"Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way... "
A Christmas tree was placed in front of the No.6 Middle School's canteen, and Christmas ballads were playing in the shop. The Christmas tree was shining with colorful lights and Santa’s socks. Li Fangqun disagreed and said, "Chinese, what foreign festivals do you have? What do you get fancy things like. For our generation, it’s called Chongyang and foreigners. Do you know that? ?"
There was a burst of laughter in the classroom.
Li Fangqun also laughed: "However, maybe it's really your teacher, I'm old-fashioned, and I don't understand you young people. Your English teachers are young and trendy, and you should like this kind of festival a lot."
The English teacher who was occupied said she was wronged.
Chen Feifei looked at Bei Yao's drawer in amazement when she was studying on her own in the first night of the next period: "My God, Yaoyao, how many greeting cards have you received!"
Her voice was not small, and many of the classmates looked over, then covered their mouths and laughed.
Bei Yao said awkwardly: "Feifei, keep your voice down."
There are so many thin Christmas cards that are piled up to the height of ten books. From grade one to grade three, from boys to girls in this class. Everyone likes Beiyao so much that Beiyao's desk is full on a festival that can send greeting cards in a fair manner.
Some cards are exquisitely made, and it is said that they cost about ten yuan a piece. It can also play music when taken apart, and some are three-dimensional.
Wu Mo squinted his eyes, and put the three greeting cards he had received into the book, feeling uncomfortable. Compared with other people's, her three sheets are just like nothing.
Chen Feifei was both amazed and envious: "If only I could receive so many greeting cards."
Bei Yao immersed herself in writing in return.
Relations between courtesy and reciprocity are fundamental, and it is impossible to accept other people's greeting cards without showing them. After buying clothes for Bei Jun last time, all her pocket money was used to buy greeting cards. They are not expensive, they are all for one dollar. Bei Yao wrote greeting cards to every lovely girl.
Although her greeting cards are not expensive, the congratulatory messages are very attentive, and everyone’s blessing is unique.
As for the boys, they certainly can’t be returned. If they were given away, it would be terrible. No matter who gave them away, the scandals of schoolgirls' premature love on campus should be all over the sky tomorrow.
In the greeting card, there is one by Fang Minjun.
Fang Minjun is in Class 8 and his grades are pretty good.
Without the aura of Chang Xue this year, Fang Minjun lived peacefully by himself, but he was actually much happier. The discords of young people have melted into a heavy snow.
Bei Yao wrote the greeting cards one by one, and left one, which she was going to write to Pei Chuan.
But the last kiss made the girl feel so ashamed that this card was still blank after writing everyone's.
The self-study tonight is for the English teacher. Because the English teacher has something at home, Li Fangqun, the head teacher, took up one class, and the physics teacher came to take another one. During the third night of self-study, the English class representative quietly announced: "The English teacher is not coming tonight. Let's have a happy Christmas!"
There was a burst of suppressed cheers in the classroom, and the sixth class's luck was really good.
Qin Shi also seized the opportunity to make money and organized a Christmas theme meeting specially.
Unlike the small-fashioned Christmas tree in the Sixth Middle School's commissary, Qing Shi didn't know where to get a big pine tree, dotted with stars, like stars falling from mortal dust, very luxurious and beautiful.
It was originally Saturday night, and tomorrow was a holiday. The students either sneaked out or were taken off the holiday.
Bei Yao, Chen Feifei and the others also came to the world to watch the excitement.
In the pocket of her school uniform, she carried the card without a word.
Chen Feifei said, "Oh, dear, this tree is so valuable. The gifts and gift boxes hanging on it are all real, right?"
Beiyao then raised her eyes and looked up.
The colorful lights were falling apart, and there were a large number of fake snowflakes hanging in the sky.
Pei Chuan is looking at her in the painting.
Bei Yao's roommate is holding her hand, and the girl's liveliness and cuteness make the world lively.
Pei Chuan lit a cigarette, and Jin Yang and the others were picking gifts from the tree.
This is something wealthy talents with cheap hands dared to do-if you pick it up, you will have to take it away at three times the price.
A girl who took off her school uniform came over: "Pei Chuan."
