countdown to winter

After all, Lin Shu had been Wen Xia's bunk bed for four years, so he naturally understood him. In fact, he didn't call many people. There were a few girls in his class.

Since Wen Xia became unconscious last time, she decided that she would never drink more than two drinks outside, so after drinking one drink, she just chatted.

10: 30.

Wen Xia glanced at his watch.

"Lin Shu," Wen Xia called him over, and Lin Shu sat down, "What's wrong?"

"I'm going first," Wen Xia said in a low voice, "I haven't finished my lesson plan yet."

"You are too boring. I have brought so many good-looking girls, and you don't pay attention to them?" Although Lin Shu said so, he pushed him away with his hand, "Okay, okay, go back, I I will drive you."

"No, it's not far from my house." Wen Xia picked up her jacket, apologized to everyone, drank a drink, and then left.

There was a layer of snow outside, and there was a creaking sound when you stepped on it. Wen Xia held up an umbrella, and the alcohol took effect, making her body warm, but she didn't feel cold.

After 5 minutes' journey, Wen Xia arrived at the community. Just as she was about to enter the building, she suddenly saw a black shadow curled up in the corner.

seems to be personal.

I don't know how long I've been here, and my body is covered with snow.

No... Frozen to death?

This thought startled Wen Xia, and the drunkenness dissipated in an instant. He stepped on the snow, walked over slowly, squatted down, and said softly, "Hello?"

The figure moved, raised its head, and shook off a lot of snow.

Wen Xia's eyes widened, "Shi Xing?"

It's time star.

His face was pale, half of his face was buried in the black scarf, only a pair of dark eyes were exposed, and the thick eyelashes trembled slightly. He coughed and said, "Teacher Wen."

"I have nowhere to go, so I just... wanted to come to you."

"Why didn't you tell me when you came here?" Wen Xia pulled Shi Xing up and slapped the snow off his body, "It's so cold, come in."

Shi Xing was trembling all over, he was almost too cold to speak.

"No, are you stupid?" Wen Xia was a little annoyed, "Don't you know to wait in the corridor, you can also do it in front of my house, if I don't come, what are you going to do?"

Shi Xing remained silent, lowered his head, with an appearance of "at your disposal", which made Wen Xia unable to say anything to blame.

On the thirteenth floor, Wen Xia took out the key and opened the door, "Go take a shower first, don't catch a cold."

"I didn't come in because," Shi Xing said suddenly, he took off his black scarf, his lips were red and his teeth were white, but his eyes suddenly became moist, "I'm afraid you hate me and don't want me to come in—I don't know You still let me go to your house."

In the end, the voice was actually a little nasal.

"If I don't let you in, you won't come in. Why are you so obedient?" Wen Xia couldn't bear his grievances, and embraced him, "I've said it, we're still friends, don't think about it every day If you have a fever, it will be uncomfortable."

Shi Xing nodded, obediently went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When he walked out, Wen Xia was pouring hot water, and he said, "Come over and have a cup of banlangen—" The words stopped abruptly, and Wen Xia silently swallowed the words "Be careful of catching a cold".

Shi Xing frowned, he didn't like to drink medicine, neither sweet nor bitter, but Wen Xia opened his mouth, so he had to take it, and drank it like wine.

"Okay, let's go to sleep," Wen Xia said, "I'll write the lesson plan—check if the windows are closed tightly, and tell me if it's cold."

"What if it's cold?" Shi Xingwei tilted his head and asked him.

Wen Xia was taken aback.

He was just saying it casually, so he had to say: "Put more quilts on the bed."

Shi Xing nodded and went back to sleep.

Wen Xia poured a cup of coffee, went to the study, and wrote the lesson plans there.

It was snowing outside, the lights were warm yellow, and there was only the sound of pens scratching paper in the study room. This kind of thing was boring, and coffee didn't seem to work. Wen Xia yawned, and looked at his watch, it was already zero.

December is NO.30.

Tomorrow is the New Year's Eve.

Wen Xia pushed the lesson plan aside, lay down on the table, and prepared to squint for a while before continuing to write.

The snow was still falling outside, and after an unknown amount of time, the door of the study room was gently pushed open, Shi Xing poked his head in with bare feet, and whispered, "Teacher Wen."

Wen Xia had already fallen asleep.

Shi Xing was startled, he pondered for a while, went back to the room and took a small quilt, walked over softly, and covered Wen Xia.

Wen Xia buried his face between his arms, and could hear his long breathing.

Shi Xing looked at him quietly.

The affection in his heart is like a hydra*, he is a knight holding a sword, swinging the sword desperately, going forward indomitably, but he can only watch it grow crazily until it wraps around the entire atrium.

He leaned down carefully and kissed Wen Xia's fingertips.

The snow seemed to have stopped, and the surroundings were quiet.

The hour hand is still moving forward.