But for the Qing, never lovesick + extra

It is distressing and powerless.

The doctor can't change my father's death, and I can't change it, but the girl in front of me, I think I can help her, even if I just accompany her back.

Thankfully, I managed to convince her.

I touched her hand unintentionally, and held the cold fingertips in my hand. It seemed that time and space were wrong, and the tactile sense was connected to the time when my 16-year-old mother took us to the hospital.

Fortunately, the girl must have been tired and caught a cold. Before she let go, the temperature was not so frightening, and I completely regained my senses in a trance.

The first day we meet, even if we recognize a familiar face.

I don't know her name or major, but I only know that she lives on the fifth floor of the same dormitory.

Seeing this, I was really in a hurry.

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Before I met her, I didn't believe in fate, I believed in reason, but in the five years of university, we have different classes and different dormitories, and there are so many classmates in the same department, but she and I have known each other early and we have been together all the way...

If it weren't for destiny, where would all these things come from?

I believe it and appreciate it.

Jin Yan and I, along the way, from ordinary classmates to colleagues, became close sisters, sublimated into crazy lovers, in simple terms, we just met the right person at the right time.

Compared with the subsequent suffering and hardship, it is easy for Chuchu to grow into an infatuated lover...

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That night in midsummer, when that silly girl held my fingertips timidly, and asked me firmly in a bright tone, have you ever been in love?Would you like to be her girlfriend?

Her eyes were radiant, and my heart sank into them, dazed in a daze.

She lowered her head and chuckled, rubbing her fingertips playfully against my palm.

A strange feeling hits me, I want to stop, but I don't want to let go.

——I haven't tried it, but I want to try it with you.

My brain was dizzy, and I forgot my own thinking. I responded to her in a strange way, and did the first reckless thing in my life.

Fortunately, she has enough charismatic highlights, holding my heart, not allowing me to retreat, and giving me enough centripetal force to rely on her...

I have never regretted agreeing to her, let alone being tempted by her.

Even after so many ups and downs...

This is holding hands again since the first meeting, but the meaning of touching is much deeper.

Driven by the atmosphere, the fingertips linger over the palm and penetrate into the finger crevices... Gradually, it gradually becomes the ten fingers clasped tightly between you and me.

More than that, she took my hand closer and stared at me.

When I saw her approaching, my anticipation and timidity went hand in hand.

She smiled, her eyes were shining brightly, she put her free hand around the back of my neck, put her forehead against mine, and stroked it carefully.

I feel her heartbeat, through the pulsation between her forehead and fingers that touch each other.

Feel the frequency of fit.

I hugged her, content with peace of mind.

The follow-up to the first hug is very romantic and funny——

We stood by the ginkgo tree and looked at each other in a daze, and there were voices of voices coming from the path next to it.

I froze there suddenly, not daring to move.

She teased me later to her sisters, saying I was scared like a hibernating tree.

A gentle and doting male voice passed by his ears, with intervals from time to time, it seemed that he was talking with someone.

The two of us leaned together, our faces flushed by his sweet whispers.

When the male voice went away, I slowly let go of my arms.The girl in front of me squeezed my other hand and asked, "Are you regretting it? Are you afraid?"

At that moment, with the moon covered by the bright clouds, I raised my eyes to meet the haze, subconsciously rebutted her: "No."

"Really?" The girl in front of her stuck it up again, with her foreheads touching and the bridge of her nose matching.

Her tone concealed a few small cunning, and I calmed down for a moment, and rubbed her forehead to comfort her just like she did just now.

She took a step back, and the moonlight returned to her face at that moment, reflecting a moving blush.

She turned her head and walked forward holding me tightly, refusing to turn back.

I like this feeling very much. I fixed my eyes on the girl who was walking one step ahead of me, and I expected her to be too with the corner of her mouth curled up.

Thinking about it now, the walks at that time were really like a campus on the road, as long as the road she walked on, the flowers and plants she brushed, they were all elegant and refreshing; the pace with her frequency, the occasional When they look at each other, they all smell sweet.

At that time, I was really carefree, or in other words, I was young and knew nothing about worries.

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There are too many unique things in the world, for this reason, it is valuable to know each other and be close to each other.

