Some people say that when a boy likes someone, he will especially hate contacting other boys with girls.

Xiaoxiao has been keeping this pen since she took it, and the pen holder has not been heated up. How could she know that there was a small strip hidden inside? In the middle of the night, in the dark night, the night spread endlessly. The fifteen-year-old girl couldn't fall asleep. She lifted the quilt and walked barefoot on the ground. The cold air from the floor squirted on the soles of her feet. Xiaoxiao couldn't help but shivered.

When I walked to the window, one or two households on the opposite side were lit up in the window. The insomnia night was silent. The occasional sound of cars passing by on the road sometimes rushed to Xiaoxiao's ears. Under the moonlight, there were still traces of ink on the girl's face, and the draft paper was shattered by the night wind, and several pieces were chaoticly written on Li Zhi's name. After placing it, it could not eliminate the girl's inner irritation.

This name always brings a faint sadness to herself. She knew that the boy would never give up on himself, but could not promise anything. The memory slowly drifted away, and his vision gradually blurred. During that time, the family's business was very bad, almost bankrupt, and he was busy with his sister's wedding. The sky was like torn curtains, hitting the ground densely. After school, the school was noisy, with the sound of whistles and the noise mixed together. After a while, the campus was very quiet. Pedestrians passed by themselves with colorful umbrellas, and the raindrops slowly slid down from the umbrella. Xiaoxiao sat at the door of the communication room. It was a little dark, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier. The wind wrapped the raindrops and hit her face from time to time. The atmosphere at home has been bad recently, and no one will remember that there was a child waiting in the rain.

Until the other end of the street, the figure of the boy riding a car quickly passed by, and the water was built layer by layer, rippling in Xiaoxiao's heart. Xiaoxiao's tears burst out, her voice was choked, and she kept repeating intermittently, "Mom and Dad... don't... don't... I'm going to throw me~ ~ wuwu~ at school..."

The boy was soaked all over, and he took an umbrella from somewhere and held it on the girl's head. "Don't cry anymore, it's okay, uncles and aunts are too busy. When the eighth uncle picks him up, you don't know where to play and don't stay at home. Uncles and aunts may think you are playing at my house!"

The two children snuggled up to each other in an umbrella, hiding under an umbrella, and the bicycle slowly drippled through the puddle, and ripples appeared in the girl's heart.

That day, Li Zhi took leave to learn piano at home. When it was time to go, he waited in front of the window for a familiar car. After waiting for a few hours, he could not see Xiaoxiao. The Li family and the Nie family had some holidays, so Li Zhi could only sneak out of the monk and braved the wind and rain, riding his car to the school. He was relieved when he saw Xiaoxiao...

We have gone through the ups and downs together, and through the blooming and falling of flowers. Now, we no longer know how to speak or keep.

~I'm a dividing line~

The boy on the sand was still tossing and turning, and the lights of thousands of tents were late at night, and the long night was full! "Nie Xiaoxiao, don't think about it."
Chapter completed!