When I found the heroine as a boy

Chapter 54

This condition is impossible for Zhou Qinglang, unless she can put Xia Wanshuang back into her mother's womb, and then come out early by herself.

And even if it wasn't about the breasts in terms of age, based on the development of the two of them, Zhou Qinglang reckoned that he had no hope of being bigger than Xia Wan.

"Why, does my sister like people older than myself?"

"At least not too young, it's better to be more mature."

Xia Wanshuang is actually very unclear about the conditions for choosing a mate. After all, she doesn't deliberately look for it, so she doesn't know how to set standards. The main thing is to test her feelings, but Xia Wanshuang doesn't think she will have any feelings for immature children.

Her mental age is much higher than her physical age, so her eyes will not be on the boy.

"What if it's young but mature?"

"Then it depends on who it is."

Xia Wanshuang thought about it seriously, and then laughed inwardly.

What is she thinking about these things? If she can survive the 24-year-old barrier, it will not be too late to think about these things again.

After Zhou Qinglang got the answer, he didn't continue to ask, fearing that he would reveal his secrets, he took Xia Wan's hands and opened the door with the key.

As soon as the door was opened, Xia Wanshuang sneezed again.

Because the house is also cold, Xia Wanshuang doesn't like to close all the doors and windows, thinking that it is not conducive to air circulation, and people are more likely to get sick, so every time before going out, he will open a gap in the windows of the house to let the wind blow.

Zhou Qinglang didn't even bother to put down his schoolbag, so he went to close the windows of the house, leaving a gap between the balcony and the kitchen.Xia Wanshuang poured two cups of hot water and warmed his hands as if continuing his life.

Xia Wanshuang was not so afraid of the cold in the past, but it may be because of the cold body that after wearing it, Xia Wanshuang's every winter is extremely difficult.

For example, at this moment, Xia Wanshuang felt that her fingers were like stiff branches, which slowly softened under the temperature of hot water.

Zhou Qinglang had already closed the windows in the room, turned on the electric blanket, and charged Xia Wanshuang's hot water bottle. After finishing everything, he also sat in the living room and picked up another cup of hot water.

She just held it but didn't drink it, watching Xia Wan sip the hot water.

Xia Wanshuang hasn't taken off her scarf yet, covering her slender neck tightly, it looks more and more like Xia Wanshuang's small face, drinking water in small sips, very cute.

Zhou Qinglang was engrossed in watching it, and suddenly thought of the business again, so he hurriedly soaked a pack of Banlangen for Xia Wanshuang, waited until the medicine had melted into the water, and brought it in front of Xia Wanshuang.

The freshly brewed medicine was quite hot, but Xia Wanshuang took the cup without feeling the slightest bit, and drank the medicine in small sips like just drinking hot water.

And to be honest, Banlangen tastes much better than water. Although it is a medicine, it doesn't feel bitter in the mouth.

After drinking a cup of medicine, Xia Wanshuang felt that she was alive, and her body was steaming, so she took off the scarf, but just after taking it off, she shivered, and her neck felt cold.

Zhou Qinglang took the scarf from Xia Wan's hands, hung it on the coat rack, and urged Xia Wan to enter the bedroom.

"I'll ask you to take a shower after I've finished taking a shower."

After winter, Zhou Qinglang would go to the bathroom to take a bath before the summer evening.

It's freezing cold, even if the bathroom heater is turned on, it can still make people cold. Zhou Qinglang thinks it's better for Xia Wan to take a bath in the bathroom with warm and steamy water, so he rushes to wash first every time.

Zhou Qinglang thought carefully how Xia Wanshuang didn't know. He watched Zhou Qinglang take the clothes and went to the bathroom. When the bathroom door was closed and a silhouette of a person was projected, Xia Wanshuang immediately went to his room and got ready in the morning. He took out his gift and put it on Zhou Qinglang's desk.

After Zhou Qinglang took a shower and entered the room, he was taken aback when he saw the gift on the table, and then glanced back at the open door.Xia Wanshuang just brushed shoulders with her to go to the bathroom, but came back again, leaning against the door frame with her clothes in her arms and looking at her.

