When I found the heroine as a boy

One week before Christmas, Zhao Tianhang and Jiang Wan left Tongli City and moved to Haicheng.

On the day they left, Xia Wanshuang and the others went to see them off, but they encountered a rear-end accident on the road, which caused a traffic jam. By the time Lin Qiushui urged the driver to the station, the train had already left.

Lin Qiushui beat his chest and stamped his feet on the spot, very angry.

Life seems to be full of regrets, whether it is the love that ended without a disease, or the farewell that cannot be met.

After Zhao Tianhang left, Xia Wanshuang and the others' lives didn't change much.

It’s just that occasionally when meeting for dinner after school, Lin Qiushui would blurt out “Zhao Tianhang hasn’t come out yet”, or before eating, Xia Wanshuang would get used to holding four pairs of chopsticks, or during the weekly test, Zhou Qinglang I will habitually look for Zhao Tianhang's name at the top of the grade ranking.

But just like the inevitable coming of winter, everyone gradually got used to the fact that Zhao Tianhang was not around.

The cold wind passed through the border, but the boutiques outside the school were extremely lively, with a picture of Santa Claus pasted at the door. It was obvious that Christmas hadn't come yet, but there was already a festive atmosphere.

During the holidays, it is the time when greeting cards are sold, especially Christmas, which is the most popular.

In addition to greeting cards, apples and snake fruits are also extremely popular.

Xia Wanshuang saw a female classmate knitting a scarf secretly a month before Christmas. The closer it was to Christmas, the more obvious the restlessness could be felt.

She felt a little happier because of the festive atmosphere, but other than that, she didn't feel much.

Zhou Qinglang originally wanted to learn how to wear a scarf and give one to Xia Wanshuang as a Christmas present, but on Christmas Eve, Zhou Qinglang had no face to send out the finished product.

Xia Wanshuang cut the fruit in the kitchen and planned to take it to Zhou Qinglang's room, but at the door of the room he heard Zhou Qinglang's voice on the phone, as if he was talking about something wrong.

Xia Wanshuang didn't think much about it, thinking that Zhou Qinglang was on the phone with Zhao Tianhang to discuss a problem, opened the door and walked in, but saw Zhou Qinglang frantically stuffing something into the quilt.

It's a pity that he didn't hide it well, so Xia Wanshuang saw the needles weaving the scarf.

"Lang Lang, are you knitting?"

It's no wonder Xia Wan laughed, after all, even if Zhou Qinglang acted cute in front of Xia Wanshuang, she couldn't hide her nature as a cool sister.

The behavior of knitting furtively had the same effect on Zhou Qinglang as it did on Lin Qiushuishen, which made people laugh.

"No...no, sister, you read wrong."

Zhou Qinglang said dryly, hiding the needle with one hand, praying that Xia Wanshuang didn't see anything just now.

"Student Zhou, do you understand what I said just now? I circled the wrong part of the photo you sent me, and you ticked the wrong line."

A girl's voice came from the phone that hadn't been hung up, instantly debunking Zhou Qinglang's lie just now.

"I know how to do it, thank you."

Zhou Qinglang spoke quickly as if his butt was on fire, then immediately put away his phone, and looked at Xia Wanshuang with an embarrassed expression.

"Sister, I wanted to give you this surprise tomorrow."

The little girl took out her failed product, her face was so red that she was about to bleed, Xia Wanshuang seemed to be able to see the little girl's head steaming, and couldn't help laughing, why is she so cute.

It's no wonder that Zhou Qinglang was embarrassed, it's really because her knitting skills are inferior to her status as a top student, the thread hooked up in several places, and the knots where the cage was woven were also wrong.

Seeing Xia Wan laughing at her, Zhou Qinglang wanted to bury her head in the ground.

"elder sister……"

She called out coquettishly, with a hint of begging for mercy.

"I'm not kidding you. It's the first time we weave in Langlang. It's already pretty good. I'll change it for you."

Xia Wan sat beside Zhou Qinglang's bed, took the scarf that was taken apart, and picked up the crochet needle.

Her hair grew a bit longer, tied with a black rubber band, hanging obediently behind her head, and was caged in the light, which made Zhou Qinglang feel weak when he saw it.

