"...... Sister."

Christmas was not a weekend this year, and it was so close to finals that on Christmas Eve, the class group was swept up by a document sent by the professor.

Jing Huan scanned the documents, downloaded them all to his cell phone, and pushed open the closet in front of him.

When I looked at my cell phone again, there were about ten messages on the dorm room's discussion group.

Lu Wenhao: How can I memorize so many documents?

Gao Zixiang : I don't even have enough memory on my phone.

Lu Wenhao: Oh, what kind of crappy cell phone? I suggest throwing it away.

Gao Zixiang ：It's hyperbole! Are you still in the library?

Lu Wenhao: Uh, what for? Don't ask me to pack you any more hot pot, I waited in line for you for half an hour yesterday.

Gao Zixiang ：Oh no, I meant for you to come back later today.

Lu Wenhao: ？？？？

Gao Zixiang: I'm going to have a video with my girlfriend later. [Shy]

Lu Wenhao: [vomiting] [vomiting] [middle finger]

Lu Wenhao: OK, I'm going to find Huanhuan for dinner, so you can starve to death in the dormitory by yourself @ Jing Huan Ya

Jing Huan scanned through the messages, thought for a moment, and lifted his cell phone to take a picture of himself in the mirror.

Jing Huan 呀：[Photo] How about this outfit?

Lu Wenhao: ......

Gao Zixiang: ?

Lu Wenhao: What are you doing, you're a whore.

Jing Huan 呀：You just say handsome or not and that's the end of it.

Lu Wenhao: Oh, it's average, your normal level.

Jing Huan 呀：[Photo] What about this set?

Lu Wenhao:?

Jing Huan has changed three sets, and the group members all said it was average.

He sulked for a moment and walked to the foyer to put on his coolest style and most expensive shoes.

Jing Huan: [picture]

Lu Wenhao ：[Thumbs]Universe first handsome.

Gao Zixiang ：[Flower]Suggestions for debut.

Jing Huan understands, these two are just vulgar.

He took his shoes off in two swipes and lay down on the couch ready to brush up on his Twitter feed for a while.

Lu Wenhao: @ Jing Huan, is the handsome guy here? What are your plans for Christmas this year?

Jing Huan 🙂 Yikes: I don't know, what do you suggest?

Lu Wenhao ：I heard that there is a HelloKitty theme restaurant nearby, the theme is not important, the important thing is that the box is good, I saw the picture, but also quite romantic.

Gao Zixiang: Are you okay? It's not like you're going with your girlfriend, what's so romantic about it? Let's go eat roasted sheep, I'm craving for it again.

Jing Huan did not reply, using the APP search Lu Wenhao said the theme restaurant, the box is really good, decoration fancy, it seems to be used to earn couples money.

Okay, you got it.

He moved his finger and sent the store a reservation invitation.

Lu Wenhao: @ Jing Huan Where is Jingjing? It's Christmas tomorrow. If we don't hurry up, there won't be any room anywhere.

Jing Huan 🙂 Yikes: what how?

Lu Wenhao: Roasted Lamb or HelloKitty?

Jing Huan Yikes: Whatever you guys want.

Lu Wenhao: OK, let's discuss it tonight.

Jing Huan: I'm not spending time with you guys anyway.

Gao Zixiang:?

Lu Wenhao:?

One word stirred up a thousand waves, Jing Huan changed his clothes down the work, the discussion group has 99 +, of which more than 20 are @ him.

Jing Huan laughed and didn't reply or look at it, he was just idle and had to say something in the group.

But more specifically he certainly wouldn't say, so he simply pretended that people weren't there.

Tucking her clothes into the outermost layer of her closet, Jing Huan sits down in front of her computer and slowly savors this long-lost emotion.

It's like when he was a kid, when he was five or six years old, the thing he looked forward to most on New Year's Eve was wearing new clothes to meet people.

The cell phone rings and Jing Huan picks it up again.

Toward: Just got out of class.

Jing Huan 🙂 Yay: I just woke up too.

Toward: Uh-huh.

Toward: What is your favorite cuisine?

Toward: except cassoulet.

Jing Huan 🙂 Yay: It's all good, I'm not much of a picky eater. What's wrong?

To: Trying to book a restaurant in advance.

Jing Huan lifted the corners of his mouth and smiled.

What to say about this feeling of two people both looking forward to meeting ......

It's kinda fresh and exciting.

