Xia Zhuo folded the clothes that He Huizhen gave her today and put them in the closet in the room. They are very fashionable and popular among students, but she wears a school uniform all day long, so she can't use it.

She packed her things and walked out of the bedroom, when she heard footsteps in the corridor outside, which happened to stop at her door.

not moving.

In the middle of the night, men, women and children were mixed together in the tube building, so it was a bit scary to come out suddenly.

Xia Zhuo didn't say anything, waiting for the footsteps to leave.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and she just waited quietly for a few minutes.

The person at the door still didn't move.

Xia Zhuo couldn't help thinking about the gangsters who hid knives at the door in today's statement, and they only picked women living alone who didn't have much resistance.

Thinking of this, she unconsciously tightened her grip on the armrest of the sofa.

After all, it was the person at the door who couldn't hold his breath and called her, "Xia Zhuo."

The voice was familiar and unbeatable, it was Lu Fenghe.

Xia Zhuo let go, went to open the door, and said to the person at the door, "What do you want me to do?"

Perhaps because of the fright that was up and down just now, his tone of voice is a bit harsh now, sounding unfriendly at all.

Lu Fenghe stood at the door, suddenly he didn't know how to open his mouth again, did this girl eat firecrackers today, why did she speak so aggressively.

He was silent before he spoke, "Did I, what did I do to offend you?"

Xia Zhuo was startled slightly, shook his head and said, "No."

Her tone was serious, it didn't seem like she was telling a lie, Lu Fenghe's mind was even more confused after hearing this.

Xia Zhuo thought, maybe it's because what he just said didn't sound very nice.

Holding the doorknob in her hand, she raised her head slightly, "Then why are you standing at my door at night when you have nothing to do?"

She wanted to make up for herself, but when she said it, it sounded even more offensive.

Seems to be pissing him off on purpose.

She is really...not suitable for speaking today, the more she speaks, the more wrong she is, the darker her description becomes.

"Me." Lu Fenghe paused, with a slightly embarrassed expression, then nodded lightly, and said, "Sorry."

Xia Zhuo moved his lips, no, she didn't mean that.

Without making a sound, she saw the grievance and depression flashing in Lu Fenghe's eyes, and saw him lowering his eyes slightly, turning around and walking away in silence.

Xia Zhuo's last glance fell on the corner of the young man's pursed mouth.

After the person walked out for a few steps, she called out to the tall and thin figure, "Hello."

He didn't look back, as if he didn't hear.

Xia Zhuo held the door with his hand, followed him a step away, and saw that Lu Fenghe had already reached 306, opened the door skillfully, raised his foot and stepped in, without even looking this way the whole time.

It is completely out of a sense of indifference that the relatives do not recognize.

Xia Zhuo stood where he was and did not follow.

He should not be, angry.

Xia Zhuo has always been kind to others and has never offended anyone.

Seeing Lu Fenghe leave like that that night, she was still uneasy and felt weird.

She thought that when she met next time, she must speak clearly. She just said what was wrong that day, but she didn't mean to hate him.

But since that night, she hasn't seen him for more than ten days.

Every day when Xia Zhuo goes out, he deliberately looks at 306, but the door is always closed.

She couldn't help walking over several times and raised her hand, but she couldn't knock it down.

This kind of bickering thing was made clear at the time, and the more it was delayed, the more didn't know what to do.

The winter vacation is over halfway, and the Chinese New Year is coming soon.

Xia Jianjun called her early in the morning and said straight to the point, "Xia Zhuo, it's just two days away, the day after tomorrow is New Year's Eve, come back to celebrate the new year."

Although Xia Zhuo didn't really want to stay with Xia Jianjun, but after all it was Chinese New Year, she also agreed, "Okay, Dad."

Xia Jianjun seemed to be shopping in a supermarket, and the voice on the phone was noisy, mixed with the sound of the speaker for discounts and promotions.

