Falling snow is a pure white world.
Cheng Chu opened his eyes in a daze, and a few strands of snow fell through the window during the day, like a silk satin falling in the dim room.
She was still a little dizzy, and even for a moment, she forgot where she was.
There was a fragmented light sound outside the door, and she got up tiredly, her footsteps still vain.
The living room and the kitchen are only separated by a transparent glass window.
The dense steam filled the small four-sided world, and the world became hazy and dreamy in an instant.
Cheng Chu's footsteps paused slightly, his heart beating wildly uncontrollably.
A tall and thin figure was facing her back.
Her fingers trembled slightly, the tip of her nose was sour, and she almost burst into tears in the next second.
The clocks hanging on the wall of the living room are walking, and it is very clear in this quiet room.
Cheng Chu felt that one of his heart was placed in a clock, and his heartbeat followed the quivering second hand, twitching and twitching uncontrollably.
In the silent room, the heartbeat was amplified countless times.
There was a sudden "bang", and the pot and spoon fell to the ground. She finally shook her hand and pushed open the door that seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.
The dense fog was flying, like the white snow fluttering in the sky outside the window.
The back figure was like glass that had been swept away from the fog, and it gradually became clearer.
But Cheng Chu's heart fell to the bottom in an instant.
"you're awake?"
The back figure turned around, Qing Jun's eyebrows seemed to be stained with a layer of mist, gentle and warm.
His voice is clear and clear, with a gentleness that does not belong to winter.
But that's not Gu Miao.
It was like something was cooking in the pot, and there was a soft rumbling sound.
Cheng Chu lowered her eyes, and the loss overflowed from her drooping shoulders.
She spoke, her voice hoarse, "Well, I stayed up late last night, maybe I'll be better after a good night's sleep."
Zhou Yanshi smiled, "You have a fever, I just put a fever-relief sticker on you, and it should be retired now."
Cheng Chu was startled, raised his hand and touched his forehead, and touched a large piece of plastic.
"Thank you."
The antipyretic sticker has long been baked by the body temperature, and it has been torn off into a warm mass.
Zhou Yanshi brought out a bowl of porridge from nowhere, and said warmly, "Drink this bowl of porridge first, and then take the medicine."
It was a bowl of vegetable porridge. It had no taste, and it seemed that even the salt had been forgotten.
But Cheng Chu looked at the messy kitchen and knew that he must have never cooked.
She drank the porridge gratefully.
The porcelain bowl was placed on the table, making a crisp sound.
"Thank you." Cheng Chu took the medicine and said again.
It seemed that there was nothing else to say except thank you.
Zhou Yanshi had a smile on his lips and said, "Think about how many thanks you have said today."
He handed over the antipyretic medicine, and intimately turned the freshly boiled water into warm water before serving it to her.
Snow days seem to be very quiet.
The boy stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, behind which was the white snow flying all over the sky. But he has a temperature that does not belong to winter, just like the spring breeze in April in the sea city, warm, soft, without a trace of aggression, which calms people's impetuous heart.
Cheng Chu lowered his eyes, smiled and said, "I don't know what to say except thank you."
"We're friends, and that's what it should be."
Hearing his words, Cheng Chu seemed to be relieved, and her fingers clenching the wall of the cup also loosened slightly.
"Yeah." She nodded, a smile emerged from Peach Blossom's eyes, becoming the only bright color in the plain snowy sky.
The cold wind outside the window mixed with the snow blowing made the window muffled.
The phone on the table vibrated a few times, and Cheng Chu's eyes brightened slightly.
She glanced at Zhou Yanshi a little embarrassedly and said, "Well, I'll take a call."
He nodded, "Okay."
The girl's pale and haggard appearance seemed to have subsided a bit. She held the phone and trotted all the way into the bedroom.
Even the back is full of excitement.
The room was very quiet, and Zhou Yanshi heard the girl's tender voice overflowing with joy that could not be hidden.
The shimmering light in his eyes gradually disappeared.
There was floor heating in the apartment, and Cheng Chu was barefoot, even his feet were warm.
Her voice was very low, "Hey, Brother Miao."
It's already midnight in the country, the other side is very quiet, Gu Miao's voice is deep, "Why don't you start the video?"
"I, my camera is broken, I will repair it tomorrow." Cheng Chu was afraid that he would be worried when he saw his ill appearance, so he had to lie.
Gu Miao had no doubts, but just said "um" with some regret.
