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

Before the end of the winter vacation, Lev Huiba returned to the team for training.

"It seems that Qiao Qiao hasn't watched my game since college... Hey, will Qiao Qiao come tomorrow?"

"Of course it will."

Lin Qiao agreed, thinking that it had been a long time since Hui Yu played volleyball.For some reason, Lev's obstinate appearance when he was just a manager when he still failed to dunk the ball clumsily but still cheerfully asked for another shot appeared in his mind.

It's been... four years since then.

When everything is slowly dusted and no longer impetuous, adolescence seems to have become a very distant word.

Lin Qiao tugged at herself a few days ago and went to cut her shoulder-length hair short again, which seemed like an illusion of another life.

The game day was packed.

It's just that Lin Qiao didn't expect that today's cheerleading squad will be crazier than when she was in high school. It consists of a large group of cute girls who are so good-looking that they are so cute. ...quite splendid.

In fact, it’s not surprising if you think about it... the boys of the national youth team, all of them are not bad in appearance, they look thin in clothes and have flesh in their clothes, and they can kill the male models walking on the runway if they are pulled over. , On the court, it is even more like a high concentration of hormones that have been overturned...Exaggeration?No no no no exaggeration - Lin Qiao shrugged, caught a glimpse of the breasts of the girl next to him, raised his hand and tightened the collar of his wide-mouth cashmere sweater, and listened to the two little girls next to him discussing the gray matter unscrupulously. On Yulev's beautiful face, a series of small sour bubbles gurgled from the bottom of his heart.

However, serious boys are really handsome.

Lin Qiao has seen many, many looks of Huiyu Lefu - he wore a white shirt and tie crookedly and badly tied in high school, and he was carelessly wearing a gray vest, flowery shorts and black flip flops when he was sleeping together at the beach Casually, he's upright in a tailored black suit on the seats at a concert, and he's clumsy at the ski resort in heavy clothes, clumsily controlling his skis like a bear and crashing headlong into a thick snowdrift .

But there is no appearance that is more dazzling than him on the court.

Dream is really an incredible term. It can’t even perceive its weight and shape, it can’t be seen or touched at all, but it has a scalding temperature and dazzling color, which moves everyone and is willing to be burned by it. Like Kuafu chasing Just as desperately as the sun, I chase after this beam of light that is hotter than the sun.

She still remembered what she said to Hui Yu, who refused to pay attention to her awkwardness, on the rooftop during her sophomore year.

——"Lev, your dream is red... that's the color of your jersey, please defend it, even if it's a gamble with dignity."

Huh?It turns out that I once said such a second-year-old thing so brazenly?

...However, Secondary Two is Secondary Two—Lin Qiao propped his chin and looked at Huiyu Lefu who was running around the court and jumping and smashing the ball, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising—don't say anything So how can he continue to go down in the second year of secondary school?

No one's growth can go through the hurdles of adolescence without any waves. What's the point of being sixteen or seventeen years old?Knocking and touching is called youth.Fortunately, the optimist Huiyu Lev has a strong heart that has been honed over time, and his body is constantly emitting positive energy, while the little milk lion who once cried in the aisle because he lost the national competition is already in full bloom He grew up to be a unique knight, equipped with armor and holding a big sword to take risks, and ran all the way on the road full of thorns.

"Lev has to keep going."

One day, Hui Yu lay on Lin Qiao's lap as a pillow, staring at Lin Qiao's deep black pupils with green eyes blinking.

"At the end...what's there?"

"Ah la la, it depends on what Lev wants...it should have everything."

"Then... is there Jojo?"

"Sorry, no."

Lin Qiao raised his hand and mercilessly drew a big cross on his chest, Hui Yu got up in panic.

"Eh?!"

"Of course not...Idiot...I've been by your side all the way."

——At that time, Lin Qiao felt that the long dream had woken up.The seasons change, the moon is full and the moon is short.Stumbled through the unsatisfactory youth, when everything was gone, and I was still by your side.

It is said that it is "all the way", but in fact, it has not been seen several times a year.

The short winter vacation couldn't bear the toss and the end came to an end in a blink of an eye, and Lin Qiao had to go back to that freezing Russia. In contrast, this winter in Tokyo is extremely warm, and the greenhouse effect is getting worse. Winter is not like winter anymore.

