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Chapter 1147 2004 ([-])

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In midsummer, the sun is like fire.

The sound of cicadas outside the window, accompanied by the rustling of the treetops in the breeze, together play a charming and noisy song unique to summer.

The transparent and powerful sunlight passes through the glass windows covered with blackout paper, and gently sprinkles into the room.

The youthful young man was sitting on a rocking chair in front of the window, leisurely flipping through the pages of a book in his hand under the thin and not dim light.

The hardcover book cover slightly refracts light in the sunlight, revealing the title of the book written in beautiful fancy English on the cover:

"Peter and Wendy".

"Snapped."

Without warning, a slender figure opened the door without knocking and walked in.

The young man leaned on the rocking chair, glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, then turned his gaze away, continued to look at the book in his hand without asking anything.

The figure ignored him, picked up the kettle on his desk and poured a glass of water, then tossed his hair and walked out stepping on his own cartoon slippers.

However, the door was not closed.

After a while, that figure came in from the outside again.

This time, she was holding a plate of sliced ​​watermelon in her hand, she still didn't look at the boy, she walked to the desk without looking sideways, put down the watermelon, and immediately turned and went out.

It seemed that he didn't want to stay longer for a moment.

Behind her, the boy sitting on the rocking chair blinked, then smiled silently, shook his head, and was still half lying down reading his book.

However, a few minutes later, the young man saw that figure enter his room for the third time with a pretty face, and then... took out the plate of watermelon that she brought in not long ago.

Looking at her back, the young man closed the book in his hand after thinking about it, and sat up slightly.

as predicted.

In the next period of time, that figure walked into the room repeatedly, but every time he didn't say a word, and didn't look at the boy.

The problem is, she doesn't bother to make excuses yet.

The water was poured one cup after another, and the plate of sliced ​​watermelon was brought in and out...

After going back and forth about five or six times, the boy who couldn't laugh or cry finally put down the book, and after the figure walked in with the familiar watermelon expressionlessly again, he said, "Okay. You put my It’s fine to take out the watermelon and eat it, but every time you add a few slices before sending it in again, do you really think I can’t see that the position of the watermelon is different every time?”

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed a small "murderous" look cast towards him.

"Why? Is it reasonable for you to eat my watermelon?"

Seeing the girl stop walking, holding the plate of watermelon in her hand, staring at herself faintly, her little face was extremely smelly, the boy could no longer hold back the smile on his mouth, sighed softly, and said: "Tell me, what do you want me to do? Say it first, I'll only ask you once, if you don't want to say it this time, I won't listen if you want to say it later."

The boy said this quite calmly, as if he was sure that the girl would be threatened by his words.

The fact is exactly the same, when he finished speaking, the young man's eyes keenly observed that an imperceptible panic flashed across the girl's stinky little face.

After a brief silence, a voice that was so low that it was almost inaudible sounded very awkwardly in the room.

"At the beginning... at the beginning..."

The boy frowned, blinked and asked, "What? What is it?"

"Chu, Chu... accompany me... accompany me..."

"Huh? What?"

"That's right, that's... the beginning..."

"What is it?"

All of a sudden, the girl raised her head and took a long breath, as if she had made up her mind.

She pressed her lower lip tightly, staring at the young man with those deer-like clear eyes as if she was very nervous, and then stammered: "Chu, Chuxue... this year's Chuxue, you want to be with me...you want to Want to watch it with me?"

"First snow?"

"Uh-huh!"

Obviously, he didn't expect that this was the reason why the girl came to him for the first time. The boy was stunned for a while, and then turned his head to look at the book he had put aside thoughtfully.

"Yeah, but..."

"Hmm, what?"

The girl put down the watermelon, moved her feet quietly, squatted beside him, stared at him closely, and couldn't hide the hopeful look on her face.

"Did you not even say 'OPPA' when you saw me today?"

Suddenly, the young man let out a big gasp without changing his expression. He looked back at the girl's dazed little face, and a faint smile flashed across his mouth, and he sighed with emotion, "Ai Yigu, you This girl, big or small... Is that what you are asking for? Huh? You have to sort out the names first, and then we can talk, right? "

For a moment, the blue veins on the forehead on the white forehead seemed to protrude faintly.

The girl subconsciously clenched her slender palms, fixed her eyes on the smiling boy, and then let out a heavy breath, forcing herself to show a very stiff smile, and shouted tremblingly: "O, OPPA... "

"Yeah!" The boy nodded in a serious manner immediately, "That's right. Girls should be called 'OPPA', student Lin Yuner, tell me about yourself, you used to learn what boys call 'Hion', what do you look like now? It’s a bit like a younger sister. Come on, call OPPA again.”

