Unbearable, self-contained, the anger received from Bai Yuan embroidery and the smell of Xia Xiaochun's perfume prompted Zhao Xiangnong to do something at that moment.

Let this strange guy taste what it's like to be frozen.

With all her strength, Zhao Xiangnong pushed the man to the surface of the lake, anyway, she was like that from the first time they met, swearing, mean and mocking, and had no image at all.

The man fell into the lake and made a loud noise, mixed with the sound of the man's panicked voice: I can't swim!

Depend on! Rely on! This bastard!

It's empty! The man struggled in the water!

What a broom star! Gritting his teeth, Zhao Xiangnong ripped off his shawl and jumped into the water.

The housekeeper showed up at the scene of the pie duì and told the group of young men and women who were having a good time: the owner had gone to rest for a while because he had drunk too much, and he wished everyone a good time.

Tucked away in the deepest part of the cottage surrounded by huge trees, the wood burns in the closet, and the roaring flames cast on the faces of young men and women sitting on the floor in front of the closet carpet, wrapped in thick blankets, surrounded by the smell of hot cocoa.

Zhao Xiangnong curled her knees, rested her chin on her knees, and looked at the man who was pushed into the water by her not long ago and fished out of the water by her.

Now they're wearing the clothes of the holiday home staff.

The man didn't look at her, his eyes were focused on the fire, the bright flames burning under his eyes.

Some thoughts are precipitating.

"You said you had seen me before?" Zhao Xiangnon asked.

The man's face turned to her, "Hmm." ”

"Perhaps..."Zhao Xiangnon tilted his head: "Do you know Clara?" You're the one Clara has been waiting for tonight? Are you the fresh meat of Clara in their mouths? ”

The last title made the man frown.

"I'm not fresh meat, my name is Song Yuze." The man said, as he spoke, using his fingers to draw strokes of his name on the carpet.

Song Yuze! For the first time, Zhao Xiangnong felt that this man was very suitable for this name.

"And Clara and I are not what you think." Song Yuze said: "Appearing on the weekend pie with Clara is the same for me as a weekend worker, similar to working as a waiter in a restaurant. ”

Zhao Xiangnong didn't hear Song Yuze's words in her ears, at this time, she was very curious about a question.

"Last weekend, I heard you and Clara talking in the hallway." Speaking of this, Zhao Xiangnon actually felt that he was not embarrassed: "The person who was scolded by Clara as a voyeur is me." ”

"I know!" He said.

"Clara comes from the French Charles de Gaulle family, and Clara participates in the celebrity pie duì every year, and the celebrity pie duì do you know? This pie duì has existed for more than 100 years, and to get an invitation, you need to get the unanimous communication of a hundred celebrities, and Clara got the invitation to the pie duì at the age of fourteen. ”

"So what?" He responded to her lengthy explanation.

Seeing Song Yuze's expression, Zhao Xiangnong knew that he was not a stupid boy who didn't know anything, it seemed that he knew who Clara was.

"So why did you refuse?" Zhao Xiangnong was curious about this.

At this time, in Zhao Xiangnong's heart, Song Yuze is similar to a guy who takes money from a woman's purse by his looks.

Song Yuze's face moved closer to her: "Have you ever heard of the formula of one plus one?" ”

Zhao Xiangnong frowned, and she heard a faint sense of mockery from Song Yuze's tone.

"When the formula of one plus one was put into a very rigorous academic seminar, the scholars racked their brains with a large number of formulas to list all kinds of answers, but no one answered correctly, and finally the child who answered the answer correctly inadvertently broke into the scene, the answer of one plus one is equal to two, it's as simple as that, the moral behind this little story is actually to reflect a state of mind of people, what you think in your heart and what your eyes see."

Zhao Xiangnong knew that Song Yuze was mocking him in disguise.

"Why don't you agree to go to France with Clara, do you still need me to sue you for this answer? Zhao Shannon! ”

Really, even this thief who steals red wine dares to point fingers in front of her.

Zhao Xiangnong raised his head and smiled at Song Yuze: "Song Yuze, I can let you taste the taste of being frozen again." ”

The door was pushed open, and the staff came in with the processed clothes, Song Yuze stood up and looked at her condescendingly: "You won't!" ”

Song Yuze took his clothes and left.

Zhao Xiangnong looked at the gorgeous flames blankly, Song Yuze was right, yes, she would not let Song Yuze taste the taste of being frozen, not because she didn't want to, but she didn't dare, after knowing that Song Yuze was the boy that Clara loved.

For the next few days, Zhao Xiangnong did not receive a call from Bai Yuanxiu, she did not call Bai Yuanxiu, she still took the subway to work from Monday to Friday, Song Liansu incorporated her into her public relations team, and asked her to help deal with some events in her work and even daily life, which were large and small.

On the tenth working day, Song Liansu also specifically mentioned her in an interview with TV media: "I can't wait to bring her back to New York from Chicago." ”

Song Liansu's words appeared on many mainstream media pages on Saturday, winning a lot of praise for Zhao Xiangnong.

On Saturday night, due to Li Rou's physical discomfort, Zhao Xiangnong appeared at the reception instead of his mother and Zhao Yanting, at which Zhao Xiangnong met Bai Yuanxiu, and he also accompanied his father to attend the reception.

As usual, Kashiwahara came to her and told her that he had asked the housekeeper to make newspaper clippings with the praise page given to her by her boss.