Jing Huan 🙂 Yay: I've already ordered it, but I'm kind of regretting it now.

Toward: Hmm?

Jing Huan: That restaurant is decorated a bit flowery and doesn't seem to be suitable for two big men.

But it's good for couples, Jing Huan added silently in her heart.

That night, five minutes after parting with Huaizhi, Jing Huan realized.

It used to be that he didn't get it; after all, it's pretty tough for someone who's never been in a relationship to realize that he's attracted to the same sex.

It's just that once it was recognized, a lot of thoughts popped up one by one.

Like, for example, he wants an identity where he and Xiang Huaizhi are legitimately holding hands, going home, and kissing.

His thoughts rambled and he didn't come back to his senses until his cell phone rang.

Toward: Well, as much as you like.

Love it.

Jing Huan thought about it, threw the copy of the exam focus in front of him to the side, and picked up his cell phone to shoot the computer screen.

Jing Huan: Xiang Jing I fed it today, it's full of nutrients, don't feed it when you come back tonight.

Xiang Jing, where is his father?

Jing Huan's heart skipped a beat.

Jing Huan 🙂 Yikes: huh?

Toward: Has his dad's routine been done yet?

Jing Huan 呀：......

Jing Huan: No, I'll wait for Xiang Jing's mom to come back and take me to do it.

To:?

Jing Huan hadn't even had time to retract the goofy grin on his face when the video call to Huaizhi popped up.

The video picks up and Xiang Huaizhi hangs his head slightly, behind him are bare branches and snow piled on top of them.

The last time Lu Wenhao was photographed from this angle, Gao Zixiang used it as his WeChat avatar, and the scene got so heated that Jing Huan almost couldn't stop him.

Looking at Xiang Huaizhi's face, Jing Huan suddenly felt that he was not the most handsome man in the universe.

"How's the memorization going?" Asked Huaizhi.

"......" Jing Huan's smile was all but gone, "Why bring that up!"

Say to Huaizhi, "I'm afraid you'll fail."

"Just hang it, big deal, retake it." Jing Huan skimmed his lips, "That's what you popped the video in to tell me, huh?"

"No." Said to Huaizhi.

After raising and lowering her eyes to Huaizhi, back and forth a few times, she let out a very soft laugh, "Just looking."

Look who.

Jing Huan. Fucking hell. Trying to giggle again.

Good thing it was video, he leaned back and out of camera range, then reached up and covered his face.

I don't know how long it took him to squeeze a stiff "Oh" out of his fingers.

-

It didn't snow on Christmas Day.

Jing Huan stared in front of the mirror for half a day and re-tied the scarf before leaving the house.

The last time he'd looked so stinkin' good in the mirror had been when he'd been on stage in grade school.

Jing Huan Although parents are always busy with their own, but still quite ritualistic about life, such as both birthdays, or wedding anniversaries, engagement anniversaries ...... two people will meet, more than twenty years, year after year.

Jing Huan feels that she is also influenced by them.

He walked into the florist store, which was so fragrant that it tickled his nose a little.

"Hello, what can I get you." The shopkeeper was a man, wearing gold-rimmed glasses with an elegant demeanor.

Jing Huan was a little embarrassed, he had never been in a flower store before, "Hello, wrap me a bouquet of roses."

Last time I was at the movie theater, I saw that Mukai Huaizhi seemed to like roses.

"What kind of rose are you looking for?" The shopkeeper quoted numerous types of roses out in one breath.

Jing Huan got a headache from listening and simply said, "For the roses used for confessions, just wrap me the simplest kind."

When he finished, he thought of something else: "Forget it, not a bunch, it's too big to ......"

Seeing him hesitate for half a day, the shopkeeper smiled, "Nine of them, it means good, the first few boys also bought nine."

Jing Huan then left the flower store with a paper bag containing nine roses.

The store helped him pack it so well that just from the outside, you couldn't tell what was put inside.

Jing Huan also glanced into the store as they passed by Sha Xian Snacks, about ten minutes before their appointment.

He withdrew his hand from trying to send a message to Huaizhi.

Before we reached the appointment, Jing Huan saw Xiang Huaizhi standing at the back door in a short black jacket, playing with his cell phone.

To Huaizhi, I rejected a Christmas invitation from a classmate and returned to see the message I had just received.

Jing Huan yah: where are you?

Toward: what's going on.

Jing Huan 🙂 Yikes: I might not get there until later.