Xia Jianjun asked her what she liked to eat, and she said it was fine, and then exchanged some simple greetings on the phone. In the end, Xia Jianjun was taken to a crowded place by the flow of people, and he couldn't hear her clearly, so he hung up first.

When the call ended, she held the phone in a daze for a while.

Lu Fenghe, has he also gone home for the New Year?

The more Xia Zhuo thinks about a little thing, the more annoying he gets. When he loses his phone, he throws himself on the sofa and buries his head in the pillow.

She didn't expect that she would never meet him again after that day.

This is all and what.

Xia Zhuo complained alone for a while, and finally packed a few things sullenly, ready to go home.

When she went out, she took a box of candy in her hand, which she bought in the supermarket yesterday.

New Year's gift box, the box is very beautiful.

Xia Zhuo locked the door and went to 306 with the gift box. She didn't knock on the door, but knelt down and put the box at his door. On the floor was a comprehensive notebook she had sorted out before.

And, she left a note.

When Lu Fenghe came home, he took two things in his hand, a box of candy and a notebook.

Both Song Wan and Lu Yuanjiang were there, and he went straight to the bedroom after entering the door to say hello.

He had dinner outside today, and when he went back to Tongzilou, he saw this placed in front of his house. Tang didn't write his name, but he wrote it in his notes.

Turning to the first page, there is a neat line of small characters: Wen Zong Note Xia Zhuo.

There is a piece of paper between the candy box and the notes, with neat edges and neat words.

The note says:

I wish you a happy new year in advance, you can read the notes first, and eat the sugar too.

The person who put the note seemed to write in a panic and haste, not even a name was left on the note.

If it wasn't for the name of this notebook, he would have no idea who gave it to him.

Lu Fenghe leaned on the soft chair, tilted his head slightly, and stepped on the horizontal bar under the table idly, holding the note in his hand and reading it several times.

I haven't run into her when go out for the past few days, and naturally there is no chat on WeChat.

Although don't know why, felt that people didn't like talking to him that day, so he didn't continue to lick his face to be annoying.

So what do the sugar and notes mean today?

Except for mathematics, Lu Fenghe's mind is so rigid in other areas, he goes straight and doesn't know how to turn.

He took something from someone else, out of emotion and reason, he opened WeChat and replied on it.

L: "Got it."

L: "Happy New Year."

When Xia Zhuo saw the news, he replied with a small expression of a rabbit.

He accepted the candy, so he shouldn't be angry.

When Xia Zhuo returns home, he still routinely takes a look at the twelfth floor opposite before going to bed every day.

That window is always on, like a nail house fighting against the moon.

Until the day before New Year's Eve, Xia Zhuo opened the curtains unintentionally and swept over. The twelfth floor opposite was not lit today.

This is the first time in half a year.

New Year's Eve.

Xia Zhuo took a pair of couplets and went to Tongzilou, thinking of posting the 302 side as well. In the past, He Huizhen used to say that as long as it is where you live, you must post couplets during the New Year, otherwise the gods will not see them, and you will not be blessed in the coming yearof.

Usually it's okay, but this year she is going to take the college entrance examination, and she wants to take advantage of this superstition.

Xia Zhuo is now holding the couplet, glued it on, and raised his hand only to realize that he is not tall enough to stick to the top that is flush with the door frame.

She padded her feet with difficulty again, trying to see if she could reach it.

Suddenly, a shadow approached behind him, and at the same time, a gust of cold wind swept over him.

A faint laziness came from the top of his head.

"Give me."

Xia Zhuo didn't use any strength in his hand, so he took it away with a single stroke.

The hand with sharp knuckles was holding the top of the couplet, and the person asked again, "Is it on the right?"

Xia Zhuo nodded and said, "Yes."

He stuck it easily, flush with the top of the door frame, Xia Zhuo looked over and naturally landed on his hand, there was an obvious scar on his index finger.

This kind of scar can be seen at a glance.

The wound on his hand eventually went to stitches.

Lu Fenghe stretched out his hand after posting it, and asked her quite naturally, "Left."

