It was the first heavy snowfall this winter, and the flying snowflakes were flying in the air all afternoon, with no intention of stopping until school was over.
"Xiao Man'er, how about you go to my house for dinner? Then I will take you home?"
Nursery Rhyme asked her deskmate while packing her schoolbag.
"No," Qin Xiaoman felt that it would be outrageous to ask someone to go all the way to see her off in this weather. "My mother will be able to go home after get off work."
"What's wrong with you lately? You're always misplaced. You didn't pack your textbook in math class yesterday, and you even forgot to bring your keys when you went out today. Next time, you'll forget about yourself at home." The nursery rhyme kept nagging.
Qin Xiaoman smiled absently,
"Yes, I was afraid of being late when I went out, so I forgot to pick up my keys in a hurry. It doesn't matter, I was just reading in the classroom anyway, and time passed very quickly."
The classroom is very quiet, other students have already gone home from school.
Qin Xiaoman was sitting by the window, but unusually she did not open a book to read, but looked at the falling snowflakes outside the window, like catkins, reed flowers, and dandelions dancing in the wind, hitting her face with a cold feeling.
The feeling disappeared in an instant.
The wind caught in the snow blew on the face, making people breathless, with a fresh and cold breath. In the cool wind blowing the first snow, Qin Xiaoman suddenly felt that his mood was a little confused.
A certain corner in her heart collapsed at this moment; there was a trace of fear and a trace of hope; she was a little afraid to touch it.
Young years always bring endless emotion to people. She knows Pandora's box and also knows that the box is full of fatal charm. Once opened, there is no way to escape.
She is willing to spend her sixteen years waiting quietly, silently, waiting for the flowers to bloom; guarding her mood, so that when the flowers bloom, there will be a gorgeous interpretation of the meaning of life.
Maybe it was the tragic self-pity that made this girl miss her usual caution, maybe God destined this first snow to be extraordinary, in short, no matter what the reason was, when Qin Xiaoman walked down from the teaching building
The moment she collapsed on the steps covered with snowflakes, Yan Zisong happened to appear in front of her.
There was a heartbreaking pain in his left foot. Qin Xiaoman held his ankle and grinned in pain.
"How are you?" Yan Zisong stepped forward quickly and asked in a deep voice.
Qin Xiaoman completely forgot about his thoughts flying in the past second. All his feelings were concentrated on the twisted ankle. He broke out in cold sweat. He didn't even notice who was asking the question. He said something tremblingly.
,
"It hurts here..."
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