The snow had already accumulated by the end of school. Zhang Bangbang was so excited that he ran into the yard screaming, Xie Meng wrapped his coat and covered most of his face with a scarf before slowly walking into the snow.
For a southern city like Suzhou, it is not easy to have such a heavy snowfall, and the students' emotional level is no less than that of the Chinese New Year.
"Let's go after playing for a while." Zhang Ganggang looked at Xie Meng expectantly: "Are you asking for a leave from the martial arts hall today?"
Xie Mengla put down a scarf and exhaled a white breath. He looked around and agreed, "Okay."
Zhang Bangbang raised his hands and said "Yeah".
In the distance, Qi Fei shouted at the edge of the playground: "Hey! Zhang Lian! Come over here! We're having a snowball fight with Class 5!"
Xie Meng followed the voice and saw Ji Qinyang's conspicuous hair color at a glance. In winter, boys wear very few, and their coats are open and they are rubbing snowballs.
"There are only 20 boys in our class. It's a big loss." Qi Fei's obsession with winning and losing is very strong, and he feels that both eyes can burn: "Let's arrange a formation, we can't lose."
Ji Qinyang smiled: "Just do it when you meet, whatever formation you want."
Zhang Ganggang didn't care about winning or losing the snowball fight at all. He was taking a selfie with his mobile phone, and he insisted on taking Xie Mengla into the camera.
"Don't lift it so high." Xie Meng motioned him to get closer.
Zhang Ganggang was a little worried: "Will it make me look fat if I'm too close...?"
Xie Meng: "..."
Qi Fei squeezed his face and said, "You already have baby fat, okay! Stop shooting, let's make snowballs."
Several people squatted and rubbed the snow in a circle. Only Xie Meng didn't wear gloves, and his fingertips turned red when he rolled them. Ji Qinyang saw it and took off a glove and handed it to him.
Xie Meng didn't refuse, he showed that kind of snowy smile again, and said politely: "Thank you."
Ji Qinyang didn't speak. He watched Xie Meng pull the scarf up, covering the tip of his nose, revealing only a pair of black eyebrows, like a childish teenager.
"What are you two doing?" Qi Feilun started to warm up with his arms on his shoulders, and a few people from the fifth class opposite had already stood up: "Get ready... Slam the bar! Don't run around!"
Zhang Ganggang avoided the flying snowballs, screaming all the way, Qi Fei scolded him, dragged him behind him, picked up a big snowball and threw it out. Ji Qinyang pulled Xie Meng up, and a snowball passed between the two. Ji Qinyang fought back and hit the nearest person in the head.
Zhang Ganggang is still holding up his mobile phone: "Take pictures and take pictures!"
Xie Meng pressed his head to avoid a snowball, only to hear a click, leaving a hideous baby face with facial features on the screen.
Zhang Ganggang: "… "
"..." Xie Meng touched his nose: "Let's shoot again."
Another snowball came flying, Xie Meng leaned down and heard a loud "I rely on it!" behind him, the squad leader of 5th class roared gloomily: "Throw it on time! I didn't see my own people!"
Zhang Bang Bang Le was playing straight, and he stopped taking pictures, so he simply recorded a video with his mobile phone.
Qi Fei's hands were full of snow, and he smashed them on people like close-quarters combat. Ji Qinyang was besieged by several people, his coat and hair were in a mess, Xie Meng untied his scarf, shook his head hard, and covered Ji Qinyang with his head. , Twisted and kicked the smashed snowball, but he didn't expect the other party to squeeze too loose, and turned into snow scum and smeared his face.
"Hahahahahaha!" Zhang Ganggang laughed heartlessly, and suddenly a handful of snow poured into his mouth from the front.
Zhang Ganggang: "… "
Qi Fei: "Hahahahahaha!!!"
Xie Meng wiped the snow off his face, and when he turned around, he saw Ji Qinyang patted his coat. The boy's fluffy hair was half of ice slag. Xie Meng's scarf was half hung on his head and half wrapped around his neck. .
Zhang Gangbang ran over, shivering from the cold. He still didn't forget to take a photo and wanted to take a photo with Xie Meng. Qi Fei also took out his mobile phone and went to take pictures of the horrific images of the boys in Class 5. He habitually asked Jiqin. Yang: "Do you want one too?"
Ji Qinyang didn't say it was bad, he took a picture with Qi Fei around the scarf.
"You're too handsome." Qi Fei muttered, "I knew I wouldn't shoot with you."