The girl's face was tense, and she gritted her teeth and yelled again: "...OPPA!"

"En." The young man showed a satisfied look.

Seeing the situation, the girl quickly suppressed the urge in her heart to pounce on that hateful smiling face and bite hard, and asked in a flattering tone, "So, OPPA, do you agree?"

"Agree to what?"

"Just watch Chuxue with me this year!"

"Ah that...Of course I don't agree."

In an instant, the young man looked at the girl's completely frozen face, shook his head as if nothing had happened, lay down on the back, and said, "What's so interesting about the first snow? When winter comes, it can snow anywhere. See? Besides, Chuxue is nothing special, don’t we see it every year?”

"But! Yes! We are not together every year when the first snow falls!" The girl almost squeezed out the words between her teeth.

"What can we do together?"

Seeing the boy turning his head to look at her in confusion, the girl's breasts, which had just begun to develop, rose and fell violently. A few seconds later, she stood up abruptly and walked out without looking back, wearing slippers. The little feet stepped on the floor with a "dong dong" sound.

In the room, the boy opened the book and stood it upright in front of him, covering the involuntary smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Boom boom boom!"

The girl suddenly ran back again.

She puffed her eyes and stared at the boy without saying a word.

The boy put down the book in his hand, and looked at her inexplicably.

"Lin Yunyu!!!"

Good guy, the bird that was parked on the tree branch outside the window was almost knocked away.

Outside the room, in the living room, two heads turned around in unison, one old and one young, their faces were full of gossip and bewilderment, and they still hadn't figured out what was going on.

"you you……"

Facing the finger that the girl poked right under his eyelids, the boy helplessly picked out his ear and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

"You...you big idiot!! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!"

As soon as the words were finished, the dazed young man looked at the slender figure in front of him, tossed his hair angrily again, turned around and went out again with a "boom-boom-boom".

Within two seconds, there was a "bang" sound from outside to close the door, and the girl hid in her room.

Only the young man was left in a daze in his own room, and the old and young were equally confused in the living room.

"Ah, boy, are you bullying your sister again?"

A sullen middle-aged male voice came from the direction of the living room, with a hint of softness.

The boy came back to his senses, smacked his lips, rolled his eyes, and replied, "Yes! I was bullied! What's wrong?"

"Ha! What did you do right? How dare you speak so loudly? Tell me, what are you doing?"

"Hey! I don't know anything either... Forget it, leave her alone. Oh, by the way, Dad, I'm leaving tomorrow, please help me pack my luggage later."

"Hey, get out of here! You're going to Gwangju by yourself and clean up by yourself! I'm used to you."

"Hey, I really..."

"What? Brat."

"……nothing."

……

Leaning her back against the door panel, the girl lowered her head, quietly listening to the daily quarrel between the father and son outside, and the hand holding the doorknob seemed to tighten even more.

She seemed to have been waiting for something, but as the noise outside the room gradually disappeared, there was no movement from the doorknob in her hand, no one came to ask her why she lost her temper, and no one came to speak nicely to comfort her.

In the past two years, since the relationship between myself and that idiot has blatantly deteriorated in front of my family, everyone seems to no longer wonder why I always act childishly and willfully in front of him.

Without opening the door, no one would know what she was expecting in the room.

"call……"

Unable to take a deep breath, she let go of the doorknob, walked to the bed, and fell forward in frustration.

After her body fully touched the soft bedding, she turned her head and took out from her pocket the flip phone that Abba had bought for her since she became a trainee.

Because the younger trainees in the company are responsible for direct contact with the elders in the family, so there are not many contacts in her mobile phone, only Abba, O'Neill, and... him, and a few others in the A good friend I knew before I was a trainee.

When you open the phone cover, the first thing you see is the words [practice, hard work, success] on the screen.

She looked at the words typed by herself, muttered something vaguely in her mouth, and then casually clicked on the text message interface. There was a record of her chatting with her friends on it.

[Yun'er, I heard that everyone apologized to those people who they couldn't speak to before when they first snowed.Maybe it's easier to speak at that time. Don't you always tell me that you want to ease the relationship with someone?You can try it out]

"What are you trying, he didn't even give me a chance to speak..."

Lin Yuner, who was only 15 years old, buried her face deeply in the quilt.

"...that idiot!"

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　Finally filled the hole in front of the first snow.In addition, for this part of the memory, because the timeline involved is relatively long, it is impossible for me to advance slowly. I should adopt a leap-forward writing method later, that is, basically a chapter is a new time point, which will be divided into points and chapters. Point, connect the whole story in series.

　　
　
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