The light in her room was clearly white, but when it fell on Xia Wanshuang, Zhou Qinglang felt for no reason that the light had turned into a warm tone, soft and unbelievably soft.

The disobedient wool in Zhou Qinglang's hands was not good in Xia Wanshuang's hands, because the front part was hooked in the wrong place, so Xia Wanshuang had to tear off the back part, flying his fingers, and bit by bit the scarf. Getting it done again.

"My sister's hands are smarter than mine."

Zhou Qinglang felt that Xia Wanshuang was always good at playing around with these things. Xia Wanshuang was able to make a few things into new ones and put them in the house, which was beautiful and warm.

It didn't take long for Xia Wanshuang to weave it. Obviously, Xia Wanshuang's weaving is much more beautiful than Zhou Qinglang's. You can still see the difference by comparing the top and bottom.

Zhou Qinglang was both happy and disappointed, because only the first half of the scarf was made by her, and the second half was re-hooked by Xia Wanshuang, so how could she give it to Xia Wanshuang as a gift.

"Hmm...it's pretty nice, it's obvious."

Xia Wan gestured the scarf in front of Zhou Qinglang's body. Zhou Qinglang chose red, which is white and attractive. If the skin is dark, the scarf won't look good.

"Transfer to the color chosen by my sister."

Zhou Qinglang fell in love with the red color when he went to pick out balls of wool.

Xia Wanshuang's skin is fair, and it is even whiter with this red color. Zhou Qinglang can imagine what Xia Wanshuang would look like if she wore a scarf of this color. Happy.

"I'll try it on."

Xia Wan wears both around her neck. The length and width of this scarf is quite suitable. Wrap it around her neck twice, it is so tight that it cannot let in the wind, and it is warm.

"looks good?"

There is no mirror in this room, Xia Wan stood up and straightened her scarf to Zhou Qinglang, looking at her with almond eyes.

"nice."

Zhou Qinglang nodded, how could it be ugly.

From head to toe, she looks the way she likes it, and it's very beautiful.

"So lovely?"

Xia Wan was having fun, and it was almost impossible to hear from Zhou Qinglang that she was not good-looking.

Xia Wan smiled, Zhou Qinglang was really happy, his soul was lost in Xia Wan's eyes, drunk in Xia Wan's dimples.

"I like this Christmas gift very much, please worry about it, I will give you your gift tomorrow."

"It's not Christmas yet, so I let my sister find out, and my sister made it for me, so it's not considered a gift."

Zhou Qing Langhun came back, feeling a little disappointed, thinking that he had to give another gift tomorrow.

"It's my fault. I should have knocked on the door first. I will definitely knock next time."

Xia Wanshuang, on the other hand, was mistaken, thinking that Zhou Qinglang's loss was the grievance of being overwhelmed by the content of the gift in advance, and hurriedly coaxed the little girl, promising not to do it again next time.

"It's okay, sister doesn't need to knock on the door."

Zhou Qinglang wanted to explain something, but she didn't seem to be able to explain what Xia Wanshuang said before, so she just said it.

Xia Wanshuang took off the scarf, frowned at Zhou Qinglang's intimacy, and brought the fruit to them.

Early the next morning, Zhou Qinglang deliberately entered the classroom before Xia Wanshuang, and sure enough, he saw apples, greeting cards, and even chocolates on Xia Wanshuang's table.

Without even thinking about it, Zhou Qinglang directly opened the zipper of his backpack, emptied the books in his schoolbag, and then swept all the things on Xia Wan's desk into his schoolbag.

It wasn't until Zhou Qinglang finished that he noticed that there was also one on his desk. He looked puzzled for a moment, and then ruthlessly swept it into his schoolbag.

Zhou Qinglang's love aperture only opened on Xia Wanshuang, and he was as ruthless to other people as the autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves. No matter how good a boy is, in Zhou Qinglang's eyes, there is nothing but air.

She doesn't pay attention to unimportant people and unimportant things, and never gives people hope. After rejecting people's advances, she still has to say that she stays away from her sister, which is very fierce.