Zhang Ganggang heard it, and came up and said actively: "Let's shoot! Let's shoot!" He forced Ji Qinyang and Xie Meng into the camera, and he could only half squat in the front, making his baby face even bigger a circle.
"Use my cell phone." Ji Qinyang suddenly said, "Your cell phone is almost out of power."
Only then did I find the battery prompt in the upper right corner of my phone that was about to run out.
Ji Qinyang was playing with the camera on his mobile phone. He looked at Xie Meng and smiled lazily: "Take a picture together?"
Xie Meng felt that he had probably finished taking all his life selfies on this day. Zhang Ganggang even brought a spare battery board. Ji Qinyang only took one photo with Xie Meng, and then the mobile phone was taken away by Qi Fei. A bunch of messed up stuff.
Xie Meng returned a glove to him.
"Thank you." Xie Meng said with a smile.
Ji Qinyang looked at the other party's smile. He was still wearing Xie Meng's scarf, and he had no plans to take it off: "I'll go back and wash it before returning it to you?"
"Okay." Xie Meng nodded and added: "No hurry."
When Sun Tian came to find Ji Qinyang, the snowball battle had already ended. Ji Qinyang was looking down at sorting out the photos taken on his mobile phone. Xie Meng's scarf was wrapped around his neck a few times to cover half of his face.
In fact, in terms of looks alone, Ji Qinyang's eyebrows are too delicate, and can even be described as male and female before his stature is raised.
Sun Tian pouted to her boyfriend coquettishly: "I also want to take pictures."
Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows, his mouth was wrapped in a scarf, and his voice was muffled: "The power is out, next time."
Sun Tian complained: "It won't necessarily snow next time."
Ji Qinyang: "Is it different when you use your mobile phone to take pictures?"
Sun Tian was not very happy: "I took it with your mobile phone as a screen saver, don't couples use each other's photos like this, otherwise how can we prove that we are a couple."
Ji Qinyang was noncommittal, he didn't say anything, let Sun Tian nagging and didn't make any response.
"Are you listening?" Sun Tian was a little angry: "I'm talking to you."
Ji Qinyang's arm was retracted from the girl's shoulder. He stood there, turned his head sideways, and looked at Sun Tian expressionlessly.
The latter was silent, looking a little frightened and frightened, opened his mouth, and seemed to want to explain softly.
"You go back first." Ji Qinyang opened his mouth, his voice was flat and did not fluctuate: "I still have something to do, so I won't send you."
After picking the photos of the snowball fight for a long time, Zhang Ganggang found a satisfactory one and sent it to Rou Rou. He was not too embarrassed to send his photo to the other party. .
"Today, I had a snowball fight with Xie Meng, and our class won."
After the text message was sent, Zhang Zanggang was a little uneasy, and when he was trying to suck the pearls in the milk tea, he finally received a reply from the goddess Rourou.
"It's great, I don't have time for snowball fights."
Zhang Bangbang started to smirk again, Xie Meng had no scarf and could only stand up the collar of his coat, looking at Zhang Bangbang with some irony.
"The goddess is back to me." Zhang Ganggang was cheerful. After picking out the pearls, he handed the rest of the milk tea to Xie Meng: "You drink, it's warm and warm."
Xie Meng sighed. He held the milk tea cup and covered his hands, watching Zhang Zangbang bow his head and type and reply to the message earnestly.
"What do you think I'll answer." Zhang Ganggang asked, "Ask her to have a snowball fight next time?"
Xie Meng thought about it for a while: "She is S-high, she should be very busy with her studies, and may not have the time."
It's also right to think about it: "Then I reply to her to pay attention to her body not to be too tired?"
"..." Xie Meng actually has no experience in coaxing his girlfriend.
Zhang Ganggang looks like a troubled teenager immersed in love, and it takes a long time to edit a text message before sending it out.
Xie Meng's car has arrived, and he said hello to Zhang Ganggang: "Go back early."
Zhang Ganggang is still bowing his head to lose the information content, and he is not willing to waste the time to say hello. Xie Meng shook his head helplessly and got into the car by himself.
Snow began to fall again.
The speed of the bus was twice as slow as usual. Xie Meng watched the street lamps light up, and the snowflakes under the lights fell gently on the ground. Shantang Street was much deserted than usual, and the shop selling small wontons by the bridge was also prepared. Stalled.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and Xie Meng fell off the car shortly after getting out of the car. He lowered his head, and a thin layer of white frost accumulated on his eyelashes.
The small bridge is flowing with people, the ship is leaning on the shore of the bluestone slab, the houses and shops along the river have been hung with lanterns, Xie Meng walked over the stone arch bridge, and the snow on both sides of the sky is reflected in the water.