"Hot..." Lin Qiao came out of the gymnasium, looked weakly at the strong sunlight at his feet, and lowered his head like a wilted grass.Hui Yu Lefu bought her favorite matcha-flavored ice cream in the store, Lin Qiao happily took it, and was about to bite it down, when she saw Hui Yu, who had bought nothing empty-handed, looked down at herself pitifully. ...that tempting sweet treat in hand.

"Jojo, I want to eat ice cream too..."

"Can't!"

Lin Qiao took a bite of the soft ice and refused it neatly.

"Just one bite!"

"Not even a bite!"

In fact, Hui Yu's pitifully slumped corners of the mouth really made Lin Qiao feel unbearable to write, and he was drenched in sweat just after the game... She raised her hand to touch his soft silver-gray short hair, a little shaken .But after thinking about it, Hui Yu suffered from cavities last week because he ate too many sweets. He was crying in the dental chair which was very thin for his body, and was stimulated by the pain during the treatment. Well, that scene was so tragic that it was almost unforgettable.

"It's not fair! I gave Jojo a bite of ice cream in my freshman year of high school!"

"You... how dare you say it!" Lin Qiao kicked him on the calf, blushing, "I was photographed as a couple last time and posted it The magazine... caused me to be scolded by my mother and imprisoned for half a month..."

Huiba Lefu tried his best to flip through the memory that had been slightly blurred after a few years. The past of fifteen or sixteen years old gradually surfaced. He remembered Lin Qiao's satisfied expression after biting the matcha-flavored ice cream he handed over to him at that time. Her languid face after being locked up for more than a week reminded her of her listless wet black eyes curled up on the bedside illuminated by the orange desk lamp, and remembered that he hugged her because he lowered his head and smelled the refreshing smell of her hair. Herbaceous.

——I also remembered that my violent heartbeat could not be stopped at that time, and it almost caught up with the frequency after a lot of exercise, but it was obviously just a simple act of hugging her.

Hui Yu looked at Lin Qiao's face drowsy from the setting sun, and continued to tug at her cuffs.

"Jojo, give me a bite of ice cream!"

"..." Lin Qiao rubbed the center of his brows speechlessly, finally softened and insisted on compromising, "Then...just one bite."

"Yeah! Just one bite!"

"...only one bite!"

"Yeah! Only one bite!"

Lin Qiao raised her eyes and met Hui Yu's bright eyes full of expectation, bit her lip, and finally handed the ice cream to his mouth hesitantly.

Hui Yu grabbed her extended wrist and gently pulled her towards him. Lin Qiao was wondering what this guy was trying to do, when Hui Yu's warm and soft lips brushed against the ice cream and suddenly blocked her.He lightly pecked at the corner of her mouth, then quickly ran away with a little hot ears, scratching his short silver-gray hair and smiling at Lin Qiao.

- Foul... Foul!

Passers-by on the street cast their eyes on these two boys and girls who are too tall, and even a high school boy with a good demeanor put his schoolbag on his shoulders, whistled at them happily and laughed at Hui Yu Presumptuous and daring behavior.

Lin Qiao stared at the grinning Huiyu Lev with black lines all over his head in the scorching gaze projected from all around, wishing to poke the ice cream in his hand on his shirt.

But she puffed her cheeks for a long time but found that she couldn't get angry at all, she just kept her long eyelashes down and looked away from him.Burying his head that was trying to empty himself, he ate the ice cream that was about to melt bit by bit.Hui Yu stood quietly facing her, and didn't say much, but her eyes were firmly glued to Lin Qiao's body, and she couldn't bear to take it off. Finally, she raised her hand to wipe off the cream left on the corner of her mouth because she ate the ice cream hastily. , fingertips across her slightly hot cheeks.

Standing among the pedestrians coming and going, the two people are like two movie scenes with the pause button pressed, and the shadows at their feet are dragged by the sunset at six o'clock in the afternoon.The streets began to become congested due to the rush hour, and when the scorching sunset set, the river was dyed into a shimmering gentleness. Taking advantage of the time when the red light on the opposite side of the crosswalk was still flashing, Lin Qiao turned his head and looked at it greedily. The golden river surface under the bridge finally put aside the awkwardness, and quietly hid the cold palm into the palm that Hui Yu stretched out, and tightly clasped his warm and broad palm.