But Xia Wanshuang's love luck doesn't seem to be weakened because of Zhou Qinglang's obstruction. Many boys of this age seem to like girls with a more mature temperament, and they have no resistance to beautiful girls. Xia Wanshuang happens to be beautiful and gentle, revealing With a calm and elegant demeanor, gentle to the bottom of his heart, he captured the hearts of young boys, especially those who love to play, and they are extremely obedient in front of Xia Wanshuang.

And those people are just two words in Zhou Qinglang's eyes, which is an eyesore.

But Zhou Qinglang couldn't do anything, he could only drive those people away with his eyes, not giving them any loopholes to take advantage of.

As for why he didn't give a warning, before he was absolutely sure, he couldn't reveal his secret to strangers, this was the truth Zhou Qinglang understood since he was a child.

It was no accident that she escaped from the cannibalistic orphanage when she was six years old. She planned for a long time and found out the route. No one would have guessed that a six-year-old street child would have such thoughts, so no one added Taking precautions, Zhou Qinglang escaped smoothly.

And after running away, Zhou Qinglang deliberately made himself dirty, fearing that he would be seen by those who were looking for him.

Fortunately, she was only a trivial tool for that place, and she didn't know if those people had looked for it, or how long they had been looking for it. In short, she is safe now.

When Xia Wanshuang came in, what she saw was Zhou Qinglang playing with her schoolbag. Zhou Qinglang's books were put hastily on her chair, as if there was something in the schoolbag.

"What did you wear?"

"Apple, it's on your desk, I tidied it up."

Zhou Qinglang pulled his schoolbag to Xia Wan to read, and put his own book on his desk.

"Pretend it, it would be a pity if you don't eat it."

Although Xia Wanshuang is not very clear about her attractiveness, she is not blind, and she also knows that there are boys who have a crush on her, but Xia Wanshuang always declines.

In her eyes, these teenagers are restless adolescent children, she can only look at them with the eyes of the elders, and will not be attracted at all.

Xia Wanshuang was really not attracted when she was young, so how could she be moved now.

"it is good."

Seeing that Xia Wanshuang didn't look unhappy or even curious, Zhou Qinglang felt happy.

Xia Wanshuang also received a greeting card during class break. The greeting card is not only a confession, but also a friend's heart. Xia Wanshuang is also well prepared and sends a greeting card to the girl who has a lot of contacts. In contrast, Zhou Qinglang is Rather cold, she only received one from a female classmate who taught her how to weave a scarf, and Zhou Qinglang also returned one to her.

Zhou Qinglang also prepared it for Xia Wanshuang, but he didn't plan to take it out now. Xia Wanshuang told her that the Christmas gift would be given to her in the evening when she went out in the morning, and Zhou Qinglang was also waiting for the evening.

Today is a special day, Lin Qiushui didn't have dinner with Xia Wanshuang and the others after school, but went to play with Qian Lan.

Zhou Qinglang didn't say that Lin Qiushui had forgotten her friends, she wished that Lin Qiushui would not be the light bulb.

There is a Christmas event at the city square tonight, Lin Qiushui and Qian Lan went there, Zhou Qinglang originally wanted to take Xia Wanshuang there, but Xia Wanshuang seemed to have caught a cold and sneezed several times, Zhou Qinglang couldn't bear the cold for her, he wished he could go home immediately and give Xia Wan a double drink of Radix Banlangen.

The street lights are like fire, and the night is heavy with frost.

Zhou Qinglang was riding a bicycle, Xia Wanshuang hugged her waist in the back seat and lowered her head, wearing a scarf, she was still shivering from the wind.

The breath that came out disappeared in the night like a white mist. When getting out of the car, Xia Wan stomped her feet, waiting for Zhou Qinglang to park the car.

When Zhou Qinglang walked out, he rubbed his hands specially to warm them up, and put them into Xia Wanshuang's pockets to keep her warm.

How cold is it this winter, Zhou Qinglang thought, holding her sister's hand, she was clearly extremely hot.

"Sister, many people have confessed their love today, and Lin Qiushui seems to have a good thing coming. What about you, what type do you like?"

Zhou Qinglang walked home holding Xia Wanshuang's hands, and couldn't help asking questions.

If she could ask, she would have a direction to work towards.

"It's older than me."

Xia Wanshuang replied casually, definitely not younger than this age.

Zhou Qinglang suddenly felt that this winter was so cold for such a rigid condition that was difficult to change.