It Was The Most Unscrupulous Bloom That Year.

University, a big school, empty, girl's heart sometimes has no whereabouts, only feel empty, like a blue sky, a few white clouds, calm and peaceful but also monotonous.

The boy can always detect her loss. She often runs her to the library. Sometimes she finds a chicken soup for her. Sometimes it is a beautiful English. She knows that he wants to comfort her and encourage her.

Sometimes she would run to the boy's college and have lessons with him, listening to the teacher in the outer space telling the book of heaven, listening to her voice and biting her fingers.

He knew it was her little habit. Once he was bored, he would bite his fingers. He would quietly pass it to the girl's favorite cartoon in the high school, "ah Hai". When she looked at it, she would laugh, her face red and pink.

The flowers are mutually interesting.

He is angry, likes sports, does not like to eat small tomatoes, when he loses, he empties his mind. He does not like being disturbed when he is in a daze. He likes white. When he is angry, he does not speak. When he is bored, he bites his fingers. When he loses, he will not cry.

They are familiar with each other's little habits, small oddities, dreams and deepest loneliness. What do they know? Boys do not know but practice.

The autumn wind is still strong, but the girl's heart is full of flowers.

If one day, the boy is shooting his own life alone, it means he is in a bad mood. He is deeply lost.

She would say nothing, sit quietly, and concentrate on his every move, but her hands were still at a loss, and she kept rubbing them.

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When he recovered his mood, he told him that his favorite was morning glory, blue and purple, though weak but always holding up.

He liked Hibiscus wood. The girl thought in her heart that she felt a little guilty.

The young time is full, but the rush is too busy.

Fortunately, everything is still in time.

"Let's go and see it!" "well, I just wanted to say."

At the end of the week, she came, wearing a shy color of Hibiscus, and her heart was shining like a hibiscus flower.

"How about you?" the boy asked, "I just want to have a nice little nest. I can see a small flower outside. When I push the window open, I can see them flourishing. I can smell the scent of flowers and see the blue sky. It's enough for you to live in it."

The boy did not speak. He tilted his body slightly and leaned his head on the girl's head.