Song Chuchu bowed his head embarrassedly, looking like a primary school student who had been criticized by the teacher: "I used Liao Jichuan's mobile phone to call you that day, didn't I hang up your phone angrily." ”

Song Yanheng was amused: "At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, you might as well calculate how many calls you hung up with me, and let's settle the accounts at one time." ”

Song Chuchu kicked the ground with a thin layer of snow under his feet, and was a little anxious: "Oh, it's not okay for me to apologize to you here, I used to be young and ignorant, and I offended you a lot, you have a lot, don't worry about me." ”

Song Yanheng heard this, took the mobile phone and looked at it in front of him, wasn't it Song Chu who called? This girl is a little abnormal today.

"At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, do you have something to ask me for? That's not right, since you were a child, you just had something to look for me, at most give me a smile, this low and small is not like your style. ”

Song Chuchu was silent for a while and didn't answer, and suddenly shouted: "Song Yanheng." The voice was soft, like a feather brushing by.

"What?"

"I heard Yun Fei say, you went abroad. When are you coming back? ”

Song Yanheng's footsteps stopped. Outside the glass door, there is a goose feather snow under the light, which is as white as jade, and it is as beautiful as a dream. Song Chuchu's voice was in his ears, gently and softly rubbing with the heavy snow, flying in front of his eyes.

Shen Xiaoan saw that Song Yanheng was still smiling and talking lightly, but now he suddenly stood here and didn't move. He wondered if something had happened to the aunt on the phone to provoke the uncle in front of him. Unexpectedly, his eyes widened when he looked at the square outside the hall.

There were not many people in the square, and those who had returned from the snow overnight in the heavy snow hurriedly walked out of the square. There is only a brown-red figure standing quietly in the snow, like a pretty red plum in the snow.

"That's not ・・・・・・," Shen Xiaoan pointed to Song Chu.

Song Yanheng looked at it, it was the beginning of the Song Dynasty. It was snowing heavily outside, and everyone else hurried to avoid the snow, but she was standing in the snow without being afraid of the cold. Song Yanheng hung up the phone and walked towards Song Chu.

Song Chuchu was in a daze with the hung up mobile phone, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from afar: "Song Chu." ”

When Song looked at the beginning of the year, he saw Song Yanheng standing a few meters away, walking towards him.

"Song Yanheng." Song Chu screamed in surprise, opened his arms and ran towards Song Yanheng, the snowflakes hit her face, and it was very cool and comfortable.

Song Chuchu threw himself into Song Yanheng's arms with a bright smile, hugged Song Yanheng, and said, "You just called you and you came out, this is amazing." ”

Behind Song Yanheng, Shen Xiaoan opened his mouth wide and looked at the two people hugging each other blankly. This scene is too Su. Why did he just follow Song Yanheng abroad for half a month, and the character of the cold-hearted eldest lady of the Song family has undergone earth-shaking changes?

Recalling Fang Cai's romance textbook-like fluttering hug, Shen Xiao's peace of mind was about to melt.

Song Yanheng took Song Chuchu, who was stuck in his arms, out, frowned and looked at Song Chuchu and scolded: "Song Chu, did you put your brain at home and forgot to bring it out, you are still standing in the snow on such a cold day, and you are idle and have nothing to eat in the middle of the night to come to the airport to wander around, don't you know how unsafe the airport is?" ”

Song Chu smiled at the beginning: "I came by car, and I couldn't freeze." You said it was a coincidence, I happened to be here to take a walk and I met you getting off the plane. ”

"Where's the car?"

"There." Song pointed to the parking space at the beginning of the year.

Song Yanheng grabbed Song Chuchu's hand and walked to the parking lot, and kept saying as he walked: "It's such a cold day, why don't you put on your coat too." How good it can be when you wear less, and when you look back and get sick, you can't wrap up a handful of snot and tears like a bear, and it's really ugly at that time. ”

Song Chuchu just wanted to interject, but Song Yanheng stretched out his hand: "The key." Song Chu had to find the key from his bag. When he sat down, Song Chugang wanted to continue the topic just now, but Song Yanheng grabbed the conversation: "Have you eaten?" ”

Song Chu shook his head, thinking forget it, Song Yanheng went crazy and started the chatter mode, she couldn't grab it, so she didn't grab it.

"Where do you want to eat?"

Song Chuchu, who couldn't eat just now, was now interested when he heard this question: "Lu'an Lane, go to Lu'an Lane." ”

Compared with the active atmosphere in the car, Shen Xiaoan outside the car looked particularly bleak. He pulled Song Yanheng's suitcase, looked at the two vague figures in the car through the frosty glass, and said, "Mr. Song, then I'll send your luggage to your home and get off work?" ”

Song Yanheng didn't hear it, turned on the headlights and reversed. The bright light hit Shen Xiaoan, and Shen Xiaoan was only left with a thin and insignificant black shadow.

Shen Xiaoan muttered in his heart: This world of abusing single dogs! Then he turned around expressionlessly, and with the sound of the suitcase crossing the ground, his back stopped looking for the driver, waiting for Song Yanheng to drive.

There is a ramen shop in Lu'an Lane, which is owned by a Japanese woman. At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, I saw a few night photos on the food guide of City C, and I thought it was beautiful and always wanted to come and see it.

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he saw two red lanterns hanging on a dark street, swaying slightly in the wind.

A small shopfront in a narrow alley, surrounded by wood on three sides, and on the side facing the road is a long high table with long chairs behind it. Inside is the stove where the noodles are boiling, and the soup is steaming. There is a red flag hanging on one side of the storefront, and two papier-mâché red lanterns are hanging, and the orange light shines out of the lanterns, reflecting the plain white snow on the ground, which is very beautiful.

It's almost ten o'clock, and because of the cold snow, this already cold street is now uninhabited. It was white, clean and smooth, and there wasn't even a footprint.

Song Chuchu pointed to the simple and delicate little shop and said, "Look, is it good?" ”

When eating at the beginning of the Song Dynasty, eating has always been about artistic conception rather than taste. If you want to find beautiful scenery and feel like you, it is enough to follow Song Chu, a literary and artistic youth.

The stall owners are a husband and wife. The wife is dressed in a Japanese kimono, which is soft and graceful in the gentle light.

Seeing Song Yanheng and Song Chu, the Japanese woman greeted warmly: "What do you want to eat, pork bones or seafood?" ”

Chinese is spoken stiffly, but the tone is warm.

Song Chuchu sat down on the chair, propped up his chin on the table with one hand and smiled back at the woman: "I want chicken bones, Sano ramen." ”

The two guests who ate in the noodle restaurant listened to Song Chu's answer and both lowered their heads and smiled. The landlady smiled generously and said to her husband, "Okay, a portion of Sano ramen." ”

P.S. It's snowing here too~ Continue to ask for tickets and collect~