"Sister, what did you send?"

Zhou Qinglang saw a small box, the box was made of wood, and it looked exquisite.

"Open it and see."

Xia Wan urged with both smiles, waiting for Zhou Qinglang to open the box.

Zhou Qinglang was about to reach out to get it, but found that there was still steam on his hands after taking a shower, so he wiped his clothes vigorously before going to get the small box.

Inside the wooden box lay a pendant quietly, with a jade bead attached to a red string, and a small wooden sign under the bead.

The wooden sign is hollowed out with a word carved on it.

Lang.

"Like it?"

Xia Wanshuang asked with anticipation that this was a gift she had prepared for a long time, and it was supposed to be given out on Zhou Qinglang's birthday, but because of the master's work schedule, the things that he promised to get one week before his birthday were not available after Zhou Qinglang's birthday Got it in a few days.

Not to be very angry, but Xia Wanshuang is still very regretful in her heart, but the gift still has to be given out, Xia Wanshuang chose Christmas this time.

"I like it, it looks great."

Zhou Qinglang took out the pendant, touched the jade bead lovingly, and then touched the small sign.

"The words on that small wooden sign were carved by myself."

Xia Wan smiled and left another surprise for Zhou Qinglang.

"Really!"

Zhou Qinglang was overjoyed, and touched the small sign with his own name even more preciously, smelling the woody fragrance on it, rubbing it happily.

"If you look carefully, you will find your and my names on that bead."

The jade bead is not big, even small, it is real jade, it takes a lot of effort to carve it, Xia Wanshuang searched for a long time before finding a master with this skill.

Xia Wanshuang knew how to carve before, so I can't say that she is very proficient, but it is not difficult for Xia Wanshuang to make a small wood carving or to carve a character. She chose the leftovers of good agarwood wood to carve the characters.

Agarwood soothes the nerves and nourishes people with jade. Although the object is small, the implication is there.

"Is it that great?"

Zhou Qinglang stared at the small bead, and he really saw small characters and carved patterns on it.

Her name and her sister's name were engraved together, and there was also a sign carved by her own hand. What a surprise, it almost knocked Zhou Qinglang into a daze.

Zhou Qinglang unilaterally decided that this was the token of love her sister gave her.

"Sister, I really like it so much, you help me put it on!"

"Want to wear it now?"

"kindness!"

Xia Wan took the red rope with both hands, Zhou Qinglang lowered his head in front of her, obediently let Xia Wan tie the rope with both hands.

"All right."

Zhou Qinglang raised his head, fiddled with the small wooden sign, and thought happily that it was a token of love brought by his sister.

"I'm going to take a shower."

"it is good."

Until the footsteps stopped in the bathroom, the smile on Zhou Qinglang's face didn't stop.

She touched the small sign for a while, touched the jade bead for a while, or held them together, did nothing, just sat there and laughed silently, her joy could not be concealed at all.

After touching enough, Zhou Qinglang hid the small wooden sign in his clothes, looked at his neck in the mirror, and could see half of his collarbone and the small jade beads that happened to be embedded in the collarbone.

Zhou Qinglang touched the small wooden sign through his clothes again, went to put away the box, and then picked up the bookmark on the table.

In fact, she saw this bookmark just now, but the surprise of the pendant came before her, so she only remembered it now.

This is not something on her table, it must have been brought by my sister.

Sure enough, when Zhou Qinglang turned the bookmark over, he saw Xia Wan's beautiful handwriting.

Above is a poem, which Zhou Qinglang has never read.

"When the flying flowers came out of the house, I sat and watched the green bamboos turn into qiongzhi. Now I can look up from the tall buildings, covering all the evil roads in the world."

Zhou Qinglang's Chinese is quite good, and he probably understands the meaning of this poem, but he doesn't quite understand why Xia Wanshuang wrote this poem to her.

