first love

In front of Wen Lan, there was an album and notes spread out, and he was reading it very seriously, while at the same time his fingers were flying.There are not many people on the library floor, so he is very comfortable on the small sofa in the corner.

Xie Nanqun wasn't by his side tonight, and Wen Lan didn't feel lonely. He even turned off his phone and put it in his bag.He raised his hand and flipped through the picture book, picked up a pen and drew on the book, and then smoothed out the lines that were accidentally messed up.He loves the pattern, it's not difficult to make, and with the dark gray thread, the end result should be beautiful.

During the break, he took a sip of water and looked around at the people who were concentrating on their studies, he couldn't help but feel a little inexplicably guilty.

When he returned to the dormitory, Wen Lan had already hidden the things without showing any trace.Xie Nanqun, who was playing the game, unexpectedly didn't look over, and said "I'm back" as usual, but stared at the screen and pursed his lips tightly.Wen Lan couldn't tell if the other party was angry. To be honest, he just refused the request to go to the library together, so it shouldn't be so, right?

On the other side, Xie Nanqun felt a little uncomfortable when he heard the voice from behind - Xiao Lanzi went to the bathroom by himself without explaining a word.He had wandered around the library tonight, hesitated for a long time, and went up to the third floor, but in order not to be discovered, he stayed near the door and could hardly see Wen Lan.

From his point of view, he only knew that Wen Lan was doing something very seriously, and it was very secretive, so secret that he wanted to trick him with lame reasons and come to the library by himself.

The balcony door was not closed tightly, and the sound of water rushing from the direction of the bathroom seemed to be ringing in my ears.Xie Nanqun took a deep breath, put on the earphones, and turned up the volume again.

The request to form a team from a stranger jumped on the screen, and he was about to agree when he suddenly heard an exclamation and the muffled sound of something hitting the ground.He didn't care to think about why he blocked the other people who could only hear the movement from the bathroom, put down his earphones nervously, got up, walked over and knocked on the door: "What's the matter?"

"Brother Qun, I, my pants fell on the floor, help me find a new one from the cabinet..." Wen Lan opened the door, his tone full of embarrassment and embarrassment.

Xie Nanqun understood instantly, and after a while, he came back with another pair of pajama pants, and stuffed them into his hands uncomfortably: "Be careful."

Wen Lan closed the door, and there was a faint answer: "Thank you..."

When Xie Nanqun sat back in front of the computer, he found that he had been blocked, and closed the game without paying much attention.He squinted his eyes, but the Wen Lan-related voices that had been disturbing his thoughts stopped. When he turned his head, he saw a fluffy figure swaying in. Although the pajamas were not the same, they were still very cute.

There was still a towel on Wen Lan's head, and a few strands of black hair leaked from underneath, looking wet.Drops of water dripped from the tips of her hair to the tip of Xie Nanqun's heart, it was so cool that it couldn't help shivering.

Xie Nanqun came back to his senses, lowered his head and pretended to be looking at his phone, pretending to be still angry.

Rubbing her hair hastily, Wen Lan's face still seemed to be hot and flushed, and she looked soft and quiet.He was a little tired from raising his hands all the time, but he remembered what Xie Nanqun said, and he still insisted on slowly drying his hair with the method taught by the other party, trying not to use the hair dryer as much as possible.

"Brother Qun, is there still hot water in the pot?" He felt that the atmosphere in the dormitory was not right, so he asked deliberately.

Xie Nanqun seemed to move the chair, and after the creak, he replied in a deep voice: "I'm going to cook a pot now." After speaking, he walked to the balcony.

Wen Lan lowered his eyes.

……

The weather is getting colder day by day, Christmas is coming with great momentum, and the cries of selling Ping An fruit are heard in the school again.Wen Lan took the mobile phone to pay, and the little elk hanging on it swayed: "...Thank you." He bought two boxes, wrote the greeting card himself, and asked the junior sister wearing the red hat to put it in the gift box and tie it into a gift box. on the ribbon.

"Brother, Happy Holidays!" The junior sister shouted lively.

Wen Lan held the Ping An Guo in his hand, but didn't put the backpack, because there were already other things in it.He walked carefully through the crossroads outside the school gate. Xie Nanqun should have arrived at the store, and he just sent a message to let him go directly from the library.

Although the other party had been sulking before, and Wen Lan didn't intend to explain for the time being, but when Christmas came, the two still reserved a table at the previous restaurant and had a good meal in the evening.

Today, Christmas decorations are everywhere on the street, red and golden, and even the waiters standing outside the store to attract customers are wearing deer-horn hairpins.Relying on his unreliable memory, Wen Lan walked into the alley next to him, took a turn, and took a shortcut to his destination.

Xie Nanqun still chose a seat by the window, and the dishes he ordered were similar to last year, but the big plate chicken was more spicy, not the previous version that asked people to put less chili. "Drink tea and warm your body." Seeing Wen Lan walking over panting, he poured a cup of tea with a calm face and pushed it in front of her.

"Thank you, brother."

The meal was a bit dull, Wen Lan wanted to speak many times, but seemed to be worried about something, and kept hanging his head.Xie Nanqun was still angry at first, and couldn't help but think wildly while sitting alone, but this meeting suddenly burst the depressed balloon, and deflated with a "huh": "Would you like to add candied sweet potatoes?"

"No need." Wen Lan shook his head, "I bought Ping An Guo, let's go back and open one to eat."

Xie Nanqun responded, and picked up the gift that was placed on the chair next to him: "Here is a new power bank for you. It has a large capacity and is light, so don't use the old one."

Wen Lan blinked and took it in surprise.After a while, he finally calmed down and took out the Christmas gift he had prepared in the backpack early in the morning: "I don't know if you like it or not... Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't wear it, I don't make it look good."

Hearing this, Xie Nanqun was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the box handed over by the other party.When I opened it, it turned out to be a dark gray scarf and hat. The patterns were not complicated, and it could be seen that they were hand-woven. "So you went to the library just to do this?" He suddenly realized, and then he couldn't laugh or cry.

"Ah."

In fact, Xie Nanqun didn't lack these, but it was from Wen Lan's hands, and it was the first time he got it today.He put it on happily. The scarf and hat matched the clothes he was wearing today without looking strange.He knew that he was naive, for example, he was inexplicably angry before, for example, he was easily coaxed now.

"Thank you." Xie Nanqun smiled.

Wen Lan also curled his mouth, although it seemed that only girls could knit scarves, but after a night of insomnia, he still chose this as a gift, which was not only a return gift from earlier, but also a small temptation.But the other party seemed to like it very much, and he kept wearing it and didn't take it off, so he could only persuade: "Brother Qun, let's eat first."

"...Okay, you too."

The melody of jingle bells sounded in the store, and the smell of gingerbread wafted from the back kitchen. It was easy to remind people of this time last year, and they looked forward to what would happen next year or the year after or even more distant days.