With a part-time job and not a low income, Wen Xun's economic situation has slowly eased a lot. As for Jiang Xiangyang's side, although he was a little unhappy or very unhappy when he learned that Wen Xunjiao was a male student, he also knew that such a job opportunity was quite rare, so he endured his jealousy and didn't stop her.

Busy days always pass quickly, Wen Xun tosses between study and part-time work, and in a blink of an eye, the end of the semester and the winter vacation are ushered in.

It's just that this winter vacation is as short as the winter vacation she spent with Jiang Xiangyang, and she is still not ready to return to China.

First, because she was really busy, and secondly, because her time was not right with Jiang Xiangyang, even if she returned to China, she could only stay in City C for a few days, and when he returned during the Spring Festival, she was already in Duncheng again. The most important point is that Jin Mei and Wen Boyong are going out on vacation, and even her parents are not at home when she goes back.

Wen Xun was really speechless when she learned the news, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she replied to her mother's voice, "So there is no such thing as me going back in your plan?"

Jin Mei also replied with a voice, and she said while laughing, "So didn't I tell you in advance! ”

“......”

Good guy, Wen Xun sighed directly good guy.

White Pearl can't be counted on either, she's going on a romantic trip to a neighboring country with her boyfriend, and she's either reading a book or humming a song to pack her bags for the last two days. She was still humming and suddenly paused, then turned her head to look at Wen Xun and said seriously, "Am I too cruel like this?"

Wen Xun smiled back at her, "It's okay, I'm OK, you continue." ”

In short, it seems that the whole world has gone to the winter vacation, Christmas and Spring Festival, and she is left alone to study academics.

Wen Xun held up the book, and began to sing in his ears into the bedroom next door.

- There is also a hammer mind to delve into academics!

She put down her book and secretly decided that she couldn't be too sloppy. She typed "How does a person celebrate the festival" on her mobile phone, trying to play some tricks of one person to give herself some sense of ritual, but before pressing search, her hand stopped again.

- Okay, she still has some expectations, looking forward to Jiang Xiangyang maybe one day he will suddenly come over.

Always believe that miracles will happen.

But the days passed like this, Jiang Xiangyang still recorded his daily life in the small planet as usual, and called her on video or phone calls when he was free, and on the phone, he was basically talking about some things about his work, and he was not preparing any surprises at all.

It wasn't until the early hours of Christmas that Wen Xun realized that his expectations had really failed this time.

Jiang Xiangyang is not preparing for a surprise, he is really busy, so busy that he is dizzy, where can he come to see her?

Wen Xun sighed, looked at the empty bed of White Pearl, picked up his mobile phone and typed the line again: "How can a person celebrate the festival." ”

This time, she pressed the search button, like pressing out the small flame that was beating in her heart, and pressing the candle that was expecting it.

She looked at the experiences of people who shared their own holidays or birthdays, made a plan for herself that seemed good, and then turned off the lights.

The next morning, Wen Xun was woken up by the alarm clock. After grooming and dressing, she went out and began to implement her little plan.

Her first stop was to have a good breakfast - she is indeed lazy, and she often skips breakfast, either because she gets up late or because it is too cold to be too lazy to move. Today's sense of ritual begins with a good breakfast.

The second stop is to go to a place where you can try on a princess dress.

Wen Xun has always felt that her girl's heart doesn't seem to be as many as her age, so she has very few moments when her girl's heart bursts. Except for a few surprises that Jiang Xiangyang created for her, it seems that there is really nothing.

Today she plans to make up for this and give herself a romance.

Such stores in China generally have some skirts that are more national and more ancient, but here in Duncheng is different, basically they are fluffy princess dresses, and after wearing them, it seems that they have become the princesses in those well-known animations. After Wen Xun tried on the first skirt and dragged the skirt out, she was exclaimed by several people in the store, and she was pulled to take a photo with them, a little cramped, but also a little happy.

The third stop was a niche coffee shop with rave reviews, but when I got there and looked at the long line, Wen Xun really didn't know where it was. However, with one of the three major sentences "coming here" as a support, Wen Xun still decided to line up to take a look, and it would not be in vain.

It didn't turn out well.

When it was finally her turn, she ordered a cup of hot coffee, but it didn't taste right for her. She frowned and looked around to see if everyone else's expressions were just as suffocated as her, and that's when she realized that everyone else was here to take pictures.

She suddenly remembered those boring "Internet celebrity stores" in China.

It turns out that this kind of thing can be found all over the world.

Wen Xun silently crossed in his heart - the third stop, stepping on thunder.

Then she went to the island of Don Harbor alone, which seemed no different from the first time she came. She stretched out her hand to feel the temperature of the sea breeze, and it didn't take long for her to be blown a little chilly.

The seagulls were still hovering very close to the people trying to get some food, Wen Xun gave them some crumbs, and a bold seagull dared to stand on her arm.

She remembered that in the winter when she and Jiang Xiangyang came here, there was such a seagull that was so bold that she dared to get close to her, and Jiang Xiangyang also took a photo of her and the seagull at that time.

No one takes a picture of her now.

But thinking of this, she didn't feel sentimental, but there was a faint sense of peace of mind and happiness that was different from that time.

The sense of ritual and security can be given to oneself - and this sentence is not just a chicken soup quote.

Wen Xun raised her arms slightly, and the seagull flew away with her movements. She thought of the heroic characters in martial arts dramas who would have an eagle standing on their arms, and suddenly felt that she might be quite cool just now.

The mobile phone in her pocket vibrated twice, and she opened it to see that it was Jiang Xiangyang who sent it to her: Merry Christmas.

Look at the world clock, it's only four o'clock in the morning in China, and he is up so early.

Wen Xun turned on the camera and turned the camera towards him, and then turned around with his mobile phone, putting the sea, the blue sky, and the seagulls into the screen. She smiled at him and shouted, "Merry Christmas! You just woke up, but I've already done a lot of things!"

After a while, he replied to her: yes, but this is also the last winter that will be busy with each other.

Wen Xun looked at these lines and smiled again.