gray love

Merry Christmas.

I rubbed my hands, and stood at the exit of the teaching building, breathing out a cold breath, waiting for Xiao.

According to the usual rules, she will definitely come down from this corridor around [-]:[-], when the campus is almost empty.

Sure enough, she came down from upstairs on time, and I waved to her, and she smiled softly when she saw me.

"What? Waiting for me here?" She winked at me deliberately.

"Of course—" I looked at her cute expression and said, "I'm waiting for your umbrella."

She gave me a blank look:

"Tch! There are still people who don't bring umbrellas when it snows."

I chuckled and recalled the scene when I passed the trash can on the second floor after school and threw the umbrella in my hand.

She opened the umbrella and walked into the snow and turned to me and said, "Let's go."

I lowered my head and got into her umbrella. I really got in because she was shorter than me. When I straightened up, my head would touch the top of the umbrella. It was very uncomfortable. No matter where I went, my waist would be too much. , I subconsciously held the umbrella and signaled her to let me fight, but I held her hand holding the umbrella crookedly. She was startled, and her body trembled slightly. I looked at her, and she also looked at me. For a moment, I saw me finally settled in her amber-like deep pupils, but it was only a flash in the pan, she lowered her eyes shyly, and wanted to take her hand away, but I didn't know where I got the courage to follow her strength to press down on me. The lower palm covered the back of her hand, and the hot temperature spread to the back of her cold hand. Her slender skin rubbed against my rolling blood. At that moment, I really wanted to say the words "I love you" ’ froze in her ear, so I opened my mouth: “Merrychristmas.”

I said, disappointed to say.

By the way, she let go of her hand.

She took her hand away, smiled and said, "MerryChristmas, little mouse."

I pretended to be angry and pouted: "Little donkey for a while, little mouse for a while, what am I?"

She smiled and said nothing, and we shared an umbrella and left a long footprint in the snow, just like the long ellipsis of my incomplete and hesitant confession...

When I walked to the school gate, I waved for a taxi, and she asked suspiciously, "Don't you take the bus?" I said, "It's so late in the weather, so don't take the bus."

She agreed and sat in the back seat. I sat in the front, whispered the destination to the driver, and peeked at Xiao again. She didn't respond. It seemed that she didn't hear the conversation between me and the driver.However, when the car turned a corner, she started nagging: "That's not right, this is not the way back, driver, you are going the wrong way."

I turned to look at her cheerfully and said, "We're not going home now."

"Then why go?"

"Go to a place, and you'll know when you get there." I said with a smirk.

"Brat, you—"

The taxi was full and her chattering along the way finally stopped at the gate of Fonte.

We got out of the car, and the strange, bright mottled world pulled us away from the darkness.

"Wow!" Xiao's eyes twinkled like a different person, "It's so beautiful!"

Tonight's playground is radiant in the light dancing of snowflakes and falling feathers. Facing the main entrance is a Christmas tree more than ten meters high, Santa Claus playing with children under the tree, the fireworks that are about to move, and the sweetness of candies in the air. The Ferris wheel floating in the sky and the high-spirited crowd are blooming all the way along our visual nerves.

"There are so many people here so late?" She was also dazzled by the atmosphere, as happy as a child.

"There will be fireworks at 10:30, everyone, besides having a foreign festival to enjoy the excitement, let's also have a visual feast by the way."

Turning around, Teacher Yu Xiao had already run far away, and I hurried to catch up. There are so many people, those who are hugging and clamoring may disperse if they say they are scattered.

Picking up girls at an amusement park is the most common part of a dog-blood drama. Either ride a roller coaster and vomit all over the floor to win the sympathy of the little crush, or enter a haunted house and shiver in each other's arms. In short, in this high-consumption, high-cost and In a high-end place to flirt with a girl, the results are naturally scary, but the person I like is Xiao, a rigorous, strict, mature and calm woman. I don't even have a fraction of a percent of confidence in her. .

At 10:[-], there are still [-] minutes before the fireworks are in full bloom. Before that, our teacher Yu Xiao has played almost all the video games in the video game city, including childish games such as smashing squirrels and fishing masters.I followed her boredly, and from time to time forced to play with her. The most important thing was that I was still carrying her bag, which was heavy. I guess it was her homework that she wanted to go home to correct overtime at night.Finally she was tired from playing and wanted to go out for a stroll, I happily agreed.

Sporadic snowflakes fell from the night sky. Before we knew it, we walked into a Christmas forest. These were real pine trees that had been decorated by the staff in advance. Although it snowed, these pine trees did not have much snow.

The Christmas forest is novel and unique, but it is still relatively inferior compared with other entertainment facilities. However, there are many people crowded here, as if they are participating in some activities.

In order to watch the fireworks on the opposite square at 10:30, we got into this Christmas forest without thinking.

There are many couples in the woods. They are not talking about love, but holding hands and looking up for something seriously.

"What are they looking for?" Xiao asked curiously.