Pei Chuan looked away from Bei Yao, he leaned under the tree, his eyes were cold, and when he approached him, he felt the coldness of a winter night.
Wu Mo said: "It's a coincidence to meet you here, Merry Christmas, can you accept my greeting card?"
Pei Chuan's pupils were dark, and there was no joy or anger.
Wu Mo plucked up the courage, her voice was a little louder, and said, "I, I don't mind your previous rumors and family background. It doesn't matter if you don't have money, and I really appreciate you very much."
Pei Chuan sneered slightly.
Wu Mo didn't understand what he meant. Last time the school was spreading that Pei Chuan was not a particularly rich person. His family was just an ordinary well-off family and even had a stepsister. Wu Mochu was shocked when he heard the news, and he was still a little awkward and disappointed. It turned out that he was not the rich second generation.
But in a moment she thought again, Pei Chuan definitely needs someone to accompany him at this time. If she shows that she doesn't mind the rumors, will he be very moved
Thinking like this, Wu Mo happened to see Pei Chuan smoking a cigarette in a corner out of the light, and came over.
Pei Chuan said, "Like me?"
Wu Mo's face turned red all at once. She knew that Pei Chuan was speaking directly, but this... also made people very embarrassed. She nodded: "I am sincere."
Pei Chuan's smile faded suddenly: "So, were you playing laozi last time?"
Deliberately stimulating him to care about Han Zhen and revealing false information, Bei Yao was moved by Han Zhen's heart.
Wu Mo didn't expect Pei Chuan to guess the key with a casual sentence. Her face turned pale: "No, no, Bei Yao, she does like Han Zhen a little bit, she said to me personally. Isn't it Christmas today? She also received a gift from Han Zhen. I didn't lie to you."
Pei Chuan's eyes were dark: "Shut up, who she likes, who likes her, it's my business."
Wu Mo was not sure what he meant.
However, Pei Chuan hated this woman very much, and only Ding Wenxiang likes this kind of despicable and thoughtful stuff.
"Reach out."
Wu Mo's heart was pounding, and she stretched out her hand.
Pei Chuan's index finger flicked lightly, and the soot with sparks fell on her palm, making Wu Mo scream from the heat.
"you you… "
Pei Chuan said, "Go away, don't bother me."
Wu Mo was a little afraid of him, but he felt that this man was different from Ding Wenxiang's pretentious and elegant temperament, and had a different kind of seductive and seductive power. She said with red eyes, "I am sincere."
Pei Chuan was very impatient: "Sure, eat the cigarette butts, I believe you."
The fire was shining, and the boy's pupils were cold. Wu Mo said, "Even if you really like it, how can someone be willing to swallow it?"
Pei Chuan didn't say a word, there was no smile in his eyes.
How is it possible, how is it possible that no one wants.
At least someone else makes an excessive request, and he will follow it.
Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Wu Mo didn't dare to provoke him, so he ran away.
Not far away, Bei Yao pursed her lips, her cheeks bulging unhappily. Zheng Hang said, "This is for you. Your name is Bei Yao, right?"
Bei Yao sat on the stone steps and watched Wu Mo leave Pei Chuan.
She couldn't hear what they were saying, but it was dull for no reason.
Hearing Zheng Hang talking, she turned her head.
The porcelain white face is pure and pure, with a bit of girlish innocence and moving. Her low eyes are a twinkling star light. Just picked it off from the Christmas tree.
Bei Yao shook her head: "Thank you, I don't want this."
Chen Feifei liked the star lights very much, but Bei Yao refused, and she didn't give it to herself, so her eyes were longing, but she didn't say anything.
Zheng Hang was very generous when he saw Bei Yao's eyes: "Do you like this light? Give it to you."
Chen Feifei was very happy: "Thank you!" After all, she was a little embarrassed to accept others' things.
Zheng Hang said, "You're welcome, is it fate to meet? Do you still have a favorite lamp?"
Chen Feifei turned her head, only to find that Bei Yao beside her had disappeared.
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Bei Yao bypassed the colored lights and lowered, patted the snow on the top of her hair. With her hand in her pocket, the card was extremely hot.
Bei Yao was not happy with the scene she just saw, and she didn't know what emotion she was.
