The warmth lingered on the surface of the soft wool, and the touch was more heart-warming than the warmth, and he carefully wrapped the scarf around my neck a few times, and the edges were carefully placed.

"It's going to melt, what should I do?" I said suddenly.

"Huh?" He raised his eyes.

"Snowman, it's going to melt," I said, looking at him, my voice more silent than the falling snow, "then, what to do?" ”

He paused, his gaze spreading in the warmth reflected in the street window, "I'll melt in the palm of your hand." ”

I was slightly stunned.

He straightened the scarf and said slowly, "You told me to make the snow look like you want, and then hold it in your hand and wait for it to melt completely, so that you will be able to get him before the first snow of next year comes." So," he smiled at my tightly wrapped appearance, "I'm going to melt in the palm of your hand and let you own me forever." ”

"Who wants to have you forever." I pouted, blocking my abnormal heartbeat.

Suddenly, a snowflake fell on my eyelashes, and I reflexively blinked, and it didn't fall.

"Close your eyes." Si Tianzhe said.

I was puzzled to see his face slowly approaching, as clean as the freshly covered snow at the top of Tower Bridge in London.

People involuntarily obeyed and closed their eyes.

His kiss landed on my eyelashes in the next moment, a light kiss off the edelweiss, and then, a slightly cool lip imprint on my lips.

It seems that there is a silent ice and snow melting between the lips, and the coldness of a touch is instantly annihilated.

The street lights are bright, and only a dazzling gold color is left in the field of vision.

The moist traces of the lip line are not warm, but also warm.

*

One week later, in the morning, I had a little make-up and was ready to go back to school.

As soon as I went out, a figure leaned beside the black body, and poured a bright morning light into me, "Morning." ”

The corners of my mouth twitched, "You ......"

Si Tianzhe smiled very kindly and harmlessly, and said unhurriedly, "Baby, I think if you want to go to class, you will need someone to help you get your textbooks every day, or pull the chair." ”

I was wistful, "I don't need to. ”

"Then," he tilted his head again, in thought, "if you skip class, you need someone to cover you and help you take notes." ”

I'm gloomy, "I don't skip class......"

"Really?" His lips lifted and he stepped forward, his gaze resting on me, "But it's not reassuring, not only with that little ghost, but also with the legendary composer who someone admires so much......"

I was helpless, and sure enough, this was the point.

"Okay, whatever you want." I shoved a stack of books into my hand and walked straight to his car.

"But," I said, looking back after a few steps, "I don't have any information about him, but I think G.A is at least 40 years old." ”

Today, the Royal Academy of Music is even more spectacular than expected, and as soon as you turn the street, you can already see a crowd of people crowding the entire classical art style school gate. There are police officers everywhere outside the school gates. Alert, dispatched police. The number of guards is also considerable, and the scene is comparable to that of a presidential election.

Drive smoothly through the school gate to a red brick Gothic-style school building, the entrance is very strict, including the identity of passers-by, personal belongings, and early passes.

I swept through the guards equipped with hidden guns, and I was able to put on such a show in the Royal Academy of Music, one of the best in the United Kingdom, and sure enough, the status of the big man who came in the name of the mysterious ghost composer today is also immeasurable.

I turned to look at the people around me who were as usual, since I entered the school gate, and now I have entered the teaching building without any hindrance, the blessing of Young Master Tosi, not only did no one routinely check us, but even the police when passing through the curfew. The guards also bowed to greet us.

I raised the corners of my lips, and it seemed that it was the right decision to bring him this VIP pass.

- Only, if it weren't for the fact that this Mr. Pass was so tightly held, and that he still showed you a dazzling smile that was worthy of a white angel statue from time to time.

However, when the picture progresses to the door of the classroom, it becomes a little different.

The guards here are different from the checkpoints along the way, they are not bodyguards or policemen. Guard, instead like some kind of gang. faction forces, although they are also in the same black suits, but the overly gloomy aura revealed by everyone is always a little unspeakably uncomfortable.

"Pass." A grim-faced man said to the woman who came to the door.

The woman stroked her short flaxen hair, put her delicate crystal nails on the crook of her arm, and said casually, "It doesn't matter if you don't know who I am, call your chief to come out." ”

"Miss Blair, please show your pass." The man repeated with a blank face, like the unwavering sound of indifference when a machine was running.

"You ......" The woman known as Miss Blair stared at her eyes wide in disbelief.

I gradually recognized her, it turned out that this Miss Blair was the daughter of the British Deputy Minister of Finance, her mother was a member of the royal family, and she herself was the current editor-in-chief of the newspaper "The Times", and she was a very famous British socialite.

However, even with such a famous origin, it was inevitable that the door would be blocked, and I began to wonder who set up this access control.

"It seems that Miss Blair does not have a pass." The man glanced at the guards beside him, and immediately two people stepped forward as ordered.

"Let your chief come to me!" Miss Blair said in a loud voice.

The man looked unpolite, raised his chin, and the two guards were assigned to Miss Blair's side, "Please." ”

"I want to see your chief!" She repeated, already angry.

It is a pity that in the end, there is a place where the brilliance of power does not shine, and the result is that Miss Blair is "invited" out by the guards in a less ladylike form.

Seeing this, I approached Si Tianzhe's side and whispered, "Otherwise, we rock-paper-scissors, you win and take me away, and if I win, I'll accompany you to try it, how about it?" ”

He was noncommittal, and slanted the line of light, "This bet is not very attractive to me, it is better to change it to a bigger one." ”

"For what?" I raised an eyebrow.

He brushed the hair from my ear and said in a soft kiss, "Change you." ”

I resisted the urge to slant at him and took a step forward, "You'll be on fire later. Fight, I'll be the first to leave. ”

He smiled, followed, and squeezed my hand, "Don't worry, it won't." ”

I looked at him and was puzzled.

How could it not? I don't believe he's really so powerful that he can get a pass.

Prior to today, the information of everyone who came to the lecture was screened through a rigorous investigation process comparable to that of the FBI, and I also glanced at the final list of personnel, and found no suspicious traces. After identifying the identity, a pass was issued to each person, and the pass has a total of 7 access control anti-counterfeiting systems from entering the school gate today, which is really a layer of checks, all of which are indispensable. (To be continued.) )