Zhang Xiujuan was holding an umbrella. She was wearing a Chinese-style jacket in the style of the Republic of China. Under the large folded skirt was a pair of embroidered cotton shoes.
"Good mother." Xie Meng took the umbrella handle in her hand: "I'll come."
Zhang Xiujuan patted off the snow slag on his body, took off the big shawl and put it on his grandson's head: "It's rare to see such heavy snow, my old wife also came out to enjoy the scenery."
Xie Meng tore off his shawl and wrapped it around his cheeks. Snow still adhered to his eyebrows and eyelashes, as if he could see the spring water in his eyes after melting.
Xie Mengla covered half of his shawl on grandma's shoulders: "Tomorrow, you can build a snowman in the yard."
Zhang Xiujuan smiled: "How old am I?"
Xie Meng didn't speak, and his cheek was gently rubbing against Zhang Xiujuan's white hair.
Mo Suyuan's first reaction when she learned that Ji Qinyang had ordered a drum kit to go back was to change her son to a bigger music room.
Ji Shanrong sighed: "You dote on him too much."
Mo Suyuan didn't think: "I don't usually manage enough. Of course it's a good thing that he has hobbies. Don't I also support your hobbies?"
Ji Shanrong has nothing to say. The Mo family has produced tea for generations and is a well-known tea merchant in the south of the Yangtze River. There are tea fields in Dongshan, and their annual income is considerable. .
"I didn't want anything in order to marry you back then." Mo Suyuan brewed tea and handed it to Ji Shanrong. She was wearing a cheongsam, with a graceful figure, and there were almost no traces left over from the years on her face: "Elders can be tolerant, why? You need to blame the juniors."
Ji Shanrong has been fighting Shishi all his life, and naturally he can't argue with his wife. He wrote a letter to himself and hung it in the study, which can simply sum up his life.
"Read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, get a good wife, and have a harmonious family."
Ji Shanrong was drinking tea and praised his wife sincerely: "You are my good wife."
Mo Suyuan smiled: "You are my sweetheart too."
The day before the final exam, Ji Qinyang was still soaking in the music room, not reading books. Mo Suyuan and Ji Shanrong went to the mountains to live in a world of two. Except for the part-time workers, he didn’t care about his son. Ji Qinyang was free. Get used to being comfortable.
Xie Meng's scarf was folded and placed on the side of the drum, Ji Qinyang supported his head, plugged an earplug, and beat on his leg.
The phone rang three times in a row, and the fourth time Ji Qinyang picked it up impatiently.
"Are you studying?" Qi Fei didn't mind that Ji Qinyang didn't answer the phone. He always boasted that he had the spirit of perseverance and stalking: "Come out and start a small stove together?"
Ji Qinyang threw the headphone cable and asked casually, "With whom?"
Qi Fei: "Just a few people."
Ji Qinyang sneered: "Sun Tian is looking for you."
Qi Fei was embarrassed: "People just want to reconnect with you... No chance?"
Ji Qinyang: "I don't think I know about her finding someone to provoke Yin Luoxue?"
Qi Fei was stunned: "I thought you were treating Yin Luoxue..."
"Two things." Ji Qinyang interrupted him: "I know what Yin Luoxue wants to do, but at least it doesn't hurt others. You tell Sun Tian, breaking up is breaking up, don't do anything rash."
Qi Fei sighed: "Okay, don't be angry, come out and play?"
Ji Qinyang did not speak.
Qi Fei knew there was no hope, so he had to say "see you in the exam room tomorrow" before hanging up.
Ji Qinyang threw away the phone irritably, and it happened to fall on Xie Meng's scarf. He thought about it and picked it up again.
The photo album is full of photos taken that day when it was snowing, most of them were taken by Qi Fei, all kinds of ugly, inexplicable snow scenes in the fifth class, and even a lot of shots were spent, and there are also one with only half a face. Grimace, the backs of many unknown people, Ji Qinyang deleted it while looking at it, and at the end he saw the photo of himself and Xie Meng.
Ji Qinyang asked Xie Meng: "Take a picture together?"
Xie Meng glanced at him and nodded: "Okay."
They stood very close, their heads almost touching each other, Ji Qinyang was wearing each other's scarves around his neck, Xie Meng looked at the camera expressionlessly, behind the two was the white snow that almost connected the heaven and the earth.
The youth is sunny, and the years are just right.
The author has something to say: Good wife is Suzhou dialect, which means grandma