The numbers on the red light were counting down from one second to the next, Hui Yu suddenly turned his face to the side and asked a question without thinking.

"Jojo, what date is it today?"

"January ninth."

"So...how long is it until Lev's next match?"

"There are two more days."

"So...how long will it be until Jojo returns to Japan next time?"

"Five and a half months."

"So... how long is it until we graduate from college?"

"There are still two years and two months."

"So...how long will it be until Jojo wears a beautiful wedding dress to marry Lev?"

--Why?Just now...did you hear something serious?

Lin Qiao took several steps in a trance and realized that Hui Yu hadn't followed.

"Qiao Qiao think about it!" Hui Yu raised her voice towards Lin Qiao's back, pursing her lips in a serious manner, "But, you must give me an answer!"

Lin Qiao walked a few more steps in silence, and suddenly felt that the corners of his eyes were flooding.

She raised her index finger and twirled the key ring in her hand, turned her head and raised her eyelashes and smiled at Hui Yu, her delicate facial features were dyed bright by the sunset, and the white clothes were covered with amber afterglow.

"When I grow my hair out again—"

Gray feathered knight riding a white horse, please come and marry me!

Two years later the date was fixed simply and clearly.

——Lin Qiao and Hui Yu went to someone else's wedding, but no one expected that the bouquet thrown by the bride would be snatched by this tall, silver-haired, blue-eyed boy with a single leap.

Huiba Leo, who was wearing a neat suit, handed a large bouquet of delicate bouquets to Lin Qiao, and now there was only seriousness and unconcealable tension on his muscular face.

Lin Qiao blushed with teary eyes, she blinked her wet long eyelashes amid Hui Yu's increasingly serious and tense expression, and smiled without the crowd around her booing, holding up her long skirt He threw himself into Lev Huiba's arms.

"So...how long will it be until Jojo wears a beautiful wedding dress to marry Lev?"

"Now! Immediately! Immediately!"

END.

The author has something to say: so the text is over.When I asked for a character design, two painters helped me draw it, so I put the other character design in the last chapter of the text according to the copywriting.

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one,

The oranges Tsukishima Mingguang bought were very sour, Tsukishima Hotaru frowned after eating two petals, and abandoned the peeled oranges on the coffee table.

"After all, it's not the best season to eat oranges yet."

Tsukishima Hotaru held the glass and raised her head to drink a big mouthful of warm water, smelling the refreshing citrus aroma from her fingertips.

The best days to eat tangerines should be in winter—no matter how windy and snowy it is outside, you can hide in the warm kotatsu and eat the sweet flesh, and the room is full of drowsy smoke. Sweet and warm aroma, I often fell asleep like this during the New Year's Eve vigil when I was a child, but most of them would be dragged out of the kotatsu by my brother in the end and carried back to the room.

So for Tsukishima Hotaru, when is the best season?

Probably... It's also people with infinite sighs, adolescence.

two,

Hotaru Tsukishima is a freshman this year.

Now that I think about it, it's a bit unbelievable.

Too many things happened in his freshman year of high school, and all kinds of unpredictable results made him feel a little helpless——

A group of hot-blooded guys flooded into Karasuno's club, disrupting Tsukishima Hotaru's original concept of victory and defeat; one evening in early summer, there was no warning about the reconciliation with her brother, and all the words that were on her mind were brought to her mouth. Coming out is like walking past a light cat. He still remembers very clearly the light scent of jasmine in the wind that night; Cheng wins Shiratori again, he finally no longer feels that losing to anyone is a matter of course.

"Community" seems to be more than just "community".

"Volleyball" seems to be more than just "volleyball".

And "some" girl is no longer just "some" girl.

——When he saw Lin Qiao crying after the last game of Tsukishima Hotaru High School, he felt for a moment that these salty tears were like a handful of salt sprinkled on his non-existent wound, At a certain moment, I faintly felt a little bit of unwillingness in indifference.

His awkward personality made him refuse to admit it.

