Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 119 We Will Be Together Forever

later.

The crowd gathered around a bonfire, and the remote mountain forest was filled with joy and laughter.

The evening wind gently blew through Song Xiaolin's hair, and her eye circles were reddish, not only reflected the extinguished and bright fire that was close at hand, but also the bright night of the entire starry sky. But it was always Lu Jingyan's sharp-edged face, with a hazy halo all over him, clear and cold, more touching than the thick night, it was the distance she most wanted to reach.

She really wanted time to stay at this moment forever.

Short and beautiful.

"Lu Jingyan, we will be together forever, won't we?"

Hearing this, Lu Jingyan lowered his head, and his cold eyes only stayed on her for a moment. Under the thick and colorful eyebrows, there were bloodless lips. His smile was gentle, every word, every word she had heard. The most devout belief in the world, "Well, we will always be together."

Say yes, to be together forever.

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Seeing that this semester is already halfway through.

The number of times she met Lu Jingyan was very few.

There was no class that day, Song Xiaolin was watching the video explaining the course in the dormitory, Jiang Meiyi went on a date, Li Le went to the library to borrow books, and Sun Lingxue went to participate in departmental activities.

Therefore, she was the only one left in the huge dormitory.

As soon as she lifted the curtains to let in the light, the door of the dormitory was opened with a bang.

If you haven't seen him, hear his voice first.

Li Le wailed as if asking for help: "Little Purlin, can you lend me the few beautiful articles you wrote last time? I went to the library to find a few books, but I didn't have any inspiration for writing. I have to hand them in tomorrow. , please help me."

"it is good."

Song Xiaolin rummaged through the drawer and found a notebook with some creases on the cover. This is the notebook she used to write articles in her spare time.

Li Le took it, and kissed her on the face: "Thank you for saving my dog's life."

She was amused: "...you're welcome."

The two quietly went about their own business.

Suddenly, Li Le said seriously: "By the way, little purlin, I forgot about this matter I wanted to ask you last time. Your writing is obviously so good, and the articles you write are obviously so logical, thoughtful and meaningful. Why? Did you come to study medicine instead of going to the Chinese department?"

Hearing these words, Song Xiaolin froze the tip of his pen for a moment, and the black handwriting gradually smudged into ink on the white paper.

She suddenly fell into deep thought.

Why study medicine?

why?
In fact, compared with medicine, she prefers elegant style of writing, writing profound and beautiful articles on paper with pen and ink, and reading poems that meditate on Han Zao... She likes to delve into the mysteries of all literature.

However, for her, it doesn't matter whether she likes medicine or literature.

She didn't think much of it.

She just wanted to cure Lu Jingyan's illness.

She just wanted to take better care of him.

That's it.

After a good afternoon.

Song Xiaolin put away the pen, tore off the ink-stained paper, crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can. She looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, and there were birds flying by. Today is a rare sunny day, because The temperature in mid-November has gradually turned cold, and these days are cloudy and rainy. A pile of clothes were drying outside the corridor. Soon, she looked away, stared at the blank paper, and opened her eyes slightly brightly and sadly. mouth--

"Because... one person."

"Because of a person?!" Li Le seemed to smell the ambiguous atmosphere in the air, immediately put down the work in his hands, and approached mysteriously, with a gossipy face: "This person is the one you like, right?"

She didn't hide it, nodded: "Yes."

"It seems that you really like him!"

"Well, many years."

Through the many years of the four seasons.

if we assume,
Song Xiaolin likes everything in the world, and also likes Lu Jingyan.

Putting this sentence in reverse, that is——

Song Xiaolin can dislike everything in the world, but he can't dislike Lu Jingyan.

***
Another winter.

Another new year.

Snowing.

The entire North City was once again covered by heavy snow, and everything was white.

Song Xiaolin is on winter vacation.

But unfortunately, Lu Jingyan is far away in Europe, and he won't be able to make it back for this year's Spring Festival.

What a pity.

Thinking back to last year, not only Lu Jingyan, but also Xuzhou Cheng and Jinmao, all the lively scenes in the past as far as the eyes can see, and the sound of laughter and slapstick seem to be close to the ear, forming a strong contrast with the lonely person today. In contrast, this sense of gap is really suffocating.

However, he has more important things to do.

Therefore, no matter how much she misses him, she can't stop him from becoming better and better.

Without Lu Jingyan, it doesn't matter if the new year passes.

Coincidentally, there is a senior in the department who appreciates some beautiful essays written by her. She called a few days ago and said that the Chinese Department is going to send some students to Haicheng to participate in the literature exchange meeting this year, and has been strongly recommending her to attend.

In the past, Song Xiaolin would definitely refuse.

After all, Haicheng is far away from Beicheng.

That is a city that never snows.

But this year, the huge villa was so empty that she was the only one left.

The deafening fireworks and firecrackers outside the house, the laughing and laughing TV Spring Festival Gala inside the house, and the white snow covering the whole world...

All of this made her feel lonely.

In the past, she liked pure white snowflakes the most, like elves flying all over the sky.

But now, it's the occasion.

This snowflake will only melt slowly when it falls in the hands. When the feet step into the snow, they leave footprints one after another, but after a heavy snowfall, there will be no traces left. Rushi is indeed a very beautiful word. But full of regret.

She felt as if she had been abandoned by the whole world.

None of the thousands of lights were reserved for her.

She doesn't like to spend such a lively Spring Festival so alone.

In order not to let myself have nothing to do, and to prevent myself from having extra time to miss Lu Jingyan, Song Xiaolin simply signed up for this literature exchange meeting.

Fortunately, she was chosen.

Tomorrow, I will leave for Haicheng.

*
There is no snow in Haicheng.

But there is a bitter cold wind.

The gusts of wind gushing in from the north entrance made people's faces hurt.

On the first day there, Song Xiaopurn unfortunately caught a small cold and had a runny nose.

Fortunately, the girl who shared the room with her had a cold.

Now she brewed a cup of cold spirit, wrapped herself up like a rice dumpling and sat at the desk, turned on her laptop, and edited today's exchange experience.

Suddenly, the phone beeped.

She lowered her head and glanced lightly, but stared instantly.

It was a video call from Lu Jingyan.

The moment his name was reflected in her pupils, her heart almost missed half a beat, and an unspeakable joy spread from the bottom of her heart to her whole body, as if a hot rush rushed into her mind, and she couldn't calm down anymore.

next moment.

Song Xiaolin got up in a hurry, ran into the bathroom at a speed of [-] meters, and tidied up the messy hair like a honeycomb. Satisfied, he hurriedly sat back in his seat, straightened his waist, took a deep breath, and finally connected to the video .

　soon, soon
　　It's not far, boys,
　　Excited heart, trembling hands~( )

　　
　
(End of this chapter)