冬天来了,他还是和以前一样,早上怀里揣着热牛奶,站在女生宿舍楼下等她冷。风刺骨。她接过牛奶,还是温热的,而他的手却是冰凉的。她说,你的手这么冷,为什么不放到口袋里,怎么不用牛奶暖一下呢!他看着她生气的表情,笑了笑说,口袋里装着牛奶,怕凉了。她说,以后你不用等我了,太冷。她一脸“没得商量”的表情,他只好点点头。下一周,他还会在她出了宿舍楼之 Winter is coming, and as before, he still has cold milk in his arms in the morning, standing cold downstairs in the girls’ dormitory. Wind biting. She took the milk, or warm, and his hand is cold. She said that your hand is so cold, why not put in your pocket, why not milk it! He looked at her angry look, smiled and said, his pocket filled with milk, afraid of the cold. She said that after you do not have to wait for me, too cold. She had a look “no discussion ” expression, he had nodded. Next week, he will be out of her dormitory