"Let's go."
Chen Xu put on a towel, stood shoulder to shoulder with Luo Xiyun, opened the door, and walked out of the hotpot restaurant.
Before coming to the capital, he had paid attention to the weather forecast, saying that there might be a cold Siberian air going south in the next few days, so he brought a thick down jacket and towel in advance.
As a southerner, he is afraid of the cold in his bones.
The hotel is not far away, there are several traffic lights in the middle, and there are many cars on the road, so they didn't drive, but walked here. It was windy tonight, and when he went out, he put on a towel.
This gray towel was woven by his mother herself. In the past, it felt a bit dusty, so she never wore it. Some time ago, he dug out of the box, remembering that his mother usually had to work and cook, so she could spare time to weave towels for him, but he still hated the dirt on it, which was too wrong.
So, after he washed it, he put it on when the weather was very cold, and it was very warm.
"what"
Luo Xiyun pushed open the outermost door, and a biting cold wind rushed towards his face, mixed with some snowflakes, which hit his face and melted quickly. It was wet and icy, very uncomfortable.
Chen Xu looked up and saw that under the dark sky, where the surrounding lights illuminated, white snowflakes kept falling, being blown by the wind, and scattered in all directions.
He stretched out his hand, felt the cold touch of snow falling on his hand, and said with emotion, "It's snowing."
He grew up in an area where there was almost no snow, and the deepest relationship with snow was in the first dream. In the next few months, there was a world of ice and snow everywhere, and it was also during that time that he and Luo Xiyun came together.
"Ah Choo"
Luo Xiyun next to her sneezed violently. He turned his head and saw that her nose was red from the cold and her body was trembling slightly in the cold wind.
She was wearing a windbreaker, usually she cared more about her image and didn't want to dress too bulky, it looked like she hadn't really been cold. When I came here just now, there was no wind, but I could withstand it. Now it's windy and snowy again, breaking her defense all at once.
Chen Xu immediately took off the towel and hung it around her neck.
"No, I'm not cold, Axio!"
Luo Xiyun wanted to stop him, but in the middle of speaking, he sneezed again. This time it was louder than before.
Chen Xu put a towel around her neck and said, "Wear it, if you don't want it, just throw it away." After finishing speaking, he walked outside.
Luo Xiyun held onto the towel, neither pulling nor letting go.
After wrapping the towel around, she clearly felt a sense of warmth, with Chen Xu's temperature on it.
Thinking of this, the hairs all over her body stood up, and the skin around her neck was itchy. She pulled the towel uncomfortably, and the cold wind came in through the gap, making her shiver.
At this time, Chen Xu had already walked a few meters away.
After all, Luo Xiyun didn't take off the towel, and followed her out.
Five minutes later, the two returned to the hotel one after the other. Walking into the lobby, the glass door behind you can isolate the severe cold outside, and the hotel's heating is fully turned on.
Luo Xiyun walked all the way in the wind and snow, but she didn't feel cold at all. She even felt that the clothes inside were a little wet and she was sweating a little.
She took off the towel silently, the itching finally disappeared, and she felt a sense of relief.
The two took the elevator upstairs, and before parting, Chen Xu wanted to get back the towel.
She didn't give it back and said, "I'll wash it up and return it to you."
"Go to bed early." After Chen Xu finished speaking, he went back to his room.
Luo Xiyun walked to the door of her own room and was about to open it when the door of the next room opened and Secretary Guo came out.
"Mr. Luo, you're back." Secretary Guo's gaze paused for a moment on the towel in her hand. If I remember correctly, this towel was worn by Chen Xu once.
When Luo Xiyun saw her, she was slightly taken aback, and found that she was wearing a thick coat, and asked, "Want to go out?"
"Uh, go shopping." Secretary Guo quickly looked away, "I'm going." After finishing speaking, he ran away.
Luo Xiyun originally wanted to say that he could buy it for her, but the person had disappeared, so he left her alone, opened the door, and walked into the room.
She sat down by the sofa, put the towel in her hand on the coffee table in front of her, and stared blankly, not knowing what she was thinking.
After a while, she pressed her hands to her face, then quickly let go, stood up, and walked into the bathroom.
...
Half an hour later, Luo Xiyun came out of the shower, rubbed her hair with a towel, and couldn't help but cast her eyes on the coffee table. When she saw the gray towel, her neck seemed to be itchy again.
She went to the sofa and sat down again, and looked at the towel again. The color was bluish gray, and it was woven with the kind of thread that was as thick as a finger. Several knots could be seen on it, like Handloomed.
[Who knitted it for him? ex-girlfriend?]
The thought popped into her mind.
beep beep
Suddenly, her cell phone rang, which made her heart skip a beat. She turned her head suddenly, seeing the name displayed on the screen, she was taken aback for a moment, and didn't pick it up until the phone rang a few more times.
"What are you busy with, why did it take you so long to answer?" Liu Yumeng's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"I just took a shower, what's wrong?"
"From your tone, isn't the talk going well?"
"No, it went well. I'm just, a little tired."
"If you're tired, take a good rest for a few days. Why don't you take this opportunity to play in the capital for a few days and treat it as a vacation. I happen to be free these days, how about going to accompany you?"
"Forget it, there are still a lot of things to do at the company." She said absent-mindedly, "That..."
"Just tell me if you have anything to say."
"It's nothing, that's it, I'm going to sleep." She hung up the phone, rested her head on the backrest, and closed her eyes.
...
In the morning, Luo Xiyun woke up at eight o'clock as usual. Over the past year, she had formed a biological clock, no matter what time she went to bed at night, she would wake up naturally at this time.
She turned over, looked at the gray towel on the chair over the table, lifted the quilt and sat up, reached out and touched it, it was very soft to the touch.
After touching it for a while, she picked up the towel and wrapped it around her neck. For some reason, after wearing the soft towel, she felt a little prickly and her neck was itchy.
She walked to the mirror, and saw that her face inside was flushed, and she looked a little bloated in the towel.
After watching for a while, she took off the towel and put it on the chair. Go into the bathroom and start washing up. Then I changed my clothes, packed everything in the room, and put it back in the suitcase.
Finally, she put the towel on her left arm, pulled the suitcase with her right hand, left the room, closed the door with her backhand, and went down to the restaurant.