She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 255
When Lin Qingyou left the community, a mouthful of cold air was sucked into her lungs head-on, and even the corners of her brows and eyes were bone-chillingly cold.

The wind blowing from the ground was mixed with chills and poured in from the neckline. The damp rain smell remained in the air, and the hair eroded by the mist pressed against the cheeks, slightly chilling.

The cooling of winter nights is not as cold as that of my heart.

Language is like a sharp long knife, when it is inserted into the heart, it will be overwhelming cold.

The traffic lights at the crossroads turned red and then green, green and then red again, and the pedestrians on the street walked one after another. She always stood quietly and far away from the crowd, with a kind of feeling all over her body. The indifference of the noise is incompatible.

I don't know how long it took, the ancient clock on the church in the distance rang seven times, and the dull bell mixed with the sound of cars echoed in the night of the city.

Lin Qingyou woke up like a dream, and raised her eyes to look at the huge electronic display screen on the building in the distance. A pair of dark eyes reflected the lonely lights of the city.

She came out in a hurry, and she didn't take her mobile phone. She was even wearing the thin pajamas she wore when she went to bed in the afternoon. After standing outside and being blown by the wind for so long, her palms were already so cold that she couldn't feel the warmth.

Lin Qingyou raised her hand to touch her cheek, feeling that the temperature of her cheek was not much different from that of her fingers, she pulled down her cuff, and slowly turned to walk forward.

After walking for about half an hour, Lin Qingyou turned into a familiar street, and when she looked up, the four wild cursive scripts of Xiangzhou No. [-] Middle School came into her eyes from afar.

Lin Qingyou used to think that the font design was too unrestrained, but now just looking at these four cold characters, she felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

I don't know if it's because of the memories brought to her by the No. [-] Middle School, or because of the people she met in the No. [-] Middle School, which gave her a vague sense of belonging to this completely unfamiliar city.

Lin Qingyou lingered at the door for a while, then looked down at the pajamas she was wearing, and then moved under the sidewalk tree.

She wasn't wearing a school uniform, so the security at the gate would definitely not let her in.

Although Lao Xu is definitely willing to come to the door to claim her after reporting her name at this time, but it is less than 10 minutes before school ends, and Lin Qingyou doesn't want to appear in her dear seventh class in this image of pajamas in front of the students.

The school gate of the No. [-] Middle School is facing a wind outlet, and the narrow tube effect of geography is brought into full play here. The wind is so strong that it can almost blow people away.

Lin Qingyou's hair was blown into a mess, and her long black hair danced with the wind, covering her small face.

Since this image was so much like Sadako who crawled out of a TV series, she pulled off a small leather cord on her wrist and tied a simple low ponytail behind her head, fearing to scare passers-by.

Standing in the vent for a while, Lin Qingyou felt her joints creaking, as if she had some kind of rheumatoid arthritis.

The south is different from the north. The winter in Xiangzhou is damp and cold. No matter how many clothes you wear, it seems useless. The cold is like a needle hidden in the cotton wool, directly piercing into every pore along the texture of the skin. , leaving almost nowhere to hide.

Lin Qingyou rubbed her nose, sneezed, and squatted down on the steps a little unbearably, then stretched out her hands to wrap around her knees, her head shrugged and hung into her arms, as if she could resist It's normal to get rid of these chills that invade the bone marrow.

At [-]:[-], the school gates of the No. [-] Middle School opened on time, and students wearing high school uniforms came out one after another, and the high school students still had an evening self-study session.

Lin Qingyou stood on the steps, bouncing and looking in the direction of the school gate.

There are a lot of parents here to pick up the students. Although her pajamas with the big rogue rabbit on them are a bit eye-catching, she hides behind the parents next to her and only shows her head. so embarrassing.

There are about 500 students in the second grade of the No. [-] Middle School. The entrance is gradually occupied by a large piece of navy blue school uniform. The lighting conditions at the entrance are not very good, and the school uniform is blackened. At first glance, it looks like a wave surging under the night. thick black paint.

Among the parents who came to pick up the students was a tall and strong man who happened to block her view. Lin Qingyou leaned sideways and squeezed forward. This squeeze directly pushed her to the front. The one on the chest of the pajamas The rogue rabbit with an exaggerated expression was exposed in front of everyone's eyes like this.

For a moment, Lin Qingyou felt like a mentally ill patient who just ran out of a mental hospital. She wanted to hide uncomfortably, but the road behind her was blocked by that big man, so she had to be embarrassed and polite He smiled and greeted every curious look from all directions.

Soon, a classmate who often went to the honor roll to worship the top student recognized the identity of this rogue rabbit lady, and was shocked.

"Fuck me! Isn't this the young lady who dominates the honor roll?"

"Miss Xueba? The one from Class Seven, the school bully's little glutinous rice dumpling?"

"Eh? I didn't see the boss, why is Miss Sister here alone, not wearing a school uniform yet?"

"..." Lin Qingyou tried her best to pretend not to hear these discussions, and continued to look at the door without squinting, searching for the familiar figure.

Although there were many students who came out, Jing Xing was too conspicuous, his height and face were placed there, and when he stood there, the unique desolation on his body directly marked the boundary between him and others.

Even if it's just a vague outline, she can easily recognize it.

Liang Jidong and Cheng Xu skipped the evening self-study of the second quarter with great hearts, unilaterally announced that they had finished class with the second graders, and followed Jing Xing out of the school.

"You say what's going on with people nowadays. A classmate of mine in junior high school sent me a message on WeChat the day before yesterday, asking if I was there. After I got back, he didn't hear anything."

Cheng Xu turned on the crazy spit mode.

"Then yesterday he asked me if I was there, and I said I was again, but he didn't make any sound, so he sent me a message just now, and asked me if I was there."

Cheng Xu's mouth is never idle, it can chatter non-stop for 24 hours.

"Oh, fuck! I'm going to be mad at him, are you here? You're tall, you are here. If you have something to say, why don't you just say it? Why do you keep asking me if I'm there? What the hell? Is it over?"

"If there is no accident, I will be here for the next 60 years, maybe even 100 years. Brother Xing, do you think it is this..."

(End of this chapter)