Shouldn't it be rejected?What a ridiculous emotion.What can I do if I am not reconciled, if I lose, I lose.Just like he has been refusing to admit that he regards Lin Qiao as a maverick in the crowd—until she sinks into his chest and becomes a seed that only takes root but does not germinate; Out of courage, she slowed down and didn't catch the train; until she was sealed up by him and brewed into the deepest and thickest secret buried in his heart.

Since when did Lin Qiao become a special person to Tsukishima Hotaru?I forgot...Emotional matters have always accumulated over time, and they always have to settle into a huge existence to make the most awkward people have to face her-but in fact Tsukishima Hotaru can only remember when she was to him. No longer special—I have to say that time is really the most powerful wind and sand, which can sharpen the memories that I thought I could remember clearly into yellow and blurred, and can soothe the restless heartbeat that was originally restless. Years later, when I dug out the confession that I was ashamed to say and just missed it like this, I wouldn't cry like in a soap opera.

He just... thinks about her occasionally, really just thinks about her.

It won't hurt.Does not itch.won't be sad.

three,

In my impression, this girl is taller than the average girl by a large margin. She has short chestnut hair that is as fluffy as a ball of tangled yarn. She has clear black eyes with slender eyelashes that are always pursed. He has a stubborn look of not wanting to tell others anything, with his lips down, and he likes to walk with his head down and his eyelashes down, watching his toes. Sometimes when he walks behind her, if he doesn't pay attention, he will be unconsciously stuck on the back of her fair neck that cannot be covered by her short hair. Keeping his gaze, he often resists himself for a while, then walks quickly in front of her, and throws a sarcasm that sounds righteous, "I said... If you can't walk fast, don't stand in front of the traffic, okay?"

Later, she appeared at the window next to the corridor of their class with her disobedient short hair and crooked collar.Later, I saw her wearing Yinju's black T-shirt during the sleepover, the manager looked half-baked but tried hard to make himself look good.Later, she leaned on his shoulder and wept quietly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a series of small holes on her ear bones, secretly thinking that it must be painful.Later, when they went to Chuyi together, she raised her head and said to him in the fluffy falling snow, Happy New Year.Later, she snatched the last piece of strawberry cake in the cake shop.Later, she grew gentle long hair, and gradually learned to raise her eyelashes to take a good look at the world instead of blindly lowering her head and lowering her eyelashes to stare at the small formal concrete floor at her feet.Later, she seemed to slowly soften the spikes all over her body. Although she still exploded as soon as she stepped on the thunder, her face was more helpless and tolerant towards his sharp teeth and sharp mouth.

And then...she left Japan.

four,

Tsukishima Hotaru occasionally wants to ask herself, and never regrets it.

——If he had leaned over and kissed her flushed face when he wrapped the scarf around her.If Hatsuchi was unreasonable before she answered the phone, he would grab her cell phone and let her listen to what he wanted to say.If he had gone out one day earlier and knocked on her door when his brother had given him two movie tickets.If you don't let go of her after she hugs herself with a smile for five seconds, so that she can hear her heartbeat that will never lie.

Fives,

"If" what would the fruit taste like - a bit sour, astringent, bitter or even sweet?It must be bad.

ah ah.Thinking too much... everything, and there is no if.

six,

"Where are you going, Firefly?"

"...to buy strawberry cake... what do you want to eat? I'll bring it for you."

"Mango mousse! Thanks!"

"Ah."

Hotaru Tsukishima suddenly wanted to eat strawberry cake. Perhaps the orange he ate just now was too sour. His parotid glands were still secreting saliva. He swallowed hard, stepped into the shoes at the entrance, walked to The cake shop he used to go to around the corner.

But what a coincidence, it's a holiday now, and the dessert shop was snatched up by the girls who were on vacation.

Tsukishima glanced at the cupboard where the strawberry cake was usually placed, "Strawberry cake...is it sold out?"

"No no! There is one last copy!"

A little girl rushed out from the workbench. The short figure hopped up and down like a rabbit, holding a delicate paper box upright and handing it over. Hotaru Tsukishima could smell the strawberries running around in the air. And creamy, sweet but not greasy.

