The snow scene in the winter was a vast expanse of whiteness, but Song Qiyue felt warm at the moment. She slept with her arms around him, and when she heard him say this, she just responded, "Oh."
And he didn't mention it anymore. It didn't matter if she was Chu Yan's friend in his mouth if she didn't expose her, it didn't matter whether she admitted it or not.
In fact, it is no longer important.
"Zheng Yan, look, it's snowing again." Suddenly, Song Qiyue exclaimed in surprise, her eyes also gleaming.
Mo Zhengyan glanced sideways, and he saw that outside the window, a large swath of snowflakes fell one after another.
The snow had not melted, but it was a heavy snowfall now, like a gift that came suddenly on Christmas Eve.
Song Qiyue was very happy, she couldn't help laughing, "When you come, it snows again. It seems to be a gift from God."
"You really can make people happy." God's gift? Thanks to her export.
"If you think I'm coaxing you, then so be it." Song Qiyue smiled, she nestled in his chest, wrapped in the quilt but raised her head and said, "Zheng Yan, I still want to tell you. Merry Christmas."
He saw her smiling with eyes and couldn't help but peck and kiss her again, "Merry Christmas."
"Tomorrow, shall we build a snowman too?"
"it is good."
The snow outside the window became more and more violent, and there was a heavy snowfall of goose feathers.
...
In another room of the building, a dim light was turned on, but someone stood alone in front of the window, and the snow illuminated her, while she quietly watched the snow and wrapped her blanket tightly. She seemed to be waiting, there was no one in the room, she was the only one.
Time passed slowly, and this snowy scene was a little endless, and it couldn't be stopped.
The alarm clock on the side, against the lights, shows that the time has passed the wee hours.
Finally, footsteps came from the corridor outside.
Then there was a knock on the door. Song Xiangwan turned around to open the door, but saw Johnson and Zhou Suhe standing outside. Johnson helped Zhou Suhe arrive. Song Xiangwan was startled and quickly let them in.
Johnson helped Zhou Suhe to put him on the bed. Song Xiangwan also went to help somebody. She asked again, "Suhe, what's wrong with him?"
Just before, after Song Qiyue and Mo Zhengyan returned to settle the room, Zhou Suhe also got up. Song Xiangwan asked him what he was going to do, but Zhou Suhe only said that he had to discuss some business matters with Johnson and the others. Song Xiangwan kept him, it was too late today, and there was no time to go tomorrow. Zhou Suhe insisted on doing this, saying only that the matter was too urgent to be delayed, so he went. In fact, today, they had also decided to talk about the mining area, but later foreman Zhao came to see them to eat, so it was delayed.
He went, and then came back, but he was helped by Johnson and sent him back.
At this moment, Zhou Suhe fell on the bed, his body full of alcohol.
"Just now Master Suhe and everyone discussed the work together, and drank a few more glasses. Several workers were enthusiastic and sent several bottles of liquor. Everyone was happy, so they continued to drink." Johnson said truthfully.
Song Xiangwan asked, "How much did he drink? So drunk."
"I don't know how much I drank. Anyway, those wine bottles are empty." Johnson said, taking off his shoes for Zhou Suhe.
Song Xiangwan took off his jacket for him, and she said, "Asen, you go back to bed first, it's getting late, let me come here."
"Then Miss Xiang Wan, Master Su He will take care of you, and I will go back first." Jiang Sen didn't stay anymore, he said and left.
Locking the door, Song Xiangwan looked at Zhou Suhe. He was drunk and his face was drunk, but he was drunk at the moment, but he was rare in memory. Zhou Suhe had been in the mall since he was young, and he has gone through a lot of big and small meals, and has never been drunk. In the beginning, I practiced drinking by myself every day, but later it was invincible.
Today he is drunk, and he is so drunk.
Song Xiangwan walked over again, and she shouted, "Su He, I'll take your clothes off for you."
Zhou Suhe was confused, he seemed to be asleep in a daze, but Ren Song Xiangwan acted. Song Xiangwan took off his sweater. Although he was thin, he was still a man and his body was heavy. Taking off his clothes, she poured water again and squeezed a hot towel to wipe his face. After a simple wash, I had no choice but to let him go to sleep.
Zhou Suhe hadn't moved or said anything, he just fell asleep so deeply.
Song Xiangwan looked at him for a while, she turned off the light and fell asleep.
Still sleeping in separate beds, one for each, no different from before.
It's just that when they were young, they were different between men and women. Later, they were together and never had weddings. Now they are still together in the winter and snowy night. He has fallen asleep, but she is still awake.
Slowly, Song Xiangwan closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The snow outside the window is still all over the world.
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This night of snow, really did not stop all night. It didn't end until dawn the next day. There is a thick layer of snow in the world. There are frozen branches hanging on the trees, and you can see a piece of fire tree silver blossoms.
When she woke up early in the morning, Song Qiyue couldn't wait, she took Mo Zhengyan and rushed out.
The two were in great interest. Early in the morning, there was a snowman in front of the building. Mo Zhengyan shoveled the snow and Song Qiyue directly took an iron spoon to pile the snow. The two worked together, but it took a long time to accumulate a lot of snow.