It's like suddenly discovering that a person I don't like is always close to the person I care about. It makes people feel bored, but at a loss that can't vent.
She walked toward the corner, and she smelled a very light smoke in the wings of her nose.
She walked in, away from the noisy crowd. It was dark here, but I could vaguely see the cold outline of the boy when I lifted my eyes.
Pei Chuan lowered his eyes and met her bright eyes in the night.
In such a bleak place, her apricot eyes were still bright as stars and water grapes.
This is the first time the two have met since the last time they kissed their faces.
He leaned so close to her, and his left hand holding the cigarette dropped.
The bright spot will be particularly obvious in the dark, his hand tightened, and quietly extinguished the cigarette with his fingertips.
The two were speechless for a while.
Bei Yao is shy and annoyed, but Pei Chuan is...
She is charming and small, but she stands right at the exit of the big tree in the corner.
Pei Chuan knew that he smelled like smoke and was a little uncomfortable. He frowned: "Ran."
Listen! What annoying tone is this!
The little hand in her pocket squeezed the greeting card. I don't want to give it to him anymore.
She stood still, aggrieved and at a loss.
Pei Chuan looked at her, and it was inevitable that there were ripples in his heart, bitterness and sweetness were intertwined repeatedly, it seemed that people would be born and die in such extreme emotions.
His voice was slightly mute, but he didn't know that he hadn't consciously lowered his tone a few times: "What's the matter with you? Is something wrong?"
Bei Yao's cheeks slowly turned red.
Ah... She really seems to be fine. She originally wanted to give him the greeting card if she could meet Pei Chuan when she came out. If you don't meet Pei Chuan, then forget it.
But seeing Wu Mo, the boredom of the autumn marathon came again.
Didn't she tell Pei Chuan everything about Wu Mo
Bei Yao is actually still curious. I kissed you in the hospital that day. How do you feel? Is what is said on the Internet true? A gentle kiss will make you hormones overflowing, and you will feel so excited that you are about to die
Pei Chuan couldn't see her reddish cheeks, only the pretty outline, and the clear and wet eyes in the dark, which were extremely painful.
The atmosphere was a little embarrassing, Bei Yao whispered: "I'm not feeling well..."
He frowned subconsciously: "Where is it uncomfortable?"
In my heart, it's weird.
However, she knew subconsciously that this seemed not very good.
If she really likes Pei Chuan a little bit, does he like her? Do you really hate the stupid thing she did with a hot head that day
She said, "Um... dizzy."
Pei Chuan pursed his lips, he felt a bit unspeakable bitterness in his heart. This is someone else's baby. He only agreed yesterday that his parents should stay away from her and don't let the baby get dirty, but seeing her walking over today, he couldn't help but a little hope arose in his heart.
He just wanted to talk to her and didn't think about anything else.
Bei Yao took out the courage to break the boat and said softly: "Can I rely on it?"
She inferred from other things, took a step forward, and tentatively tentatively pressed her small head against his chest.
Only this high, there is no way.
The night was quiet, heavy snow fell on the vigorous branches and leaves of the evergreen trees, and the girl under the tree lightly leaned her forehead against his chest.
The young man's muscles tightened almost instantly, as if he had been given a hold magic, unable to move.
Under the place she was leaning against, were his ribs and his heart.
He had two hands, one still wrapped in a bandage, the other with a cigarette butt hidden, and he let her lean stiffly.
She must have heard his violent heartbeat, right
The boy has a warm chest, which is strange. For a person with a bad temper and cold temper, his body temperature is always very high. The girl put her head in his arms and quietly felt his heartbeat.
But to her surprise, his heartbeat can no longer be described by frequency, but intensifies little by little, so powerful that it trembles.
When it was over, Bei Yao was a little bit at a loss, and she really made her head dizzy.
He was muscular, and he was shy in hindsight, making her ears red.
Pei Chuan gritted his teeth, anyhow still remembering what he promised Aunt Zhao yesterday. They had already ignored the friendship of the past ten years and knew that they were about to give him the property, so they begged him to let their daughter go.
He said, "Are you better?"
The girl timidly said: "No, it seems to be still, still dizzy."
Pei Chuan collapsed in an instant.
How did Aunt Zhao teach her baby!