Most of the second semester of the junior year slipped away, and one night the weekend dormitory talk was extremely lively, and it was rare for everyone to put aside their studies and training to relax freely due to the atmosphere of the weekend.The "programme" of our sleepover meeting will always have Xiaowu and Xiaoliu's bickering and comic dialogue. The sisters let the two little guys listen to their laughter and mediate at the right time.

It turned out to be like this, but after Jin Yan and I got together, an extra one was added to the normal program - to understand our progress.

The third sister is also keen on this topic.

I remember that night, after the fight between the two little guys was "suppressed", the third sister knocked on the bed abruptly, and then they talked about it in a commonplace.

I hugged the quilt and smiled helplessly. The week passed quickly, and the progress of their inquiry was almost ahead of our "refresh".

The room was silent, and I knew they were all listening, so I answered bluntly: the same.

The usual way is to go to the library and visit the campus other than group activities such as class training and eating.

Zhong Xin laughed at me as nothing new.

Maybe I've stayed in eloquence for a long time, and I still know how to start a war against the generals: Xiao Liu, who did you express your new intentions to?

Turning the subject here, I took the time to listen to their "threat" Zhong Xin.

Before ending the chat, the third sister asked me the last question: what do you like most about Xiao Qi?

I think it was because of the third sister's question that I was so impressed with this night.

I was silent for a while, trying to figure things out, and the atmosphere was solemn and quiet, as if returning to the recruitment scene in the library before, and the longer college entrance examination room...

I remember what I said at first: she's a nice person.I get on well with her.

Xiaowu insisted on me being specific.I replied: I haven't seen her thousands of appearances yet, and it's too one-sided to draw conclusions now.

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We have known each other for nearly eight years, and I can only say that I have roughly understood Jin Yan's various poses until now.

Her pride after solving a problem, her hard work in reviewing or training, her seriousness and concentration at work, her cleverness in lying on the table for a nap, her considerateness and tenderness in taking care of me on special occasions, her playfulness or shyness when we are alone, are gradually revealed as the days go by Little willful and domineering, shy when being teased by sisters, calm when facing danger...

Also, what I admire the most is her self-reliance.

Not only these positive ones, but I also saw her holding back her anger once...

At that time, the two of us hadn’t walked together. The seven of us went for a walk in the supermarket on weekend afternoons and met her younger brother who sneaked out to work part-time outside the school gate.

A quick-witted boy in overalls handing out flyers.

I heard Jin Yan said that he was as old as my younger brother, so I took a closer look.

Hard-working, quick-witted, quick-responsive, good-looking, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a bit like his sister... just because of his part-time job during the summer vacation, how much do I treat him, Jin Yan, and the family behind them Very curious and affectionate.

Although these feelings passed in a flash at that time, I never thought that my life would be closely connected with her family and relatives other than Jin Yan in the future.

We get along very well, the girl has a delicate personality, when we get along, sometimes we are partners, sometimes we are relatives, and sometimes our hearts throb...

The people around us are only known by our respective roommates, and they either accept harmoniously or remain neutral. By the end of our senior year, our campus love period has not gone through twists and turns...

The beginning of the senior year, related to our relationship, there was an episode——

The new course started, and I finally met the person who specialized in regulation for me.

He was my senior class teacher and my father's college classmate.The senior took care of me, chose me as a class representative, and reminded me several times in private in his office of the special nature of police work and the importance of personal image.

I didn't understand the deep meaning of the teacher's words, so I asked bluntly the next time.

He didn't go around in circles any more, and just said that he wanted me to separate from her.

This is exactly what he said, without specifying the "she", but I understand, looking at his stern face, I think he also knows it in his heart.

I was at his desk, thinking about it for a while with lowered eyes, not out of timidity, but out of curiosity, as my father's old friend, why did he resist so much?

I can't think of the reason, but if I think about it myself, maybe a person from a police background has a sense of mission and responsibility first, and I have expectations for the younger generation of my old friend.

I expressed my position tactfully, and promised to pay attention to public influence and not affect the work, so as to try to dispel his worries.

My teacher did not give up his plan because of my stubbornness. On the eve of graduation, he had a serious talk with me again. This time, he told me everything he knew.