"Looking for me?"
The understatement of the voice, some helpless, some lazy, even mixed with a little disappointment.
An Chen paused and looked at the sound.
There are stone railings around the lake, gray and white, Mo Shangyun sat leaning on the railing, his windbreaker was open, fluttering in the cold wind, his right leg rested on the railing, his left leg was hanging down, his slender legs, gently rock. With her back to the cold wind, she held a can of beer in her hand, and took a sip under his watch.
Behind her, there is an empty lake, sinking into the night, with street lights in the distance.
The lake, wind and snow, street lights, pedestrians, at that moment, everything turned into her background.
Even if you sit there quietly, lift your eyelids lazily, and glance at this side, it will give people a strong sense of visual impact.
In a trance, I thought of the third year of high school—
That year, he knew her.
I didn't know her well at first. In my memory, she was a maverick. Boys didn't dare to provoke her, and girls regarded her as a goddess.
Unlike normal students, her whereabouts are always uncertain, and she takes "sick leave" from time to time, ranging from two or three days to two or three weeks. Even in school, she is rarely able to attend classes in a disciplined manner, and she disappears after class.
Mysterious like a spy.
From the beginning of his mother's explanation to him, he began to pay attention to this girl. However, he gradually realized that she was different, but he never had the chance to speak.
Later, one afternoon, in order to avoid the noisy atmosphere in the class, he took the book to the rooftop.
met her.
On the huge rooftop, she chose to lie on the stone wall, with one leg bent on it, one leg hanging in the air, her head resting on her left arm, and a copy of "Sun Tzu's Art of War" was opened and covered on top of her head, covering the scorching sun. light.
At that time, An Chen felt that she might fall off the roof even if she shifted a little.
Unexpectedly, he slowly approached her.
When she heard the movement, she took the book away idle, revealing her delicate and beautiful face.
"Squad leader, can you stay away?"
At that time, her long and narrow phoenix eyes squinted, her expression was lazy and idle, with a bit of arrogance, but, perhaps because the sun was too strong, perhaps because her movements were too dangerous, An Chen fell into the trap at a glance.
She was so amazed that he lost his voice.
at the moment-
She is still so arrogant and domineering, and a few years have passed by in a flash, as if nothing has changed.
An Chen walked over.
"Ink."
His voice was hoarse, somewhat restrained, somewhat heavy, and somewhat gentle.
Mo Shangyun shook the beer in his hand.
After a while, he lifted his eyelids and looked at him.
An Chen reached out to pull her.
Mo Shangyun shrank his palm and avoided it calmly.
"If you don't move, we can still talk." Mo Shangyun said lightly.
An Chen's hand froze in the air.
The wind was very cold, whistling past, as if it was blown into the cracks of the bones, the cold wind was biting, but he suddenly couldn't feel the cold.
"I regret it." An Chen paused, his voice low and deep.
Mo Shangjun handed the beer to his lips, raised his head slightly, and the cold beer slid into his throat, bringing a chill.
An Chen looked at her quietly.
The hem of the clothes is floating freely, the hair is lightly raised, the head is raised, and the neck presents a graceful and smooth curve.
That kind of free and easy energy, showing from the depths of the bones.
In this way, she is out of tune with the surrounding, as if the next moment, she can disappear without a trace with the heavy snow.
All in one drink.
Holding a beer can, shaking it, it was empty.
Mo Shangjun put his elbows on his knees, then turned his head and looked at An Chen carefully.
He is 1.8 meters tall, tall and straight, with a sturdy figure, handsome features, neither harsh nor murderous. Perhaps it is related to the family environment and he has a very good mother, so under normal circumstances, he is always calm and gentle .
He's the kind of person who is polite and well-mannered.
Usually I like to be reasonable. What can be done and what cannot be done, there is a clear line of demarcation.
To be honest, compared to the previous impression, it is much more mature.
She reached out to him and hooked her fingers.
"Come."
One word lazily, torn by the cold wind, fell to the bottom of his ear, like a hallucination.
As if possessed, An Chen took two steps towards her.
Mo Shangyun stretched out his arm and put it on his shoulder, saying earnestly, "Are you an adult?"
"… Um."
"As an adult, you have to be more straightforward when you do things," Mo Shangjun persuaded him while patting him on the shoulder. "As for this person, you still have to look forward."
Hearing her half-serious and half-responsible persuasion, like an eminent monk who had escaped from the mundane world, An Chen suddenly felt a little dumbfounded.
Nothing matters to her.
After a while, he said solemnly: "Momo, feelings are not just plain and simple."
