Zhongli opened the bag of snacks, and watched Xie Zhizhen and Lu Weiwei leave one after another, he was quite happy, it was good that the annoying ghost left, so as not to always want to beat the other party. also because Xie Zhizhen left, Luo Xixi obviously had the intention of going back.

She doesn't know why the relationship between her and Jian Zhichun has not been very good, if it weren't for Xie Zhizhen this time, she would definitely not come, and now that the goals are gone, she is not happy to stay here with Jian Zhichun. She had just thought of a reason, but Ji Changfeng had already noticed it, and the little joy on her face instantly melted away.

He realized it just now, only to find out that Lu Weiwei was helping to create opportunities, and thought that the other party really admired himself because of his knowledge, and now that Lu Weiwei is leaving, Luo Xixi is also leaving, he can only find Zhongli for help.

Zhongli always wanted to be if he didn't see it, and he couldn't stand Ji Changfeng staring at him, he finally relented and sent a message to Jian Zhichun, telling her to go out for a walk now and give Ji Changfeng a private space.

The tip of the Christmas tree was bent over by the gift box, the little bell on the tree was singing Merry Christmas, and Jian Zhichun and Zhongli pretended to go out to buy some things and let them sit at home for a while. Out of the door, under Jian Zhichun's gaze, Zhongli silently locked the door, creating an extremely safe space for Ji Changfeng.

"Let's go, go down and walk. Zhongli breathed a sigh of relief and said helplessly.

He wore one less piece of clothing when he went out, and when he got outside, he found that the temperature was unimaginably low. He clasped his hands to his chest and looked at Jian Zhichun pitifully.

"You want me to take off my coat for you?"

Zhongli looked sideways, looked at Jian Zhichun, and said in surprise: "Why do you think of me like this, I still want face." ”

Jian Zhichun nodded slowly, "You only have a face." ”

Zhongli was quite useful, and he was very happy in his heart, doesn't this mean that he has a relatively high appearance, "Indeed, many people like my face." ”

With a smile on his face, he walked a little brisker, taking two steps and one step at a time, showing off his long slender legs.

Today is Christmas, and many people are watching movies, setting off small fireworks, enjoying delicious dinners, and strolling through the streets with their favorite people. The light on the Christmas tree dazzles people's eyes, these are all new experiences for Xie Zhizhen, he looked at the little couple passing by wearing small lamp hairpins on their heads, and said in disgust: "It's so ugly." ”

The little couple stopped and looked at Zhongli angrily, Jian Zhichun had to point to his head and explain, "He has a problem with his brain, don't be angry." ”

Several couples wearing glittering hairpins passed by on the street, and Zhongli also expressed his disgust for each couple. Jian Zhichun was not impatient at all, and watched his strange movements.

At the end of the long street was a vendor selling flashing hairpins, holding many hairpins in his hand and shouting.

Zhongli's footsteps suddenly slowed down, even a little frighteningly, and he walked with great difficulty, past the peddler. Zhongli suddenly stopped and raised his head, "Those people really don't have taste. ”

Jian Zhichun didn't echo him, he turned around and saw Jian Zhichun holding two flash hairpins in his hands, facing him with an extremely disgusted look.

"What are you buying this for?" Zhongli's eyes lit up.

Jian Zhichun threw one to him, and Zhongli quickly took it, "It's still such an ugly color, but forget it, I don't dislike it, just give me your Christmas gift." ”

Didn't he deliberately and contrived all the way just now just to ask for this, Jian Zhichun was going to be annoyed to death, but what about Christmas gifts, she retorted: "This is not a Christmas gift." ”

Zhongli's face froze, he couldn't even have the opportunity to cover his ears and steal the bell, and he had to be deprived of it.

"It's too much!"

Zhongli looked at Jian Zhichun's eyes, his face flushed with anger, and said word by word. After saying that, he walked aimlessly in a certain direction alone, without the slightest intention of waiting for Jian Zhichun, and did not forget to kick the stones at his feet, like a schoolboy who was having a temper, venting his dissatisfaction all over the world.

The corners of Jian Zhichun's mouth rose slightly, and he didn't coax him, but just followed him firmly, lest this person be so angry that he couldn't see clearly when crossing the street, or if he was beaten again because of his poisonous tongue and the little couple on the roadside, he would be covered with scars.

They walked about two kilometers one after the other, Zhongli was afraid of the cold, and his temper was quickly cooled by the cold wind, and after walking a few steps, he regretted it a little, and wanted to turn into a certain store and sit down and rest for a while. However, the man behind him had not yet caught up with him and begged him to dissipate his anger, and now he stopped halfway but seemed to be spineless, and he could only keep walking, and keep walking.

It is rare for him to walk so much, not to mention that the weather is still very cold today, and he will be too tired after two kilometers, thinking that good men don't fight with women, and he can't be too stingy.

He stood in front of a boutique and waited for a while, the light in front of the store shining on him, with a soft, quiet filter. There were a few girls inside who were picking things, and they saw Zhongli at the door through the glass window, and they looked at it in surprise.

Jian Zhichun finally arrived, her steps were slow, her breath was very steady, and she seemed to be comfortable with the two-kilometer journey.

"Still angry?" Jian Zhichun asked.

Zhongli was about to step down this staircase, when suddenly a little crystal clear thing fell in front of his eyes, and that little thing was too smiling, and it fell on the tip of his nose, and melted in an instant.

"Snow?"

Zhongli stared at the sky, the dark sky, and scattered snowflakes fell, and this snowflake gradually turned into snowflakes that could be distinguished by the naked eye in a few minutes. He reached out and caught a few snowflakes, which quickly turned into small droplets.

"It's snowing!"

Zhongli's tone was a little flat, but under this flat tone was a little bit of light in his eyes. Jian Zhichun has been in Jiangmen for many years, and he has never seen snow, this is the first time, and he saw snow just right at Christmas.

Most southerners are obsessed with snow, and therefore, soon, the little girls in the boutique, the couples and passers-by who are still walking on the road, have stopped and watched the snow flakes that are sprinkled out of the night, in the lights, constantly fluttering, constantly rising and falling.

"It's snowing, it's snowing!"

"Call Tan Zhou and call him to watch the snow together. ”

"It's snowing in Jiangmen, should I make a wish?"

"Make a wish for everything, haven't you read too many fairy tales?"

The streets were even more lively and noisy, and cheers could be heard, and Zhongli didn't like the snow much, but he was inevitably a little surprised. Jian Zhichun reached out and caught it in the air for a while, then she patted the back of Zhongli's head and threw the little drop of water down the collar.

"Hiss", Zhongli was about to cry out from the cold.

Zhongli looked at Jian Zhichun angrily, but the first thing that caught his eye was a red scarf.

Jian Zhichun held back for a long time, and now she can finally say it, she smiled and said, "Your Christmas gift is this." ”

The anxiety and boredom accumulated in Zhongli's mind instantly dissipated in this sentence, he thought about the Christmas gift for a long time, and performed for a long time, thinking that Jian Zhichun would forget, or not prepare at all, but he didn't expect that she had always remembered!

The scarf still has temperature on it, no wonder Jian Zhichun has been putting one hand in his pocket just now, it turned out to cover up the existence of this scarf.