"Song Qiyue, what are you doing with your husband?" Du Yu also got up. He was still in the room upstairs. He saw them downstairs through the window. He opened the window probe curiously and shouted.
Song Qiyue turned her head when she heard the call, she smiled, "Snowman!"
"You guys are really in good spirits!" Du Yu replied with a smile.
Everyone also got up, and didn't continue to sleep in bed. They were here to do errands this time.
Johnson sent it up early, "Miss Xiang Wan, this is breakfast for you and Master Su He. I'm afraid of the cold, so I will bring it to you first."
"Thanks, Asen." Song Xiangwan took it with a smile. She closed the door and turned back, and saw Zhou Suhe also woke up quietly. Perhaps it was because the knock on the door that Johnson came just now woke him up, "Did you bother you? ?"
"What time is it?" Zhou Suhe asked.
"It's not eight o'clock, it's early, you can sleep for another half an hour." Song Xiangwan said softly.
Zhou Suhe was already lying halfway up, but he was not asleep, "I will have a meeting later."
"Then you get up, Ah Sen also sent you to come early, brush your teeth and wash your face and you can eat it." Song Xiangwan replied, she put down the heat preservation pot, looked for the dishes, and poured the porridge out.
Zhou Suhe got up, squeezed toothpaste and brushed his teeth. Standing in front of the window, he glanced inadvertently, but he saw the figure of the two people downstairs.
It was Song Qiyue and Mo Zhengyan, they didn't know when they got up, and they were happily making a snowman in the snow, and the snowman was already in shape.
"Su He, hurry up, be careful of the cold." Song Xiangwan shouted, and Zhou Suhe looked away indifferently.
...
After having eaten breakfast, everyone saw that the weather was fine, and they all left the building. Zhou Suhe and Song Xiangwan also came down, they saw outside the building, everyone was excited, they were all making snowmen. Seeing this, it is not good to have a meeting right away. Naturally, it is in obedience to public opinion.
Song Xiangwan said, "Su He, let's make one too."
"Okay." Zhou Suhe responded and joined the game of this pile of snowmen.
A team of people in twos and threes. The snowmen are piled up quickly. Zhou Suhe is careful and serious. Song Xiangwan is very organized and pays attention to details. Therefore, the snowmen they built are the most beautiful in appearance and bulging. Song Xiangwan picked himself up even more. Putting his scarf on the snowman is the most beautiful pile, which won everyone's applause.
It's not a game of competition, they won first place.
"Song Qiyue, your snowmen are really abstract." Du Yu smiled.
Everyone looked back and saw that the snowmen built by Mo Zhengyan and Song Qiyue were just two large groups next to each other. The nose and eyes without decoration are drawn only with branches. But it can be seen that the snowman is snuggling tightly.
Song Qiyue didn't mind at all, she replied, "We are more expensive!"
"More but not fine!" Du Yu replied.
"I told you not to be fine!" Song Qiyue picked up a ball of snow, rubbed the snowball, and smashed it on Du Yu. He also called to his accomplices, "Zheng Yan, he said that the snowman we made is not good, hurry up and smash him! "
Mo Zhengyan responded with a hundred responses, and immediately smashed him with a ball of snow.
The three of them were playing snowball fights, but Du Yu called his companions, and immediately, all of them joined. One accidentally, the snowball hit the snowman made by Song Xiangwan and Zhou Suhe. Song Xiangwan immediately did the snowball but hit the culprit, "Suhe! He broke our snowman!"
This is a good time. A group melee just came, and there was laughter and laughter in front of the building. You chased me, it was very lively!
Everyone was arguing. Song Qiyue was chasing Du Yu, but a snowball from Mo Zhengyan smashed over and made her look back coldly, "Well, you attacked me? You traitor!"
Mo Zhengyan smiled, "Have the ability to chase me."
"I will kill you if I catch you!" Song Qiyue ran towards him, smashing a snowball while running.
Everyone also broke out. A snowball fight was only a game that children would love, but it was a game of fighting, forgetting everything, as if back in childhood. Song Xiangwan rubbed a ball of snowballs, found Zhou Suhe, and smashed him on him, "Accept the move!"
Zhou Suhe was tired from running and was hit by a snowball. He fell to the ground, making sacrifices, "Asen, take revenge for me."
"Yes, Master Su He!" Jiang Sen chased Song Xiangwan away, and Song Xiangwan screamed and ran away with a smile.
Zhou Suhe was also smiling, he was panting. I can't see anymore, nor can I see him and her chasing and playful. He tilted his head inadvertently, but he saw something.
But when I saw the two snowmen piled up side by side, on the snowman's back, the names of the two were engraved with branches.
One is Song Qiyue and the other is Mo Zhengyan.
It's lifelike in the snow.
Zhou Suhe closed her eyes and vaguely remembered that they were still very young. In Haicheng's high school that year, the maple leaves were red and the fence in the school. She wrote her name while writing his name.
Seeing her finish writing, he took her hand and turned to leave.