"If you can let go the first time, you can have the second time." Mo Shangyun said leisurely, and took his hand back.
"My time—" An Chen eagerly wanted to explain.
Mo Shangjun interrupted him unhurriedly, "Give you a chance."
An Chen was stunned for a moment.
give... a chance
The next move in my heart should be more of surprise than surprise.
Mo Shangyun can't easily give people a chance.
"Did you see the opposite side?" Mo Shangyun held the beer can and pointed to the opposite side of the lake.
"Um."
An Chen didn't know why, but nodded subconsciously.
"Estimate the distance."
"One thousand meters."
"What's your grade?" Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows at him.
"I haven't counted." An Chen vaguely guessed something, his heart sank a little, but answered truthfully, "About ten minutes."
"Counting the weather, fifteen minutes pass, one round trip, two kilometers, half an hour." Mo Shangjun said word by word, "Go ashore within the stipulated time, I forgive you."
An Chen stared into her eyes.
Calm, calm, indifferent.
Different from the previous scumbags, the ruffian's temperament has also restrained a lot, and it has become more and more unpredictable.
"it is good."
An Chen responded heavily, hardly hesitating.
Mo Shangyun was not surprised by his answer, and pointed to the lake below, "It's less than ten meters, the water is deep enough, just jump."
Taking a deep look at her, An Chen walked to the railing on the side, put his hands on it, jumped, and jumped directly.
"Don't worry," Mo Shangjun called out to him and raised an eyebrow at him, "warm up first, don't you need me to teach you?"
"… "
An Chen looked at her silently.
In the most casual tone, he reminded him of what he should do, and he could keep this calm at all times.
She has always been like this.
Even if you die, she is afraid that she will choose the most decent way to die for you.
After a while, he said, "No need."
Mo Shangyun shrugged.
If she asks for it... she can't do anything about it.
Glancing at the lake below, An Chen asked her, "Will you wait?"
Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes and answered bluntly, "It depends on your mood."
An Chen pursed his lips lightly, and withdrew his gaze in disappointment.
Then, he jumped into the lake water, only to hear a "pop-" sound, and his standard posture to enter the water.
Mo Shangyun half-drooped his eyes, watched the figure below emerge, and began to swim towards the opposite side of the lake.
Before I knew it, I thought of Erlian's antifreeze training...
Next time, let's swim directly with arms. Taking advantage of this weather, swimming training and anti-freezing training happen together.
Thinking of this, Mo Shangyun stretched out his legs, crossed the railing, and landed leisurely.
Stepping on the ground steadily, Mo Shangyun lowered his head, glanced at the can in his hand, turned sideways, and placed it on the railing.
As soon as it was set, a cold voice came from behind—
"Is this what you mean by peace of mind?"
Mo Shangyun loosened the can and put his hand back.
After that, he turned around calmly.
As soon as she looked up, she saw Yan Tianxing standing behind her.
Standing very close, I don't know if it was intentional or not, standing diagonally to the side to block the whistling cold wind.
At the same time, the lights on the side of the road were also blocked, and the vision immediately fell into darkness.
Yan Tianxing was only wearing a white shirt. In this weather, he looked extremely abrupt, but he didn't feel cold at all. He lowered his head slightly, half of his face was hidden in the shadows, and those dark eyes were pondering. staring at her.
Mo Shangyun felt that he watched the whole play for free.
"Something went wrong." Mo Shangyun said lightly, without any explanation.
Putting his cold hands into the pockets of his windbreaker, Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, "Let's go."
"No wait?" Yan Tianxing asked meaningfully.
As if he didn't hear the meaning behind his words, Mo Shangjun walked forward unhurriedly, "Swimming champion, you can't die."
If Erlian brought anyone out, she wouldn't dare let people swim back and forth in the lake.
Because I don't have that ability.
and-
She had almost forgotten some things, and the so-called forgiveness was just an excuse for that person.
Yan Tianxing followed behind her, looking at her leisurely back, with a little interest in her eyes.
interesting.
After leaving the lake, Mo Shangyun stopped.
She took her hands out of her pockets and pulled out a plastic bag from her jacket.
The plastic bag was thrown back, and Mo Shangyun turned around.
I happened to see Yan Tianxing reaching out and grabbing the plastic bag.
"Buy you for a night." With his arms folded, Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows at him.
"How much?" Yan Tianxing glanced at the plastic bag in his hand.
"One hundred and twenty-six five dollars."
After a pause, Yan Tianxing smiled, but his smile was a little gloomy, "I'm worth so much for one night?"
"... I'm at a loss."
101. Come, don't freeze [three shifts]