Seven,

Mingli Guanyue, a junior high school student, first met Hotaru Tsukishima, a senior high school student, when she helped make cakes in her sister's dessert shop.

After squeezing a circle of cream, she straightened up and thumped her sore waist from arching her back for too long. When she raised her eyes, she saw a tall boy wearing glasses pocketing with one hand, biting a straw and drinking a large cup. Starbucks, staring straight at him... the freshly framed strawberry cake in his hand.

From that time on, Mingli found that there was a little wolf in her heart living around.

Eight,

Gradually, Mingli was able to learn some information about the boy from the surrounding trails.

Karasuno High School.Tsukishima Hotaru.Volleyball Club.secondary attacker.I really like eating strawberry cake.And, there is a gentle and cheerful brother.

But it's limited to that much.

Enough is enough, don't be too greedy——Mingli is very excited that she can see Yuedao who comes to buy cakes in her sister's dessert shop every day, and then she will always pick out the reddest, most beautiful and freshest strawberries to make a cake. The most delicious strawberry cake, specially packaged carefully when he came to the store, and then handed it over—"Hai! Mr. Tsukishima! This is your cake! Please take it!" She gave him a big smile, Two untidy but extremely cute canine teeth were exposed.Then he took the coin he handed over with both hands, and it fell into her little palm with a jingle, the boy's warm body temperature remained on the metal.

"...how do you know my name?"

"Ah, you wrote it when you ordered a birthday cake last time."

She told the truth without hesitation before watching him turn and leave.

When he pushed open the glass door, he rang the wind chimes hanging by the door. She thought it was the best note of this season.Jingle jingle, jingle jingle.It rang together with her fierce and vigorous heartbeat.

nine,

Even if Mingli saw this boy hugging another tall girl of the same height, he would let go of her in just a few seconds. Envious of her slender legs, she bit her lip, her canine teeth pierced the corner of her mouth and tasted the slightly fishy smell of blood, she closed her eyes and shed tears decisively.

But——she wiped away the embarrassing tears on her face with her cuff, even though she knew he couldn't see herself standing on the street corner, she still grinned in that direction and showed a big smile——I still like you!

Mr. Tsukishima!

ten,

Time goes by slowly, Guanyue Mingli has been chasing the pace of Tsukishima Hotaru just like her name—admitted to his former high school, walking the road he always walked when he went to school, and liking the volleyball he participated in , wrote his name on the confession wall of Wuye Houshan with a blushing heart.

She is like a flower that only blooms against the moonlight, thriving in front of the cold moon, eager to catch up and full of joyful feelings, she looks full but green.

When Mingli entered the school, Tsukishima Hotaru graduated, and he entered the first year of university. He didn't know that the girl was doing these things happily.

The first dorm after university was in Nagano Prefecture. When I arrived at the dorm, I found that I didn’t bring my student ID with me. I asked the team leader, and he said there was no serious problem. He thought, let’s go back and look for it again. Lost.

But when he got home, he found that little girl sitting on the steps in front of his house and fell asleep.

The wet clothes were stuck to the skin, and he was not surprised to see her flat lines that were not too undulating, and her thin and small body was like an unripe fluffy little peach.

"Wake up."

"Ah, Mr. Tsukishima! Here is your student ID card! Well, it was left in the store...I'll bring it here for you!"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome!"

"...Please, don't call me Tsukishima-san. I'm not that old..."

"Then... what should I call you?"

"...You can call me whatever you want, except Mr.... Hey!"

Hotaru Tsukishima was about to take out the key to open the door, when suddenly a weight leaned over from behind, he turned around, the little girl collapsed without a word, he caught her limp body with quick eyesight and hands, the corners of his mouth twitched like this How come I have encountered the plot of dog blood!

He reluctantly carried her on his back and hailed a taxi to the hospital.

He stuffed her into the back seat, and went in from the other side, and then saw her moving into the corner of the back seat with her head covered in sweat, "I'm soaked... just don't touch you." Listen After finishing this not-so-vigorous excuse, he felt a little inexplicable emotion welling up.

Tsukishima Hotaru took off her coat and put it on for her, and then watched her sniffing tightly by the collar like a little wolf dog, dumbfounded, trying to smile at him even when she was so ill.

