people.

Gradually, she didn't know when she fell into the devil's palm again. She wanted to escape, but the little girl behind the heart always cried and said she couldn't bear it.

When the once coolness becomes a decoration, the little daughter who is hidden in the deepest and unwilling to show herself to others becomes the most realistic and shy image she is to show when facing the devil.

How could this happen? She obviously wanted to stay away from this demon who kidnapped her.

But the facts tell me that this is really not the case!

When I know that the devil is coming, I am always angry that the journey to the airport is too short; when the devil is leaving, I always hope that the farther the journey to the airport, the better.

I don’t like drinking lemon tea, I don’t like detours, I don’t like asking others to give me tickets, and I don’t like others to break into my life...

But, but why do you always come and go freely in my world, but I have no choice but to do it, and I hope you don’t leave?

Yes, the little girl behind my heart told me that I don’t want to see you leave, I don’t want to see you with Ying Jiuge; I don’t want you to write songs for other women; I don’t want others to pick you up at the airport.

I want to be your friend; the opening of a husband-and-wife account made me feel secretly happy; the beer is not sweet, but the lemon tea you gave is very sweet; I want to tie a ponytail, I like you to make me blush, I like you to call me Mianmian; I want to give you votes to let you watch my competition; I want you to pay back my money because I have to know your thoughts; I am a girl like Mulan, I want you to write songs for me; I want to sing the songs you wrote for me in my life; I want to promise to marry you, but, please don’t ask me if I’m jokingly?

I have changed in front of you, and I am no longer the Han Yumian used to be.

I have clearly given me hints about liking you, but why are you always indifferent?

No, you are not indifferent, you are caring for me, caring for me, protecting my life and my dreams well.

But, what is this?

...

It was late at night, and the movement on the playground became less and less, and it began to be quiet and quiet.

The cold pine around him stood silently, with a thick shadow, and looked heavy, like a human mind, and seemed to be unable to pass through it.

Looking up at the sparse sycamore treetops, it has no leaves, empty branches, no words, and a cold look.

The contrast between the two is extremely obvious, which is simply a portrayal of Xu Yan and Han Yumian.

They are as worried as cold as pine in their hearts, but they are as taciturn as sycamore on the surface.

The two walked around and around, like strangers, and they kept saying nothing.

If you keep walking along the circular track, there will never be an end. They stand on two parallel tracks separately, and there will never be any intersection.

But I don’t know what happened, the two people’s shoulders would touch each other from time to time, just like a dragonfly sifting through the water, only in an instant.

This seemed to be an unconscious touch, but it was like a reminder of myself in my heart.

Xu Yan couldn't figure out how long he had been away, but he only knew that he was under the light and was submerged in the darkness.

Now he came between two street lights, and he couldn't see the beautiful person beside him.

Darkness is not necessarily more likely to be criticized than light. At least, Xu Yan dares to see Han Yumian in his night veil.

This time he was secretly watching again, but as he looked at him, he was stunned when he came to the place where the lights were shining.

Because Han Yumian was wiping her face with the back of her hand, tears were covered with her cheeks.

Xu Yan didn't know why she started crying as she walked. He was a little at a loss and his footsteps were also stationed in place.

"You, why are you crying?"

Han Yumian's eyes were filled with tears, and the pear blossoms were covered with rain. She stared at the man in front of her whom she could not live without, with resentment and grievance in her eyes.

When she cried, Xu Yan's heart was broken.

He didn't know where the courage came from, so he reached out to help her wipe her tears. As soon as he touched the delicate skin and warm tears, his heartache and love became stronger and stronger.

Han Yumian kept motionless and let him wipe his tears. When she saw the other party's panic and anxious, she felt so aggrieved and sad that she could no longer hold it back, and more tears burst out from her eyes.

She choked and said, "You, who are you? Why do you treat me like this? No one has ever treated me so well!"

When Xu Yan heard this, he felt that the other party knew something, so he held her face with both hands and said pity: "I, I don't know either. I want to cry if you cry. I am afraid you will be sad. I, I can't bear to cry!"

"You pay me back..." Han Yumian cried.

Xu Yan would not be stupid again this time. He quickly took out his mobile phone and transferred 131,400. As soon as this number appeared, Han Yumian's crying became even more fierce.

Seeing this, Xu Yan didn't even lose her password, so he hugged her tightly in his arms.

He was not afraid of hurting the other person. If possible, he would rather integrate her into his body.

Han Yumian leaned on Xu Yan's shoulder, his arms drooped, and his delicate body trembled. She had been eager for this hug for too long.

"I have hinted to you many times, I have hinted, really hinted..."

She seemed to be blaming herself, but Xu Yan felt that she was incompetent.

"I'm sorry, I don't have the courage, I'm afraid of failure, I just talk!"

Han Yumian was sobbing, Xu Yan hugged him tighter and tighter, constantly explaining and comforting him.

The sky is still so heavy, the wind stops, people disperse, and snow falls.

The first snow in 2021 came in October. It fell so early and it was so coincidental.

Pure flowers are sprinkling, unable to be found in the dark, but fall one by one under the light.

Xu Yan leaned his lips against Han Yumian's ears, and the tip of his nose was the intoxicating fragrance of his beloved girl. When he saw the snowflakes falling in front of him, he couldn't help but whisper:

"Mianmian, it's snowing."

Han Yumian likes snow, but at this moment he doesn't want to welcome the gift of nature.

She was addicted to the arms of her beloved boy. The heat coming from her chest made her face look tempting blushing. Listening to the sound of her heart that was beating quickly, her heart was pounding.

Xu Yan couldn't bear to let go of the softness in his arms, and Han Yumian was also unwilling to leave the warmth.

The snowflakes are not stopping, and the heads are gradually white.

Xu Yan remembered a poem and chuckled, "Mianmian, let's stand here all the time! When our heads are covered with snow, will we just end up white together?"

Han Yumian shook his head and said softly: "Not count!"

"Why not count?"

"It just doesn't count!"
Chapter completed!