Rose with Snow

When they arrived at the fruit stand in front of the commissary department, Song Yingshi stopped out of breath, chatted with the proprietress familiarly, and picked out a bag of oranges.

In the last two hours, Song Yingshi took Huai Xu back to the hall on the first floor of the dormitory building.

She went to wash her hands, came back and sat down on the steps.

Regardless of whether Huai Xu was standing or sitting, Song Yingshi took out a plump orange and peeled it.

The oranges flowed from her fingertips with a slightly sour green aroma, and Huaixu took a closer look.

Song Yingshi's hands are actually very beautiful, with long and slender bones, and a unique sense of strength.

The orange-yellow peel of the orange made her fingers very white, and she peeled it carefully and carefully, like peeling off a flower.

The orange peel bloomed and fell like petals, revealing the flesh wrapped in orange, silky and soft.

Song Yingshi didn't pick the tangerine, she broke the peel off the tangerine, buried her nose in it, and took a deep breath.

Huai Xu stood beside her and looked at her, seeing her sniffing several times and smiling, she asked:

"Do you like the taste?"

Song Yingshi raised her head and handed her the orange peel: "You can smell it."

Huaixu took it and smelled it.

Song Yingshi said: "The orange peel on rainy days is the best smelling, very moist, not astringent."

Huaixu smelled the same.

When she returned the orange peel to Song Ying.

Song Yingshi didn't smell any more, put the orange peel back in the plastic bag, and then lifted the disposable packaging box, indicating to Huai Xu:

"Eat oranges."

Song Yingshi and the proprietress asked for this box. In terms of familiarity and popularity, Huai Xu quite admired Song Yingshi.

At this time, Song Yingshi handed the orange to her, but Huaixu had no appetite and refused:

"you eat."

Song Yingshi blinked: "I only like peeling, not eating."

"…"

Knowing that eating oranges is also today's "job", Huai Xu sat down beside Song Yingshi and picked up the orange flesh.

The moon had long been covered by dark clouds, but luckily there was wind, and this rainy night was not difficult.

Sitting on the steps, the breath of grass, soil, and rain blows in my face.

Song Yingshi peeled the oranges comfortably. She just peeled them, no matter what they were eating, and put them in the packaging box.

In the quiet hall on the first floor, apart from the tickling rain, there was only the sound of orange peel being torn apart.

Like torn soft meringue, a moist fragrance in one hand.

After peeling four or five in a row, a few trainees came back from outside, saw the two of them stop, and asked curiously:

"What are you doing?"

Song Yingshi smiled and said, "Blow the wind here."

She lifted the box: "Do you want to eat oranges?"

These trainees were in class three, and they didn't have much contact with Song Yingshi.

At this time, Song Yingshi smiled brightly and generously. They looked at each other, embarrassed to refuse, and each took a peeled orange.

Before leaving, the most lively one turned his head and said, "Let's come back and play at 304."

"OK."

Song Yingshi promised to come back, and then bowed her head, she saw her orange-eating tool man stood up and looked ready to leave.

"you…"

Huaixu looked indifferent: "I can't eat it anymore."

?

Song Yingshi was not stupid, she held her chin and teased, "Are you still protecting food?"

Huaixu ignored her and turned to leave.

Seeing that Huai Xu was teased away, and the task time was not enough, Song Yingshi immediately made up a reason to coax people:

"I'm not afraid that you will get angry if you eat too many oranges, and you will waste them if you keep them."

This reason is a bit far-fetched. Song Yingshi didn't give Huaixu time to react. She snorted and packed her things and stood up.

"Let's go, let's bring it back to Tao Qin and the others to eat."

Just as Huai Xu was about to speak, she held her hand with one hand.

She was stunned, and the hand quickly withdrew, leaving the plastic bag in her hand.

?

Song Yingshi secretly smiled.

As soon as Huai Xu turned around with the bag, she saw her smug little expression.

For a while, Huai Xu felt that Song Yingshi looked like a small animal with human nature.

She doesn't need to say anything, people can understand what she wants to express just by looking at those smart and beautiful eyes, and she can't bear to scold.

Just like now, Song Yingshi's almond eyes turned into puppy eyes in seconds, pitiful:

"Peeling an orange hurts my hand."

Huai Xu looked at the bag in her hand and said, "That's it."

Song Yingshi nodded in a chicken-pecking manner.

Huaixu suddenly smiled extremely softly, and said coldly:

"I'll peel it for you in the future, don't touch the oranges."

"?"

Song Yingshi flattened her mouth, and she knew that the more beautiful Huai Xu smiled, the worse it would be.

She changed her mind without saying a word:

"Actually, I'm very strong, don't get used to me, give me the bag back."

Song Yingshi tried to reach for her oranges.

She was so afraid that Huai Xu would strip her secretly while she was not paying attention.

have to guard against.

Huaixu avoided her hand and did not touch her.

Song Yingshi became addicted to playing, and went upstairs to reach for it from time to time.

Finally, Huai Xu couldn't stand such childish behavior of a primary school student, and held her hand with her backhand:

"You be quiet."

Song Yingshi blinked at her and smiled at her.

She cried out with a smile:

"Huai Xu."

Huai Xu was a little restless, looking straight ahead without looking at Song Ying:

"What do you want to do again?"

Song Yingshi suddenly leaned over, her apricot eyes were bright, and she smiled under her eyes:

"This is the first time you took the initiative to hold my hand."

The green and astringent taste of oranges spreads gently.