"Ahhh... the smell of Mr. Tsukishima... so it's peppermint."

eleven,

Tsukishima Hotaru went to that dessert shop more and more.

It's like being bewitched by something - sometimes he can't help but ask himself if there is something amazingly addictive added to the cake before he steps in... thinking about it and deciding not to buy it today The cake is ready, but in the end, it is often cut off by the energetic "Mr. Yuedao". After finally making up his mind, he walked into the shop as if nothing had happened, and took the cake box that Mingli had prepared earlier, without any expression on his face. Put down the money, turn around and leave.

He kind of, couldn't look the guy straight in the eye.

twelve,

Guanyue Mingli was not in the store during this time.

Tsukishima Hotaru glanced down at the cake cabinet and couldn't help raising her gaze, habitually looking for the bouncing little girl.

"Mingli is currently preparing for an exam, so she can't come here often."

"..." Tsukishima Hotaru wanted to buy the cake without saying a word and leave, but she couldn't hide her guilt under the sharp teasing eyes of the shop owner's sister, so she tried her best to respond, "...Oh."

thirteen,

Addictive stuff does seem like a big deal.

—Maybe, that guy’s smile.

fourteen,

"Sister...how should I confess my love?"

"Ah! It's not easy!" Mingli's sister rolled up her sleeves excitedly, "Ask him, Mr. Tsukishima, do you have a girlfriend? If he says no, you can jump over and kiss him! Then say, 'Okay then you have it now'!"

Mingli was a little confused by the too complicated cause and effect, she nodded stupidly, and let out an oh.

She happily stirred the cream in the bowl, thinking that Mr. Tsukishima would definitely come tomorrow.

So, confess it!

fifteen,

"Mr. Tsukishima!"

"……Um?"

"Please...please...please!"

"Say."

"Excuse me! Do you have a girlfriend!"

Tsukishima paused when he handed over the change, and didn't answer right away—he watched the little girl who only reached his chest bypass the cabinet and walked to him with eyelashes drooping. The eyes that came over didn't dare to blink, they were full of tender and lively anticipation.

——He couldn't help but want to laugh.

Not a mocking laugh.

Rather... I really feel a little happy to be teased by her appearance.

"No."

"Then... ah!"

Mingli jumped up in surprise, and was about to rush over according to what her sister said, but in a hurry, she tripped over her loose shoelaces, lost her center of gravity, and fell straight to the hard marble floor.

sixteen,

Huh?Didn't... didn't fall?

Guanyue Mingli raised her head, and bumped into the light golden eyes that were looking close at hand.

He opened his mouth to speak, his face was full of indifference and indifference, but the corners of his mouth raised slightly uncontrollably, and there was a refreshing and pleasant smell of mint in his breath.

[-].

"Stupid... You should learn to grow up first."

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one,

"You refuse? Why do you refuse! I'm the only one interested in boiled water like you—"

Hotaru Tsukishima, a first-year middle school student, carried her schoolbag and leaned on her bicycle, and witnessed the whole process of Lin Qiao being surrounded at the corner of the street when she was carrying a basketball and sweaty.Tsukishima purposely stood in front of her when she walked over without looking at the road, she stumbled into this light-blond boy without paying attention, and met his sarcastic smile when she raised her eyes.

Plain water?What happened to the boiled water? !Boiled water is the best way to quench your thirst!

Lin Qiao puffed up her flushed cheeks, pushed the tall boy away with some dissatisfaction, and ran home at a faster pace. The schoolbag behind her was rattling, and the boy behind her couldn't stop laughing.

"Hey Miss Boiling Water, don't go so fast, your things have fallen—"

"...Give it to you! I don't want it anymore!"

"Ha! Come on, I can't use this kind of thing."

Lin Qiao was forced to turn around, and followed Tsukishima Hotaru's half-smile eyes to see the pink tampon lying innocently beside his feet.

Lin Qiao couldn't figure out why Yuedao couldn't break it in such a cold and direct way at that time. You must know that a girl's heart is a fragile thing!After struggling for a long time, Lin Qiao suppressed his temper, took a deep breath, walked over step by step with a heavy face, and knelt down to pick up the tampons.

