• It seemed that the tissue could not clean his hands, so Qi Ming walked to the sink behind the playground.
• 
• There is still no one here.
• 　Qi Ming turned on the faucet and put his hand in the cold water.
• Above his head were slowly moving leaden clouds.
• It's about to snow for the second time this winter.
• 

  yiyao

  Qi Ming? Why are you alone in the playground on such a cold day?
• Yi Yao trotted over to see what was going on with Qi Ming.
• The faucets were lined up. Water dripped sporadically.
• Qi Ming rolled up his sleeves and connected the lunch box he brought with him to the faucet. Not only his hands, but his whole heart felt cold to the bone. He couldn't help but give a "ah" sound. He wanted to withdraw his hand but with some stubbornness, refused to do that.
• Qi Ming, who is especially well protected by his family, didn't even wash his lunch box himself in high school.
• Since Yi Yao can do it all year round, so can he.
• Thinking so, almost masochistic, he put his hand in the cold water.
• Only then did I know that what looked easy turned out to be so painful.
• 

  yiyao

  Qi Ming?
• 

  qiming

  Yi Yao... I didn't even notice, why are you here?
• 

  yiyao

  It's a little thing. I was in the study room, but now I'm going to the administration building.
• 

  yiyao

  As a result, I saw you when I passed by the playground.
• 

  yiyao

  Washing the lunch box?
• 

  yiyao

  In other words, we can't use our own lunch box in the university cafeteria.
• 

  qiming

  Ah... really.
• 

  qiming

  I'm used to it.
• Yi Yao is not a habit of nature.
• Yi Yao stretched out his hand, took over his lunch box, and began to wash it with water.
• Qi Ming looked at her hand scrubbing the lunch box. There were no nails that girls like to keep, and they were not as white and smooth as other girls after careful maintenance. There was also a red frostbite on her little finger, and a small opening was cracked.
• He watched her quietly wipe Qi Ming's stainless steel lunch box, as if an unknown place in her chest suddenly rolled into a stone and rolled to an unknown corner.
• Then a faint sound came from the darkness.
• He couldn't help but raise his hand and touch the girl's slightly lowered head.
• Then Yi Yao dodged in disgust.
• These once most daily situations appeared again. He remembered Yi Yao's habits, and he also remembered that he was used to Yi Yao's habits.
• It's like cotton wool.
• Across the blood vessels.
• Obstructing the flow of blood.
• "It's almost coagulated into a blood clot."
• My heart is so full of depression. I always feel that one day a thorn will stick out of my blood vessels, pierce my skin, and expose it to the air.
• Whenever Yi Yao and he went farther and farther away and laughed and exposed to others, Qi Ming, a genuine childhood sweetheart, felt a little more tingling in his veins.
• Hate her.
• I hate that she dumped herself and walked towards the peak of one topic after another with a better attitude.
• Hating her for always giving him trust unconsciously, obviously you don't have to do that, it's like giving him alms.
• Just a little bit of this thought, after all, not everyone can have such an ugly reflection on the bloody truth in their hearts.
• Therefore, such thoughts only occasionally popped out of the bottom of my heart like bubbles, and then disappeared on the water in an instant, bursting. A little splash.
• He doesn't look like Yi Yao.
• 　　Yi Yao's hatred is direct.
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