Xiang Xiaoyuan was washing dishes in the kitchen alone, and Cheng Hao, Xue Cheng and Fu Xianlong went out together after eating.

The room, which was still lively just now, is deserted at the moment.

Xiao Yuan finished tidying up the kitchen and began to clean the living room again, and the silence was really a contrast.

Usually no one thinks that this house is so big and empty, but once the noise disappears and stops, it suddenly feels so quiet that even breathing can hear the echo.

Xiang Xiaoyuan twisted the lamp and opened the book, such a quiet night is the most suitable for studying, and it is also suitable for thinking about some thoughts.

For example, does Mr. Ni know that Sister Sangsang is Doudou? Does Brother Jingtao know his feelings......

**

Cheng Hao was woken up early in the morning by the sound of birds outside the house, and yesterday he went to a nightclub with the two of them for a while and came back very late.

As I get older, I don't seem to be very interested in this kind of nightlife now, and I feel tired after playing for a while.

For this kind of glamorous nightlife, he has long lost his freshness, and the only thing he is interested in is to look at those beautiful women with heavy makeup in a daze, imagining what they look like after removing their makeup, whether they are still so glamorous, or miserable.

He covered his forehead, and felt a little dizzy, and his neurasthenia had been bothering him, but no matter how bad his sleep quality was, he would not be so noisy that he couldn't sleep because of a few small birds.

Cheng Hao walked to the window, it snowed all night last night, how could it be six or seven centimeters thick, the nearby windowsill, the eaves, the distant roof, and the branches were all covered with snow.

The snow is layered on top of each other, and there is really a kind of beauty of the poet's pen "thousands of trees and pear blossoms".

Looking at the ground again, Cheng Hao laughed, where were one or two small birds, but a large flock, which was chirping there and competing for something, no wonder he would be woken up.

When I looked closely, I didn't know who scattered a handful of rice in the backyard, and I didn't know if it would attract so many birds.

Cheng Hao walked lazily to the dining room in pajamas, there were only dishes and chopsticks on the table and no breakfast, he felt very strange, and when he came to the kitchen, he found that Xiaoyuan was afraid that the rice was cold, so he put it on the stove and warmed it over a low fire.

He took a bite of the boiled egg, and suddenly remembered where this girl had gone?

He didn't care about eating any more, so he hurriedly put on his clothes and ran upstairs, and the door to Xiaoyuan's room was wide open, and no one was in the house.

Cheng Hao ran to the terrace again, and as soon as he opened the door, he felt the cold air hit people, but the air was exceptionally clear and moist, and he took several breaths before he slowly adapted to this temperature.

The snow on the terrace had already been cleared aside, and a crooked snowman was piled up.

Seeing this snowman, Cheng Hao's heart moved slightly.

He crouched down, looked at the snowman, and gently stroked it with his hand.

It was as if the days had suddenly gone back to that time, when he was still very young.

It was also after a heavy snowfall, in a large compound full of debris, that children ran to each other and had a snowball fight.

He was very small, but he was crouching in the doorway, burying his head in a snowman.

He didn't know how long it had been piling up, he just wanted to pile it as big as possible.

The snow was not obedient and collapsed as it piled up.

He was trying in vain, but a pair of large hands pressed on his small, cold red hands.

His father smiled and helped him build a snowman taller than him.

Remember that the snowman had a long nose made of carrots, and he took off his scarf and put it around its neck.

Until it was dark, the smoke of honeycomb coal came from the kitchen, accompanied by the smell of food, and my sister who went to school returned.

His mother touched his head with her hand and beckoned him to eat, and he looked at the snowman with reluctance.

It was really nice at that time, with a father, a mother, and a sister.

The snowman he had built all day had been guarding the door of his house......

I still remember that he once had a fight with the neighbor's little brother, because he stuck a firecracker in the snowman's body and broke half of the firecracker.

The boy, who was nearly half a head taller than him, couldn't beat him.

The aunts in the courtyard all laughed and said, this kid is alone, and his things are not allowed to be touched by others.

Maybe it's really like this, thinking it's your own thing, and you feel like no one can take it away.

But in the spring of the following year, the snowman still didn't stay, and watched it grow smaller and smaller, and Zuihou turned into a puddle of water.

He cried very sadly, but his sister said that the snowman was called away by the spring girl.

He looked up and asked his sister stupidly:

"Sister, will you leave?"

Thinking of this: "Will you go?"

Cheng Hao's heart suddenly tingled, and then he came back to his senses from his memories and hurriedly walked away from the snowman.

He lit a cigarette to calm down, then leaned against the railing and looked.

A road had been swept out of his house, and in the distance there was a man wielding a large broom.

The red clothes on her body are very conspicuous, like a small beating flame, she is so shining in this snow-covered shijie, so bright that Cheng Hao's heart also beats rapidly.

**

After school at noon, Xiang Xiaoyuan had not yet walked out of the campus when he heard someone calling his name.

The voice was soft, and there was a sense of hesitation.

Xiao Yuan turned around, and six or seven meters behind her stood a person she didn't expect.

"Mr. Lan?" Xiao Yuan said in his heart, "How could it be him?"

The snow stained the playground white, leaving a series of chaotic footprints on the snow-made ground of the large playground.

Because it is big, everyone seems very small, and because it is white, it seems that the buildings, trees, and sky in the distance are gray.

The blue down jacket he wore was so dazzling, just like his people.

Xiao Yuan never thought that a man could control such a flamboyant color so easily.

In this white snowy area, he stood out like that, as if he was the only one left standing alone in the vast snowfield.

Xiao Yuan felt that he was a god in Norse mythology, because of beauty and cold.

Lan Shaoqi also looked at the girl blankly, the short red coat on her body stood out in the white expanse. White really sets off the red, the kind of vivid red.

Her face was like a puff of red and white tones. In this cold winter, it is reminiscent of a peach blossom tree with beautiful spring colors.

Her black eyes, like the night of the night, shimmered like stars.

How can a man dressed in blue and a girl dressed in red not be eyed in the white snow full of shijie.

The two of them stared at each other blankly, because of her surprise and his embarrassment.

"Light rain...... Gone ......."

Lan Shaoqi's voice was so ethereal, but it was so shocking.

Xiang Xiaoyuan only felt that his breathing was in arrest, his brain was blank, and his legs were paralyzed.