She stood up suddenly, and the top of her head unceremoniously hit Tsukishima Hotaru's chin, causing the young boy's delicate facial features to twist in pain.

But suddenly, he smelled the fragrance of her hair, and the clear and straightforward look she threw towards her angrily after turning around.

When she leaned against the door of the house panting, Lin Qiao realized that she was actually quite depressed.

But she is indeed not an outstanding girl, she doesn't have an alluring appearance, no exquisite figure, and no prominent family background, and she doesn't even want to grow her hair long.She would only quietly hold the cello and participate in the playing department year after year. Occasionally, when she received a love letter or was stopped by a boy, she blushed happily and pursed her lips pretending to be calm. In the end, she just lowered her eyelashes and shook her head.It seems that apart from her tall figure, everything about her is so ordinary, and if she is thrown into the crowd, she will only be found because of her outstanding appearance.

two,

Why don't you have long hair?At first, I found it troublesome, and my mother also said that short hair is easy to take care of.Over time, it became a habit. She went to the barber shop once every two months to have her hair cut neatly and securely. Her well-regulated appearance made her head look like a hard chestnut.

When Lin Qiao went to the barber shop again, he casually flipped through the magazines spread out on the sofa. The models in it wore various hairstyles, such as gentle and casual shawls with big waves or mature and charming straight hair in the middle. , the fingertips twirling the ends of the hair are still smeared with various colors of nail polish, shining brightly under the spotlight.Lin Qiao looked away from the magazine, raised her eyes and saw her short chestnut hair in the mirror, she tilted her head and slowly raised her hand to rub the top of her hairy hair. When the clerk asked her When it was trimmed to the same length as before, she lowered her head and put down the magazine. After a moment of stalemate in her heart, she finally nodded silently.

The scissors fluttered briskly on top of his head, and Lin Qiao looked down from the corner of his eyes to see his few locks of chestnut hair scattered on the ground. The depressed emotions gradually fermented and swelled in the bottom of his heart, and finally turned into an unspeakable sadness. Dangdang was like a lake drowning all the positive energy, she closed her eyes tightly and dared not look at herself in the mirror.

"Hey Huiyu, tell me...would it be strange for me to have long hair?"

"No. It must be... very beautiful."

Probably shouldn't have asked the guy such a stupid question, only to get an equally stupid answer.

Are you perfunctory her?It must be perfunctory, right?

——It’s just that, even if it’s an inconspicuous mushroom in the jungle, I still hope that I will be discovered one day.

want to grow up.I really want to want to grow up quickly.

Like a mushroom, it slowly emerges from the grass after a heavy rain, opens the umbrella cover, and swaggers beautifully in the spring breeze.

three,

But growth doesn't happen overnight.

How far to go to reach the school of the boy you like.How many times does it take to climb over a wall by stepping on other people's shoulders crookedly.How many times have you been called to the office by the spitting teacher because of the ugly test papers and defaulted assignments.Running out of the house alone in the middle of the night to see how many trash cans were smashed by the aggressive racers.It will take a few days for the swollen cheeks from being slapped by my mother to heal.It took a few days for the swollen walnut-like eyelids to disappear.

In fact, adolescence is an intricate puzzle with no definite number or quantity, and X and Y are never-ending answers.

When Lin Qiao gradually realized that even wearing high-heeled shoes could not make her look graceful, even if she wore flaming red lips and pretended to be an adult, she couldn’t calmly face the sharp eyes of the clerk after buying beer. When you think that you have seen through the world and are full of loneliness, and you think that you should spend it alone in tears from now on, these inexplicable stubbornness are not mature.

four,

So what is maturity?

20-year-old Lin Qiao nestled in her small apartment in Moscow, knelt on the ground and organized things in several cardboard boxes in an orderly manner. Her long chestnut hair was loosely tied behind her head to form a casual bun. , She was sorting out while calculating her expenses and income for the first summer vacation of her financial independence as an adult, and suddenly such a question popped up in her mind full of numbers and addition, subtraction, and multiplier numbers.

It is hot summer now, and the air conditioner has not yet been installed in the new house, only a small electric fan is turning tirelessly, sending out a not-so-cool wind.Lin Qiao shaved a lock of hair behind her ear, and she forgot when she started