Toward: Well, there's no rush.

Jing Huan 🙂 Yikes: you're not there already, are you?

I typed "no" to Huaizhi, and before I could send it out, a head came up beside me.

"How do you cheat?" Jing Huan asked, stifling a laugh.

To Huaizhi, his fingertips lolled, and then he locked the screen on his phone, "Who cheated first?"

"Me." Jing Huan stood up straight and responded with a straight face.

The reservation with the restaurant was for six o'clock sharp, and now both of them were early, so they had to hang around for a while before going in.

"It smells good." Passing by that Shaxian restaurant again, Jing Huan couldn't help but say, "I want to eat it."

"Another time," to Huaizhi dropping her eyes, "What's in your hand?"

"Can't say yet," Jing Huan switched sides and moved the bag out of sight toward Huaizhi, "It's good stuff anyway."

As the sky darkens, I don't know which store is playing "Jingle Bells", and the streets are filled with pedestrians in pairs, mostly couples, with a festive atmosphere.

They walked in the middle of the crowd, not at all out of place.

Walking out for a while, I saw that a certain store in front of me was full of people, and the store was plastered with pink wallpaper with bunnies with different expressions drawn on it. When I got closer, it was a crane machine store that had just opened.

When the store was renovated last year, Lu Wenhao said that opening a crane machine store in this remote place would surely lead to closure in half a year.

In hindsight, Lu Wenhao may not have had much business sense.

Noticing his gaze, Xiang Huaizhi swept the store with his remaining light and pondered for a moment before asking him, "You want to play?"

Of course I don't want to.

He's just playing with a mannequin number, he's not really a girl, he's not interested in dolls at all - my ass.

Shit, this store actually has a doll machine around Ninjaman!

Inside the machine lies little Xiang Jing with two tentacles.

Two minutes later, Jing Huan exchanged twenty dollars in coins and got in line behind the crane machine.

The crane machine store was small and the line was packed with people, each clutching a bag of coins.

The girl in front of me had a frustrated look on her face because she couldn't get on the hook several times and was pouting to her boyfriend.

The boy hurriedly took her in his arms, "It's okay baby, my husband will go buy you another fifty coins, wait for me."

Jing Huan immediately turned into a subway old man face.

Welp.

These people are so tired of being in love.

At that moment, the back of his hand pressed against a soft, hot object. Before he could react, his hand was taken.

Jing Huan turned around to look to Huaizhi, who looked as normal as ever and asked him sideways, "Which doll do you want to catch?"

"Little Xiang Jing." Jing Huan said.

The corner of her mouth lifted imperceptibly to Huaizhi, "Uh-huh."

The store was crowded, and they took advantage of the crowds to hold hands and speak in whispers that no one else could understand.

Jing Huan's ears were hot, and he suspected his palms were oozing sweat, but he wasn't quite ready to let go.

Jing Huan used only twelve coins to hook up with little Xiang Jing, and the remaining eight coins he gave to the girl who was pampering her boyfriend earlier.

At the end of the day, they were glared out of the crane store by the girl's boyfriend.

"He doesn't think I'm hitting on his girlfriend, does he?" Jing Huan asked with a slight pause in her footsteps, as an afterthought.

To Huaizhi: "It should be."

"I'm crazy to ......."

It's what makes you hit on other girls in front of your future boyfriend.

Jing Huan didn't say the last word.

There's no rush for the eight characters yet.

A cool breeze blew over, and the stifling heat of the party subsided a bit.

Jing Huan lifted little Xiang Jing up and just wanted to give it to her future boyfriend when the cell phone in her pocket suddenly rang.

Jing Huan glanced at the caller and was slightly startled, the doll in her hand unconsciously dropping a few points.

Before he had a chance to answer the phone, he heard a rush of footsteps in front of him.

A pretty woman with long curly hair trotted toward him, wearing a beige trench coat, the half-skirt showing underneath swaying gently as she moved.

The woman jumped straight into Jing Huan's arms and gave him a big hug, the smell of her nice perfume drilling into both of their nostrils.

"Huanhuan!" the woman said with a dainty smile as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "Surprise!"

The force of the woman's lunge was not heavy, but it knocked Jing Huan silly.

It took him a long time to respond as he carried the bag with the roses in his left hand and the little Xiang Jing muppet in his right.

He froze for a moment before he finally found his voice and called out in a low voice, "...... Sister."