In the silent room, his voice came through the telephone line, low and hoarse, giving people an inexplicable sense of security.
Cheng Chu's nose suddenly became sour, and his peach blossom eyes filled with water vapor.
"Is today's class over? Have you eaten yet?" Gu Miao asked over there.
His gentle voice drifted into Cheng Chu's ears, but those hidden grievances, sorrows, and unwillingness were instantly awakened by a few understated words.
Suddenly, the tears in her eyes fell, and the crystal water droplets fell silently on the carpet, leaving a shallow water stain.
"What's wrong?" There was no echo from the other end, and he asked anxiously.
Cheng Chu took a breath and called out "Brother Miao" coquettishly.
There was a sudden sound of a chair being knocked over.
The silence in the night was broken, and Gu Miao's voice was mixed with the coldness of winter, trembling terribly like a howling wind.
"Are you crying? Chuchu, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"It's okay, Brother Miao." She held on, but the choked sobbing in her voice couldn't deceive anyone.
Gu Miao was about to go crazy, and her tightly clenched hand turned pale.
"Chuchu, what's the matter? Can you tell me? If you do this, I won't even be able to sleep well at night."
Cheng Chu pursed her lips, hesitated for a few seconds, and then talked about the group members bullying her.
But she was afraid that Gu Miao was too worried, so she never said anything about her illness.
After a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, Gu Miao's suppressed hoarse voice came.
"Chuchu, I'm sorry."
Cheng Chu asked, "I'm sorry for what?"
"I couldn't accompany you, and I couldn't help you when you were the most uncomfortable."
Cheng Chu pursed his lips, "Brother Miao, what does this have to do with you? We are separated from each other now, and I couldn't be by your side when you were in the most difficult time."
Growing up meant being on her own, and she couldn't live under someone else's wings forever.
Cheng Chu sat on the carpet, opened the corner of the curtain, looked at the heavy snow flying outside the window, and said, "Brother Miao, it's snowing here, and the new year is coming soon."
Country M is not celebrating the Chinese New Year, but she inexplicably saw the warmth of the New Year from the white snow outside the window.
Her voice was ethereal, along the phone line, and melted into Gu Miao's ears.
"Brother Miao, I wish you a Happy New Year first."
There was no snow in the sea, and there were a few lights in the distance, passing through the long silent night of the sea and falling into Gu Miao's eyes.
Thinking of something, his dark pupils lit up, and his voice was not as anxious as before.
"Chuchu, happy new year."
Finally, he whispered.
Although there is no Spring Festival in country M, there are many Chinese here. In order to attract Chinese consumers, many shopping malls and shops have also put up promotional signs to celebrate the Spring Festival.
When Cheng Chu walked out of the piano room, it was very late.
There is no moon tonight, and there are only a few lonely stars in the sky.
After practicing the piano all day, her hands were too sore to lift.
The trail is very quiet, and the dim yellow light slowly falls, making the pure white snow dyed with warm colors.
A tall and thin figure stood in front of the apartment. The vast night seemed to melt into the warmth.
Cheng Chu's heart skipped a beat.
The steps under her feet stopped involuntarily, she looked at the familiar back in the distance, and suddenly felt a little unreal.
She was even afraid, this was her own hallucination, so she didn't dare to take a step closer.
The hazy night light spread out a clear shadow under his feet, hazy, like a dreamer.
Suddenly, he turned his head.
The cold snow has become gentle.
"Chu Chu." His voice passed through the icy wind and snow and fell gently in Cheng Chu's ears.
Cheng Chu finally saw what he looked like.
Slightly thinner than in the video, and dusty.
In those happy eyes, there was a faint tiredness that could not be concealed.
Cheng Chu's heart stopped for a moment.
"Brother Miao-"
In the dark, the girl threw herself into his arms like a tired bird returning to the forest.
The surroundings were very quiet, as if even the sound of falling snow could be heard clearly.
On the snowy winter night, his body was hot like fire, and he unscrupulously burned out Cheng Chu's lonely heart.
The girl was buried in his arms with choked sobbing, and she didn't look up for a long time.
"Chuchu." He patted the girl's back lightly, and the gentleness in his tone seemed to melt away.
There is a holly tree planted in front of the apartment, which is still lush in the harsh winter.
"Don't cry." He lowered his head and kissed the girl's hair as lightly as snow, "I'm here."
Don't be afraid. I will protect you.
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