The Goddess and the Ugly Duckling

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There are four people in Xiaoya's dormitory, only Xiaoya is from Nancheng.Xiaoya once invited her classmates to come to her house for dinner, and Xiaoya's mother even gave her a hand, and no girl seemed to be bent.

If Xiaoya knew what her mother was thinking, she would definitely be speechless.

How could her mother have les radar.

Xiaoya's mother thought that Xiaoya was going out with her roommates, so she was very supportive, "Young people should look around, where are you going? Do you have enough money?"

Xiaoya stopped her mother: "I'm going out with my classmates. She is driving a self-driving tour, and we will go to Lin'an. Her family has a small villa in the suburbs of Lin'an, so you don't need to bring too much money."

"Since you are riding in someone else's car or living in someone else's house, you must be polite." Xiaoya's mother thought that a few people would go together in the dormitory, so she didn't think much of it. She just taught Xiaoya: "When you pay for meals and buy tickets, you should take the initiative." Making friends and falling in love are both, you must know how to give, and suffering is a blessing."

Xiaoya originally wanted to refuse, but when she heard her mother say "falling in love", she silently took the money.

As soon as the winter vacation started, Xiaoya and Lu Xiaobei went out to hang out.

Lin'an is beautiful, with sparkling lakes and snow on broken bridges.

Xiaoya also sent postcards to her film friends along the way, telling about her journey and her lover.

Once, Lu Xiaobei saw a video she wrote and asked her: "Are you throwing dog food to strangers like this?"

Xiaoya snatched the postcard from Lu Xiaobei's hand, and said, "Don't peek at my privacy, okay? My film friend told me that I really like the pictures I wrote for her. All the words are very true."

Lu Xiaobei said the truth: "Your name is nothing. When you are unhappy, you will show negative energy; when you are happy, you will show love."

Xiaoya: "..."

Xiaoya: "We can't communicate mentally."

Lu Xiaobei wrapped his arms around her waist and asked, "Then where can we communicate?"

The two were very close, and Lu Xiaobei's voice was full of magnetism. Although the two of them were about the same height, Xiaoya felt that she was completely surrounded by Lu Xiaobei's aura.

She blushed, put her hands on Lu Xiaobei's waist, unable to speak.

Lu Xiaobei gently kissed her forehead, and as soon as his lips left, he asked her again: "What do you think?" Her warm breath still remained on Xiaoya's skin.

Lu Xiaobei kissed the tip of her nose, and his lips continued to slide down until they covered the cherry lips.Lu Xiaobei inserted his hand into her hair, closed his eyes, and Xiaoya only saw her beautiful side face.

Xiaoya just felt that her heartbeat was about to stop, and her lips and whole body were numb.

She didn't know whether she should push her away or hug her, she just felt powerless all over her body.

In Lin'an, Xiaoya and Lu Xiaobei watched the fireworks display by the lake.

In an old house passed down to Lu Xiaobei by Lu Xiaobei's grandmother, they tried the ultimate happiness and ignited the fireworks in their hearts.

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Chapter 45

The first time I saw Yu Xiaoya was on the bus to the winter camp, her eyes were red, and she was crying on the back of the chair in front of her.

Her parents are a pair of very ordinary middle-aged men and women, the father looks gentler, but the mother is a bit serious.

Yu Xiaoya, I didn’t know her name at the time. The first thing I noticed about her was that she patted her face with her hands to make her look more natural, and then waved goodbye to her parents, with the corners of her mouth mechanically pulled upwards. pull.

It was a somewhat stiff smirk.

But I don't think she is stupid at all, because I used to be like this. In order not to worry my mother in the village, I would adjust my expression every day before returning home.

A friend once said, I am a very warm person, and my life like this probably only exists in fairy tales.Waking up every day is greeted by sweets and flowers; going to bed every day is accompanied by the moon and stars.

There are no twists and turns, no haze.

But the reason why fairy tales are fairy tales is that they only exist in people's imagination.

At least, my life is not a fairy tale.When I saw Yu Xiaoya, I thought of my former self. It was a not-so-pleasant but real memory.

However, I didn't intend to have any interaction with Yu Xiaoya.

Until the teacher who led the winter camp arranged for me to be roommates with her.

I lived alone in last year's winter camp, and I thought it would be the same this year.

Although my father is not a good father in the general sense, he respects me, never takes my thoughts as a child's waywardness, and is willing to take care of my feelings.He knew that I didn't want to spend the New Year at home, so he signed up for the winter camp for me; he also knew that I didn't like sharing a room with strangers, so he contacted the school in advance to arrange a single room for me.

But this year, an accident seems to have happened.

Yu Xiaoya, my roommate.She is a girl like a stream, clear and clear, you can see to the end at a glance.

She came over cautiously, greeted me, and said, "Hi." Seeing me finish my meal and put the plate in the recycling rack, and she followed suit, I wanted to tell her, "There's no need for this." I Just got used to it.

But I didn't say it, she was just a stranger.

On the way back, she kept walking behind me, like a little girl.I didn't bully her.I let her come to my side...

When she heard me speak, her whole face lit up.

As for?

Around this time, I realized that my emotions were wrong.I think, probably because I found something similar to her, a long time ago, I also desperately wanted to be recognized by others.

After arriving at room 201, I checked the facilities in the room.This has always been my habit. No matter what you do, you must be prepared in advance, and don't look for people everywhere until something is imminent.It is not good for others or yourself.

Yu Xiaoya went to take a shower, and I received a call from Teacher Xu.She said that there was a plan to arrange a single room for me, but there are more than a dozen guest rooms in the two small buildings, which just accommodate all the students and teachers. She asked me if I could stay for one night. Teacher Qi will contact the B&B tomorrow and he will move out. .

I said, no need, Yu Xiaoya is fine, during the winter camp, the two of us can live together.

If today's roommate was someone else, I wouldn't be so easy to talk to, just because it was her.Such a sensitive girl, if I move out tomorrow, she doesn't know what she will think.

That night, after a long absence, I dreamed about the past again.

As far as I can remember, I have been in Windmill Country, a very ordinary small village.People in many villages knew each other, and there were no immigrants except my mother and me.

There is a small hill beside the village, and a museum was built on the slope, which contains many materials from World War II. This is the site of a famous battle.The museum is well-known, but there are no big cities nearby, and few people come here specifically to visit.

My mother works in a museum.

I stayed in the kindergarten in the village during the day. Many children had never seen a person with black hair and black eyes. They were surprised to see me.However, apart from the two little boys seeing me as good-looking and fighting over who would marry me in the future, and making me famous in the village, everything else was going well.

It may be that the life in the village is relatively peaceful, and my mother seldom thinks or chatters alone anymore. She smiles more, and occasionally goes out for a drink with our neighbors, or brings some Chinese cuisine, Went to a party thrown by my classmate's parents.