[volleyball! ! ]Why Don't You Kiss Her

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The weather is cooling down little by little, and the grass in the park is blown by the dry and cold autumn wind into blue and yellow colors. People wrap themselves more and more thickly, so as to resist the bleakness and thinness of the skin that is cut open like a knife.Only the teenagers in the sports club are still carefree. After the training, the hot and tight skin exposed by rolling up their sleeves or trouser legs is like the hottest flame that dispels the cold air.Hui Yu is actually very afraid of the cold. Although half of his body is Russian blood, he must raise his head and take a breath after going out every day to see if he can successfully create a white mist. "It's so cold—" he often yelled tremblingly after sneezing, although he was sweating and hot after returning home from club training every day, and he casually put the coat he took off on shoulders.

He used the most direct senses on his skin and the simplest way to detect the accumulation of freezing factors in the air. Time and temperature flowed down without delay. Everything was in order. The anticipation in his heart was jumping up and down like a bird. Monkey, I can't wait for the heavy snow at the end of the year to come earlier, so that the girl from a foreign country can land at Tokyo's airport with the rumbling plane.

A few days later it will be Hui Yu's birthday. He pulled out an unremarkable package from among the many presents. The color of the eyes is well matched.Wrapping it round and round around his slender neck, he lowered his head and buried half of his face in the soft and thick wool, and could smell the lavender fragrance left by the fabric softener.

The unsigned package didn't even include a delicate greeting card with congratulations on it.

but--

"It's delicious. It smells like Jojo..."

He raised his head slowly, and the corner of the boy's mouth in the mirror grinned to his ears, showing a bright and silly smile to himself.

But even though the scarf was so warm, Lev Huiba happily wrapped it up to go to and from school all day long, but he still caught a cold in the end.

——There is a kind of human physique in the world that never gets sick easily but is severely bedridden when sick, and Lev Huiba has this kind of physique.In fact, it was just a small cold, but he was so careless, he didn't care about the warning when the virus just invaded his body, and he didn't feel bad until his nasal sound became stronger and his cough became more and more severe, and he even felt dizzy when he went to bed in the morning I'm going to ask for leave from the club today, but it's too late.

In fact, Huiyu Lefu didn't realize that he had a high fever that day, he just felt that his strength was mercilessly taken away by his coughing, and he was lazily sleeping on the bed after his parents went out.In a drowsy state, he heard the doorbell ring, and when he opened the door with heavy, chaotic steps, he saw Lin Qiao's ears that were gradually turning red and the corners of her mouth quietly rising——

"Oops, I'm hallucinating." He rubbed his sore eye sockets hard to restore his vision, and the hand holding the door frame became weaker and weaker. He laughed happily and felt distressed at the same time, ". .....It hasn't snowed yet, how could Qiaoqiao come back... Ah, he must be dreaming..."

His throat was so dry that he was on fire, he suddenly paused, and his eyes turned limp and crooked as soon as they were darkened.

Long and real dreams followed.

Hui Yu didn't know why she was so sure that it was a dream.

——The walls of Yinju High School are very high, and the green creepers are lush and green. The girl wearing Yinju school uniform has short furry chestnut hair, sitting on the wall and shaking her calves leisurely. The sun is warm and bright, in her hanging down. Smudge tiny circles of light across long lashes.Then Hui Yu just stood at this distance and looked at her all the time, unable to speak or move away, looking at this picture like a bystander. From summer to bleak and refreshing autumn, she has been sitting leisurely on the wall, smiling lightly with her eyelashes down.

However, the snowy winter never appeared in the background.

"Sorry, I can't wait for the snow to fall."

She finally raised her eyelashes, but he read the deep helplessness in her black eyes.

