In the cold winter of December (lunar calendar), the wind blows in a hurry.

The trees, blown off by the cold wind, were crumpled with three layers of oil.

The lonely building of the Repeating Department is especially cold.

When I got out of the classroom, there was a cold wind everywhere.

Fortunately, there are many people in the classroom, so it is not particularly cold.

Students are afraid to leave the classroom unless necessary.

They are like biscuits, stuffed into a drawer by the wind again and again.

In a few days, Zeng Danqing will be eighteen years old.

Zeng Danqing's seat finally reached the penultimate row.

In fact, on the first day of fighting, the physics teacher Mr. Wu mentioned his name and called him to answer the question, he kept trying to avoid the teacher and sit in the back row of the classroom.

Now, after reading miscellaneous books for several months, he has basically never opened the textbook, except for the exam, he has not done any test questions, and finally failed the exam again and again, got his wish, and sat at the back of the classroom.

He reads miscellaneous books as he likes, writes poems as he likes, and passes the days as he likes.

The more you go to the back row, the more miscellaneous books you can see.

Among the miscellaneous books he has read, in addition to literary books, there are also martial arts books and books about asking immortals. The old repeaters are here, after years of hard work. Under the boredom, I can't specialize, and I have a wide range of knowledge.

He didn't understand much, and he didn't practice, anyway, when he was fine, when he didn't have any other books to read, he just flipped through them.

At that time, he didn't expect that his unintentional actions would achieve his Wuji Tiangang Gong seven years later, and thus accomplish many great things that ordinary people couldn't accomplish at all. This is a later story, and it is not listed here.

Many of the achievements in a person's life are often not deliberately pursued in the past.

The first snow of winter came, and there was a thick layer of snow on the road.

Zeng Danqing was wearing relatively thin clothes, still dressed like in the past. An old-fashioned Zhongshan outfit and a pair of liberation shoes.

He didn't even have a jacket. He still felt that all men, no matter what they wrew, were the same.

He has a pride in his bones.

Now, he feels that he has a sense of poetry.

He doesn't feel cold.

Because he had her in his heart. His body is fiery.

After dinner, there is generally no one in the classroom, and it is also cold.

He walks on the road so that he can heat up.

He walked very slowly. Creaking through the snow, he thought of his poems.

Thinking about her even more, he has written many poems for her.

He revised and brewed repeatedly, and felt that every word was well written.

At the moment, he chanted some of the sentences softly.

He felt that every snowflake was applauding his beautiful sentences.

"Back":

Quietly

Look at your back

You are a mountain that I will not overcome

I will crawl at your feet

Just for you to be taller

Gently

Say your name

You are the sea that I cannot cross

I would like to blend in with your waves

Just for you to be more sparkling

Slowly

Thinking about your face

You are my forever champagne

I'd like to sleep here

Just for you to never get old

He changed the "you belong to me" in Tagore's "Life and Death Accompaniment", integrated the pity and cherishing the jade in "Dream of Red Mansions", and wrote "I belong to her" in a long way. For him, love should be, utterly selfless.

It's strange to say, just thinking about her, she came.

Then he saw her and walked along the other side of the road to the front.

Walk fast, as if in a hurry.

Zeng Danqing wanted to follow her and see her swaying demeanor. It was a beautiful treat.

Her demeanor can give him more passion and make the psalms more exciting.

She crossed the road and also walked to Zeng Danqing's side.

Zeng Danqing was behind, following unhurriedly.

Her steps on the snow were a little difficult. The ups and downs bring more graceful twisting to the body. The thick winter coat can't hide her perfect curves.

Flowing black hair and pink jacket complement each other in the snowy sky.

It's incredibly beautiful.

He walked forward in a daze.

She walked on the snow, with a little difficulty, and several times, he almost walked behind her.

He could see her body in more detail.

Her waist, her hips, her bent legs, her slender neck, the sides of her windswept face, her cheeks showed a touch of frozen red......

It's been so long to see, so beautiful.

His hands were in his trouser pockets, his fists clenched gently.

For the first time, he felt that the beauty of a girl's body was in the palm of his hand.

He seems to feel that the beauty of a woman's body is better than her appearance.

Gradually, he felt that his desire for a woman's body was greater than his appearance.

He can't just stop at "looking at each other with four eyes".

Then he stopped, watched her walk a little farther away, and then followed.

Many times, he felt like he had stepped on her footprints. He stepped cautiously.

She kept walking on, towards the bridge. There was no turning back from the beginning to the end.

She walked across the bridge and continued on her way forward.

Zeng Danqing still followed unhurriedly, and also walked to the end of the bridge. Then he stopped.

He thought that her home might be in the county town on the other side of the bridge, and she was going home.

He wanted to keep going, but he couldn't.

In his opinion, it was rude to follow her like this for too long.

He was already rude, and it would be embarrassing for her to find out.

And soon he will have to turn back on his own study at night.

The time to follow is about 20 minutes.

He had never followed a girl like this for so long.

Nor has I ever looked at a girl with all my heart for so long.

Although it was only her back, it was already in full bloom like a rose.

When I saw it for a moment, I was already intoxicated. After seeing it for a long time, I was already drunk.

Zeng Danqing stepped on the snow, one foot high and one foot low, and walked back to the classroom.

The wind, how lovely, blew his face.

In the evening self-study, he wrote several poems for her. One of the songs, "Treading the Snow":

You tread the snow

I'm stepping on the seal

All the way forward

Boundless blazing

Rising from the ground

Through the footprints

Warms my body and mind

Snow, stepped on by you

The heart is developed by you

Anxious eyes

Looking forward to your return

Burning heart

I need your soothing

Thoughts of you

Flying like snowflakes

Your every step of the way

They are all on my heart

Build into a high mountain

Every grain of dirt on it

It's all burning

Burning with my deep affection

All night long, Zeng Danqing was excited.

The evening self-study of the three classes, unconsciously, passed all at once. He still had a few sentences that he hadn't finished pondering. The classroom lights were about to go out, and he hurried away.

Back in the dormitory, Cao Zhengwu was already lying on the bed, tightly curled up.

The two of them didn't talk much, but this night, they just chatted briefly.

Zeng Danqing was lying on the bed, in the quilt, and he gently stroked the root of his thigh.

He had been thinking about her for a long, long time. Close your eyes, slowly reminisce, slowly imagine.

On the snow, she is as pure as an angel in red.

Before, he had repeatedly warned himself that he could only have noble thoughts about her. She is an absolute lady, and he should be an absolute gentleman. There must be no blasphemous, hooligan-like thoughts.

However, now he can't stop longing and missing her body.

On the snow, her frustrated steps, the movement of bending over and lifting her legs, the swaying arc of her hips, the rhythm of her waist twisting gently, the shadow of her back, all of this has been deep and long-lasting, making him drunk.

For twenty minutes or so, it was like a small movie, and all the spotlight was focused on her body.

Her body, her every movement, her image, is wonderful, plump, and complete.

Slowly, all he could think of was her body, forgetting her face.

He had an experience that was unprecedented, long-lasting, and abundant.

Under the covers, there was a heat wave tumbling, and great pleasure penetrated his body and mind.

Outside the bed, it was cold, and in the air, there were ice cellars everywhere.