Xia Zhuo withdrew his gaze, let out an "oh" in a daze, and gave him the couplet on the other side.

The person behind was too lazy to move, only moved half a step, raised his hand to stick the couplet to the wall, and then leaned forward, as if he was encircling her in front of him.

The distance shortened, and Xia Zhuo caught off guard the cold and clear scent from him, Xia Zhuo was very hopeless, and his ears turned red.

After he posted the couplets, Xia Zhuo had nothing to say, and broke the deadlock, "You go out and spray some perfume."

This is not the first time someone asked this question, and Lu Fenghe was no stranger to it, "I often light incense at home, and the whole house smells like this, and it can't go away."

Ms. Song likes incense, and also likes to light incense, especially a certain kind, which has a very mild taste.

He probably smelled too much and was immune to this smell, and usually couldn't smell it.

But as soon as he left home, Chen Chaoyang would say, "Your mother lit incense again."

Xia Zhuo looked at him, and asked cautiously, "Are you... angry these few days?"

After the couplet was posted, the others naturally took half a step back, "Why do you ask that?"

"The more I said that day, the more wrong I said, the tone was not good, I didn't mean to be so aggressive." Xia Zhuo said more and more quietly, "Then you just left like that, I thought..."

"No." Lu Fenghe stood on the spot, looking at her with dark eyes, "I still think that if you don't want to talk to me, it's not annoying."

He's never been the type to rush to do something.

Just now when came up and saw that she couldn't reach her posting couplets, thought to pretend didn't see it and walk over, since people might not be willing to ask him to help.

If he said it, people would politely say no, once or twice, it would be really boring.

But for the first time when passing by, he still said that sentence, give it to me.

In the final analysis, he was still catching up.

"I'm very happy to talk to you." Xia Zhuo smiled at him, and gave him the banner, holding it with both hands, "I'll trouble you, please help me post it again."

Lu Fenghe took a look at the thing she handed over, and wrote four words across it, blessing the world.

There are two small pockets on the left and right of her clothes, and scissors, tape, and all kinds of messy things are stuffed inside, like a portable toolbox.

Lu Fenghe took a roll of tape from her pocket, pulled off two horizontal stickers, and said in a casual tone, "I just came over and said, give me the couplet, if you refuse as politely as before, I think I will really be angry.”

Xia Zhuo suddenly remembered that he had mentioned this question before, and asked her why she was always so polite.

Now that the two things came together, she realized that he didn't like her very much.

Sometimes too much politeness among friends can make people feel uncomfortable.

Unless she didn't consider him a friend at all.

Xia Zhuo looked at him seriously, taking advantage of today's special day to get rid of the old and welcome the new, get rid of this bad habit, "It won't happen in the future."

She paused, and then said again, "Today's New Year's Eve, the unhappy things before will never happen again next year."

Lu Fenghe tilted the "Fu Man Ren Jian" in his hand, lifted it up again, aligned it and pasted it again, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, but on the surface he still looked like a nonchalant bastard.

Nodding his chin, he said lightly, "Yeah."

With the tape in his hand, he didn't have the heart to stuff it back into her overwhelmed little pocket, and returned to the subject, "So, why did you look at me like a scumbag that day."

She didn't think about it for a moment, "Huh?"

Someone said stubbornly, "Don't play dumb."

Xia Zhuo thought for a while, then hesitated and said rather pertinently, "I just... that is, that day I suddenly felt that you are a little messy in your daily affairs."

A laugh escaped his lips, he leaned lazily aside, looked at her and asked, "What about now?"

Xia Zhuo was so serious that no one would doubt the authenticity of these words, "After thinking about it, it doesn't seem to be counted."

How can this be regarded as promiscuous.

Lu Fenghe put his arms on the protective fence behind, and raised his chin at her, "At most, I'm provoking you."

The author has something to say:

Lu Fenghe: It's over, the wind reviewer was killed.

Xia Zhuo:!!!What kind of gossip is this.