Then Hui Yu flustered for no reason, struggled for a long time and suddenly opened his eyes, the bright fluorescent lamp was hanging above his head, even though he knew it was a dream, he was still terrified for a long time.He sat up, lifted the quilt and sat gasping for breath, tugged at the collar in fear, and wiped the dripping sweat on his neck.It wasn't until he touched the fold-eared cat that was rubbing against the bed at his hand to act coquettishly, the soft fur and soft texture in the palm of his hand made him regain his sense of being in reality bit by bit.

Hui Yu scratched her hair, her head was in a mess and heavy.In fact, he still remembered that he lost consciousness in the porch, but he didn't know how he got back to the room, probably sleepwalking?Or Mom and Dad are back.

The curtains in the room were only half drawn, and the arrival of early winter made the night extraordinarily long, and the chilly air came in through the open windows, making it difficult to breathe, but... "Ah, it's still It hasn't snowed yet." Hui Yu closed the curtains disappointedly, and glanced at the calendar on the table, half a month had passed since his birthday.

"Sure enough...it's just a dream..."

Hui Yu muttered a few words with a strong nasal voice, and rubbed her grumbling belly, even though she had a poor appetite, she still couldn't abuse her stomach.

Stepping on slippers and going downstairs, I couldn't smell anything through my stuffed nose, and only heard the sound of chopping vegetables and gurgling water in the kitchen.

"Mom, are you cooking porridge?" Hui Yu rubbed her messy silver hair and walked towards the kitchen. "Well, I want to eat pickled radish with porridge..."

The moment the person in the apron turned around, Lev Huiba froze in place in bewilderment.

——In the kitchen, it’s not my mother’s flustered appearance. It’s not my mother’s hand with a wedding ring holding a spoon and patiently stirring the stewed soup by the boiler. The fruit plate is not neatly stacked. Apples and honeydew melons...not the silver-gray curly hair that my mother never wants to tie up, let alone her emerald green pupils.

"You... are back..."

"Well... I'm back."

"It hasn't... snowed..."

"I'm sorry Lev, I can't wait for the snow to fall."

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, her dark pupils were covered by her long eyelashes, and trembled restlessly.

"I'm probably an idiot myself...that's why I miss another idiot so much."

Huiyu Lefu walked forward with his lips pursed, bent down, and hugged Lin Qiao tightly in his arms.

Lin Qiao herself didn't know whether her sudden appearance was a surprise or not—she just thought that she had earned enough air tickets, the school was on holiday again, and the orchestra's performance was over, so there was no reason not to come back.

It's just that all the courage she had accumulated was exhausted in an instant when she stood at the door of Huiba Lefu's house. She put her finger on the doorbell but couldn't take it off for a long time. Finally, she hesitated for a long time before she gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and pressed it quickly. As soon as the sound of dong ding dong sounded, she hid her hands behind her back neatly, lowered her head anxiously, and her guilty eyes scanned back and forth the folds of the white trousers above the dark red snow boots.

The few seconds when no one answered the door were extremely long, and she tried her best to find reasonable and unpretentious words in her mind, so that her seemingly impatient return to China seemed logical.

Lin Qiao took off the red scarf and gloves and held them in his hands.Japan is much warmer than Siberia, which is freezing cold.She raised her hand to touch her face, and the hot temperature frightened her to flick her fingertips quickly, as if accidentally touching a boiling kettle.

When the door was opened, those green eyes looked over without hindrance, and Lin Qiao's thoughts instantly turned into a dusty paste, unable to pick out any beautiful words from it.

When she finally thought of what to say, Huiba Lev talked to himself for a while, his face turned pale before he could fully unfold a smile, and he lost the strength to stand up after shaking.

She took a big step forward with quick eyes and hands, and caught his suddenly limp body. His soft silver hair slumped against her side face, and his heavy, hot breath fell on the crest of her neck.

——This idiot, doesn't he even know that he has a fever? !

Lin Qiao hugged Lev Huiba very hard, trying to stand up straight, supporting his collapsed and powerless body.

All the explanations stuck in the throat, only a few simple and down-to-earth words remained in the end.

——"Stupid, I'm back."