After saying thank you to Kashiwahara embroidery, Zhao Xiangnong tried her best to see something from Kashiwahara embroidery's face, but after all, the face of the man who was engaged to her when she turned twenty-four was the same expression as always, caring, gentle, so that your steps only dare to stay at the original point, and dare not take a step and are reluctant to take a step back.

In the past week, there have been whispers in their circle: the Bai family has recently been in frequent contact with their financial planners, sharing appraisers, and the stocks of Zhao's Department Store and Pak Pharmaceutical have fluctuated slightly.

Behind such whispers lies such a message: I am afraid that the marriage between the Zhao family and the Bai family will face the risk of breaking the situation.

Zhao Xiangnon knows that behind the engagement between Zhao Xiangnong and Bai Yuan Xiu is the inextricable entanglement of interests belonging to the two major enterprises, and these Bai Yuan Xiu also know that he is careful in every step.

Perhaps, the parents of the two families are also aware of this, so today, Bai Yuanxiu's father showed a particularly enthusiastic attitude towards her, and Zhao Yanting will say something meaningful to her this morning: Xiao Nong's happiness is ranked above his father's career.

At the end of the reception, Bai Yuan Xiu and Zhao Xiangnong said: Xiao Nong, I will be busy at this stage.

The meaning of Kashiwahara's words is obvious.

"Coincidentally, I've been busy lately, too." Zhao Xiangnon smiled and said to Kashiwahara embroidery.

Zhao Xiangnong knew that she was passive at this moment, just because of that reluctance to make her appear passive, she still had hopes for Bai Yuan embroidery: this man just needs time, she is willing to wait for him, anyway, she has been waiting for him for so long.

If you ask Zhao Xiangnon what she is looking forward to the most, then in the answer sheet that only she can see, there must be such an answer: Zhao Xiangnon likes Sunday the most.

The itinerary in Miss Rice's possession stated that Chancellor had to learn Grapevine every Sunday afternoon between two and five o'clock.

In fact, during those four hours every Sunday afternoon, Zhao Shannon was not learning Grapevine.

Every Sunday afternoon, Zhao Xiangnon will come to the figure skating training center that has been renovated from the abandoned gymnasium, which is run by a figure skating enthusiast, he has converted the abandoned gymnasium into an ice skating rink, providing a venue for those who love figure skating for free, and his kindness has made some people choose to come here on weekends to volunteer, Zhao Heanong is also one of those volunteers, here in the old and poorly equipped figure skating center, she is a four-eyed girl with black-rimmed glasses and a wooden personality called Anon.

Due to the large flow of people in the training center and the fact that this is a relatively backward area of Chicago, no one will associate the four-eyed girl who does not talk much and occasionally looks at the ice rink in a daze with the heir of the Zhao family.

Zhao Xiangnon accidentally knew about this place three years ago, and it was just a momentary thought, she chose to step into here, and for the past three years, as long as time allows, Zhao Xiangnon will come here every Sunday.

Zhao Xiangnon likes it here, there is a sound that makes her always get goosebumps when she listens, it is the sound of skate blades scraping across the ice, sliding, spinning, jumping, all have its own sound, and the most exciting thing is the sound of the air turning skate blades leaving the ice and falling again.

"Squeak-" each time it made her heart wrinkle.

Zhao Heannon needs to hear such a voice too much, once, she was also the maker of these sounds, from the age of ten to sixteen, Zhao Heungnon was the school's figure skater, she represented the school in many competitions, her happiest moment every day was to wear skates in a very limited time and keep sliding and spinning, at that time many people thought that one day she would be on the international stage, Zhao Heungnon also dreamed that one day everyone could witness her flying moment.

In Zhao Xiangnong's mind, figure skating represents an alternative flight that breaks through the constraints and the freedom of touch.

Only, in the summer of sixteen, the screw of her skate broke her wings, and she fell heavily on the ice as her toes hit the ground, and she heard the sound of her bones shattering, filled with despair.

"Your knees can't handle high-intensity exercise." The doctor's tone was unmistakable.

In the summer of sixteen, Zhao Shannon burned everything about figure skating in a fire, and on this day, her father gave her a plane.

"Nong, it allows you to fly higher." That's what he told her.

A month later, another girl took her place in a blue figure skating suit that belonged to hers, and skated for the highest score in the race that was hers.

She sat down and looked at the person on the stage, once under the stars and moon, and she shared secrets with her.

After that, many people gave her flowers.

Afterwards...... After that, the man came to her with flowers in his arms that were almost unfillable, and he was so nervous, carefully handing her the most beautiful bouquet of flowers.

I didn't look at it, and coldly photographed the bouquet of flowers.

The man wanted to say something to her, and someone called her name, "Zhu Run, your boyfriend called you." ”

The man smiled sweetly and ran away, and as she ran, flowers fell from her arms, and Zhao Xiangnong looked at the flowers that kept falling on the ground and said unconscious words.

On the winter Sunday of the twenty-fourth year, Zhao Xiangnong stood under the stage wearing large black-framed glasses, and the girl with red gloves spinning on the circular ice made her accidentally fall into the memories of the past.

The words that sixteen-year-old Zhao Xiangnong said unconsciously in her mouth suddenly pierced her ears, and the pain was so painful that she could only cover her ears.

"I didn't say those words, I didn't say those words," she said, covering her ears and backing up.

Her steps were so flustered, her voice trembling as she spoke, and then she bumped into someone.

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