When snowflakes fly into the window, one sees green bamboos covered in snow. If one happens to climb up to a tall building and look from a distance, one will find that all the sinister forks in the world are covered in snow.

Zhou Qinglang interpreted it, but found that he still didn't understand.

She went to look up the poem and found that the meaning of the poem was similar to what she thought. The title of the poem was "To the Snow". Zhou Qinglang checked the author's life and the meaning behind it, and concluded that Xia Wanshuang didn't actually mean anything else , I probably saw that in winter, I copied this poem for her.

Zhou Qinglang picked up the bookmark and was about to put it in the book. When he saw the front of the bookmark, he caught a glimpse of something unusual.

The whole body of this bookmark is pure white, and the front is landscaped bamboo. She just discovered that it was hand-painted.

There was no suspense as to who drew it. Zhou Qinglang sighed how good his sister was, put the bookmark on his lips and kissed it, and stuck it in the book he hadn't finished reading last night.

She lay on the bed and rolled around on the pillow.

How can I like my sister so much, but I really like it too much.

When Xia Wanshuang was taking a bath, she also remembered the poem she copied for Zhou Qinglang.

She is a literary student, and there is always some poetic feeling in her bones. The poem written on the bookmark also has a meaning, but she knows that the recipient must not understand the meaning.

In fact, there is no deep meaning, Xia Wanshuang only took the shallow meaning of that poem, and then brought her own thoughts.

Zhou Qinglang's Lang made Xia Wanshuang often think of Langgan. It was a common word in ancient poetry. It had the meaning of Lang, and the meaning of rice was richer, and it also referred to beautiful things.

Zhou Qinglang is a beautiful thing.

Langgan can also refer to green bamboo, and now it's winter, so Xia Wanshuang thought of the song "To the Snow".

Xia Wanshuang felt that she was like the snow that dyed green bamboos white, appearing in Zhou Qinglang's life, changing her original trajectory, covering Zhou Qinglang's life with her own figure, and wishing to seal Zhou Qinglang's first half of her life. All the treacherous paths.

The bathroom was foggy, and the king walked up and down.

As soon as Xia Wanshuang turned off the hot water, she immediately felt the air-conditioning wrapped around her body, hurriedly dried her body, put on her pajamas tremblingly, dried her feet and put on cotton slippers at the bathroom door, thump, thump, thump back to his room.

On the computer desk in the room, she saw a thread-bound book with a cute Christmas card on it.

Xia Wanshuang opened the greeting card. Xia Wanshuang was very familiar with the words on it. She was the one who watched the Xingkai gradually improved. When Zhou Qinglang was young, she was the one who held these immature hands and taught her to write bit by bit. .

The content of the greeting card is also very simple: Merry Christmas.

Xia Wanshuang put away the greeting card and put it in a drawer. At this time, she saw the title of the book covered by the greeting card, and she was pleasantly surprised.

This was a book published ten years ago that she had been looking for for a long time, but Zhou Qinglang did not expect to find it.

"Sister, did you get the Christmas present I gave you?"

Zhou Qinglang opened Xia Wanshuang's door and half leaned in.

"Is this a Christmas present? Didn't I give it yesterday?"

"Yesterday was Christmas Eve present, today is Christmas present."

Xia Wanshuang knew what was going on in the child's mind, so she didn't expose it, and smiled at Zhou Qinglang.

"Thank you Langlang, I like it very much, where did you find it?"

Xia Wan smiled so much that Zhou Qinglang stuttered a bit.

"As long as you like it, I, I, I saw some old books piled up in someone's store the other day, and I knew my sister was looking for them, so I bought them when I saw them."

"That's really a fate."

Xia Wan touched the yellowed and wrinkled book cover with both eyes, her brows and eyes soft.

"Did sister see my greeting card?"

This is what Zhou Qinglang wanted to ask. When she wrote the greeting card, she deliberately didn't write "sister" and didn't include Xia Wanshuang's last name, as if she had the kind of intimacy with Xia Wanshuang that she imagined.

night double.

night double.

Read it between your lips and teeth, write it on the page, and melt into your heart.