I shook my head to show that I didn't know. When I looked at her again, I found that a few strands of her hair were caught in the branches of a Christmas tree. , took away a piece of snow from a high place, a large snowflake just hit my head, the biting cold spread down from my neck, Xiao fluttered for me in a panic, I lowered my head and let her soften His fingers ran across my neck, back, and hair.

"mistletoe! They..." a young couple exclaimed, pointing at us.

We looked at them suspiciously, confused, and the other couples who heard the shouts ran over as if something serious had happened, and looked over our heads one after another.

The mistletoe playing hide-and-seek under the snow was exposed, just above our heads, quietly.

mistletoe, when our eyes touched it at the same time and looked at each other at the same time, hastily, she blinked her eyes to avoid my gaze, I know, she understands the meaning of mistletoe, I also understand, but, the heart does not understand announced.

There is a romantic custom at Christmas. When two people meet under the mistletoe (mistletoe), they must kiss each other. They cannot refuse, which symbolizes friendship, love or good luck. If lovers kiss under the mistletoe, it symbolizes their future. Towards marriage, grow old forever.

But we don't have to worry at all, because we are all women.

However, the spectators around were booing one after another,

"Oh, they are so lucky, we have been looking for it for a long time!"

"Quick kiss, quick kiss!"

Xiao looked at the ground at a loss, her eyes trembling helplessly.

"Kiss one! Kiss one!"

"It's a waste if you don't kiss."

"My dear, you have to be able to afford to come here."

Shouts and whistles sounded like we were coming. I looked at Xiao. At this time, this woman who made her inner fragility obvious to everyone. I misunderstood that I was going to kiss her, so I stepped back in fear. I smiled, turned around and pulled her to break through the crowd and run forward.

That's how we ran away.

I lead her and she clings to me.

Fireworks are blooming in the sky, we are running in the Christmas forest, surrounded by warm-toned lights stretched into a long line, there are deafening cracks of fireworks in our ears, and her gradually warming temperature in our hands.

Escaping the Christmas forest, we let go under the Ferris wheel.

"Haha" she suddenly laughed happily, and the white mist spit out from her mouth.

I gasped and said, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's really interesting. Haha, it's been a long time since I ran like this." She bared her teeth and claws happily, and I calmed down helplessly.

The fireworks danced above her head, she looked at the sky quietly, with a lingering smile on the corner of her mouth, I looked at her, and she said silently: "If, what would it be like to watch the fireworks at the height of the fireworks? "

I smiled and said nothing.

In the Ferris wheel, we sat facing each other, and she suddenly fell silent, staring blankly at the fireworks at the same height as us.

I looked at her, and I only had eyes for her.

"what were you thinking?" I said

She breathes slowly, and the sound of breathing pulls my heart, what's wrong with her?Could it be... miss her boyfriend?

The thought made me suddenly silent, my breathing, my heartbeat, the flow of my blood, all silent...

"Your hands are so warm." She smiled wryly, without looking at me, still staring straight at the fireworks.

"I have great firepower." I heard ambiguity, but I was afraid that I would be sentimental, so my language was always straightforward.

"It's time for us to go back," she said, her eyes rising with the rising pyrotechnics.

We sent her home, and we were speechless to each other. She hurriedly took her bag and walked into the corridor without even saying "goodbye".I stood in the cold wind and waited for the light, feeling a little uneasy, whether the relationship with her developed too fast, which made her aware of my special feelings for her.

The biting wind blew into my coat. I wrapped my clothes and took a deep breath. Suddenly, I felt something was wrong. Why hasn’t she entered the room and turned on the light after being up for so long? I took out my phone in a panic and was about to rush into the corridor when suddenly , the phone rang, it was her, Yu Xiao.

I quickly connected: "Hello, teacher..."

"Why don't you leave?" Her stern voice.

"I didn't see you turn on the light, I'm not sure if you got home safely..."

A window on the fourth floor was suddenly brightly lit, which hurt my eyes.

"It's here, let's go."

After the cold voice, there was a long busy tone.

I put away my phone, turned around and walked out of the community.

Walking to the gate of the community, I stared blankly at the few snowflakes fluttering under the street lamp, feeling empty and uncomfortable in my heart.

I took out a cigarette and put it to my mouth, unlit.

After more than ten minutes, I wrapped my coat and went back under her window. The light in the room was still on, and I knew she was still working overtime.And I decided to just accompany her silently, standing in the snow.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, she turned off the lights and I went home.

I am used to missing her, the kind of heart-piercing, used to "tearing the soul when I miss her", so pain is like breathing, which is also the nutrient I must absorb every day.

I popped the hood and practiced my lingering affection for her in the empty apartment.

Hope that day, you can understand...

On the night of the 30th, the school's lecture hall was brightly lit, and students and teachers from the three grades gathered together.

Xiao was also in the auditorium, quietly waiting for the party to start.

I sat in the make-shift dressing room in the hallway and turned on my phone to send Xiao a text message: The penultimate finale show is for you, you must watch it.

Chu Mo is talking to the director. Tonight, she put on a different makeup than before. She is wearing natural and pure clothes, and her eyes are calm and composed. It feels like she has returned to the same girl from two years ago. I am smiling, and my eyes are full of gratitude .

