The next morning, Xiao Feiniao was the first to wake up. She subconsciously touched her neck. Although she couldn't remember the dream last night, she always felt that something remained on her neck.

She rubbed her eyes, stood up, and stretched greatly. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Wugeng, who was still sleeping.

The morning light is faint.

This bedroom that she has lived in for seventeen years, this bedroom that no girl of the same age has yet set foot in, is like a secret that she carefully keeps, hidden in the deepest part of the bookshelf, hidden on the last page of the letter, hidden on the last page of the letter.

In the softest and deepest corner of her heart that no one has ever touched.

Now, there is finally another girl who shares this secret with her.

She got out of bed lightly, her bare feet stepping on the cool floor.

Approaching step by step, at the closest distance, Xiao Feiniao knelt down and sat next to the girl.

Everything slowed down, the sound, the fine dust floating in the sun, the fluttering eyelashes, the slowly rising and falling of the chest.

In that quiet and peaceful morning light, she was like a rippled lake, with circles of ripples rippling slightly.

She still remembers, remembers a lot of things. The first time she visited Wu Geng's home, the first time she was moved by Wu Geng's concern, the first time they had a dispute over their height, the first time Wu Geng called her "flying bird"

, the first time he stroked her head, the first time he helped her with her homework, the first time he praised her cuteness, the first time he comforted her for losing the election, the first time he ate barbecue together, soy sauce splashed on her skirt, five

Looking at her smiling even more helplessly...

Little Flying Bird still remembers many, many things, about the fifth watch, about herself, and about two people.

So many first times built a twisted but strong relationship between the two. Then came the second and third times. Like a gluttonous child, the little bird put his hand into the candy jar again and again.

Seeking that sweetness that sometimes makes people happy and sometimes makes people sad.

No one can always like someone. She has always thought so. Mountains will move, rivers will change their courses, and even the ancient stone tools that survived tens of thousands of years ago have been eroded and destroyed at a speed invisible to the naked eye in the passing years.

What can truly exist forever?

But looking at the sleeping face in front of her, she always felt that she wanted to believe in the illusion of eternity.

An inexplicable impulse drove her.

Little Flying Bird leaned down, so close that his breath blew softly on the side of Wugeng's face, but it seemed as if he had been cast on a body-holding spell, and he didn't make any next move.

A flashing image in my mind.

With his face flushed, Nishino left Wugeng's lips with nostalgia, like a reluctant lover.

On that day, Na-chan must have acted in the same position and in the same mood...

As if playing things upside down, Xiao Feiniao slowly straightened up and looked at the fifth watch with a complicated expression.

Na-chan also likes Na-chan, so what does Na-chan think? Although she also likes Na-chan, Na-chan knows that she likes Na-chan, so what does she think of herself? The simple triangle relationship is changed by her

The more I rationalize, the more confused my mind becomes.

In such a delicate position, I...

She pursed her lips.

...How long can I stay with the smelly Wu Geng?

Xiao Feiniao raised her hand to poke Wugeng's round face and whispered, "I won't allow you to graduate early and leave me alone."

She slid her index finger to her chin, then pinched it gently, pushing it up and down, and Wugeng's mouth slowly opened and closed in a small way.

"'No way,'" she imitated the voice of the fifth watch, "'How could I leave the cutest flying bird alone.'"

"Really?"

"'real.'"

"I take that flying bird seriously."

Xiao Feiniao opened a corner of the quilt, took out Wu Geng's hand, then stretched out his little finger and hooked it with Wu Geng's little finger.

"The hook, the hook~ It's a promise~ Those who lie will swallow a thousand needles..."

They kept pulling the hook like this for two or three seconds. Xiao Feiniao smiled, loosened his fingers, and put Wu Geng's arm back into the quilt.

"I lied to you," she said softly, "I don't want Wu Geng to be punished so severely. If you can't talk to me, Feiniao, I will be very troubled."

The little bird leaned back, raised his head, leaned gently on the edge of the bed, stared at the white ceiling, feeling a little sad for no reason.

"I always feel...like a fool..." she muttered to herself.

Because of this, everyone treats her like a child.

"Why..." Little Feiniao curled up her legs and hugged her, her little head knocked on her knees, feeling her nose was sore.

"Why, why didn't you wake up at this time? Ming-Na-chan was awake when she secretly kissed you... Asuka, I have mustered up the courage. Now is the best time, and I may not do it in the future.

If you have this opportunity, if you wake up now, I will definitely tell you everything... I promise..."

"Asuka, this is the first time that I have become so sensitive and weak, neither straightforward nor decisive. I obviously hate the kind of characters who are weak and can't make up their minds. They are hesitant and in a dilemma. But now I have become such a person.

It's...it's all your fault, it's all your fault..."

"Who knew... Love turns out to be such a painful and torturous thing. There are only a few sentences written in the book, but in reality, it has become the background of life and the background of the stage... too

That’s despicable.”

"At that time, if I hadn't wrapped that scarf around my body, if I hadn't felt the warmth... I wouldn't have turned towards the burning flame again and again just to thirst for more.

Pounced over..."

"Hey, smelly five..."

She paused.

"Hey, Shixiao, do you like flying birds?"

No one answered.

Xiao Feiniao gritted her teeth and struggled to get up. She let go of her arms, knelt down beside Wu Geng's pillow, and pinched her chin to move it slightly.

"'like……'"

"Thank you," Asuka said softly.

"Thanks."
Chapter completed!