The phone rang, and I opened it to see that it was a text message from Xiao:

I'll watch it, come on!

Before going on stage, the director held a brief meeting for us and gave us some precautions. Since it was the grand finale, the school hoped that we would not make any mistakes. I smiled and thought, how can we make mistakes for her performance.

The classmates on the stage sang and danced hard. I secretly looked at the audience from behind the curtain, looking for Xiao’s figure. There were teachers in the front rows, so I found her without much effort. I watched obsessively. Suddenly someone slapped me on the back, and I was startled. When I turned my head to look, Chu Mo stretched out his head with a smirk and said, "What are you looking at? So serious, which little girl are you looking at?" She was still looking around at the audience .

"Oh, stop making trouble, let's go..." I pushed her away, turned my head and glanced at the audience reluctantly, she seemed to be answering the phone at the moment, but I couldn't see her anymore, I turned my head, not thinking much and left.

The next show is ours, my partner and I find our place behind the curtain after encouraging each other.

I was wearing a black dress and sitting next to the black piano. The staff quickly adjusted the microphone for us. At this moment, the director rushed over and shouted to me in a low voice: "You didn't take the score!"

I waved my hand to say no, and the director was stunned for a moment. At this moment, the curtain was about to be opened, so the director had no choice but to give up. I adjusted my sitting posture and waited for the spotlight to come.

This piece of music has been integrated with me, the sheet music, just a piece of waste paper.

The curtain was drawn, the spotlight hit us, and there were thunderous applause, whistles, and cheers from the audience.

I looked at the black and white keys, Xiao's voice and smile appeared repeatedly in my mind, I smiled, looked at the keys affectionately, breathed the air that I breathed in the same space with her, my ears were looking for her heartbeat, looking for her The sound of her warm blood flowing.

I pressed the keys, my fingers danced wildly on the piano, and the melody lingered in my heart. I closed my eyes and felt her fiery eyes burning me.

Chopin's "Second Piano Concerto", in F minor, Chopin played solo for the girl he had a crush on in Warsaw. Tonight I will replay the scene at that time, although there is no grand momentum at that time, only my piano and Chu Mo The violin, but so what, if she can understand, she should understand my heart, should be able to understand my overflowing love for her.

At the end of the song, I paused, and the flashing lights around me also changed colors. Chu Mo should have changed to the guitar at this time. After her "OK" came from the headset, I struck the piano again.

After the prelude, I sang to the microphone standing in front of me

"Why should you be disappointed, hide your tears in your heart"

This time in exchange for earth-shattering cheers.

The students in the front row and the back row stood up and called my name, whistles and cheers resounded through the sky, and the atmosphere was pushed to zero.

I played and sang affectionately, every word and every piece of music, Xiao, do you understand?Do you understand how I miss you hysterically?Do you understand my clear and transparent sincerity towards you?Do you understand my unswerving love for you until death?Do you understand?

If you are here, you must understand.

At this moment, you must understand.

At the end of the song, gorgeous fireworks burst out on the stage, pushing the party to the end again.

I sang "Practice Love" on my own, and told my story on my own.

why be disappointed

hide tears to the heart

The past doesn't lie. Don't make things difficult for him.

There's no need for this between the two of us

I think

Practicing the heartache of love

learn to let go of previous desires

How hard it is for us to forget those beliefs

Appreciation from a distance, confusion from a short distance

who said the sun will find the moon

someone else's love

we can't imitate

Practicing the joys and sorrows of love

Our efforts are not easy

Happiness turned into tears is a kind of bravery

The fantasy of a few years ago, the forgiveness of a few years later

Heal a wound for a face

don't miss you anymore i can't stand this

Remember it is so arrogant

Light up the pain

How many times have lovers seen the moon together

How many times has he seen oblivion in the sky

How flustered

Practicing the heartache of love

learn to let go of previous desires

How hard it is for us to forget those beliefs

Appreciation from a distance, confusion from a short distance

who said the sun will find the moon

someone else's love

we can't imitate

Practicing the joys and sorrows of love

Our efforts are not easy

Happiness turned into tears is a kind of bravery

The fantasy of a few years ago, the forgiveness of a few years later

Heal a wound for a face

don't miss you anymore i can't stand this

Laughing and saying love makes people crazy

Crying about love makes people nervous

Surrender if you can't forget that person

Practicing the joys and sorrows of love

Our efforts are not easy

tears of happiness

is a kind of bravery

The fantasy of a few years ago, the forgiveness of a few years later

Heal a wound for a face

don't miss you anymore i can't stand this

The fantasy of a few years ago, the forgiveness of a few years later

Heal a wound for a face

don't miss you anymore i can't stand this

My eyes were almost red. I quietly changed a line of lyrics in JJ Lin's "Cultivation of Love". If she listens carefully, she will definitely hear it.

"Don't miss you anymore, I won't be able to bear this."

May I?Xiao, can you make me not miss you so painfully?You tell me, how long is there, I can end this endless knife and fire, let me be with you, forever...