Four or five people chatted happily, and soon, everyone felt hungry.

Da Liu took Zhao Yuemin and others to his dormitory in the Petroleum Institute and cooked in person, and Azgul also helped on the side.

Large plate of chicken, roast mutton, pulled noodles, lion's head, a table of dishes is very rich, and the characteristics of Western Xinjiang cuisine and Huaiyang cuisine are combined.

Da Liu took out two more bottles of Hongliuhe wine and filled them for everyone, and everyone's mood was very high.

Da Liu's dormitory is not very spacey, with four or five people crammed together. Zhao Yuemin could feel that Azgul was clinging to him, laughing and chatting with everyone. He was a little evasive at first, but when he drank wine several times and chatted happily, he didn't care so much.

"Guys, I'll show you my literary achievements." Da Liu rolled up his sleeves and took out a bunch of magazines from the bookshelf, including "Wushi Evening News" and "Xijiang Literature".

"Recently, these magazines have featured my articles." Da Liu said with a little smugness.

The 80s was the golden age of literature, and all kinds of lead and mimeographed publications sprung up, and it would be an honor if anyone's work became a lead type.

"Yo, Writer Liu......" The others all coaxed.

"Cut, what's there?" Azgul pouted and said, "Zhao Yuemin has published dozens of papers in international petroleum journals. Moreover, he also met your idol writer Mr. Jia Ping. ”

"Have you met Teacher Jia?" Da Liu immediately held Zhao Yuemin's hand tightly and said enviously, "Teacher Jia is my idol, I have been writing to him, hoping that he will have the opportunity to reply to me." ”

Azgul said: "Da Liu, Yuemin accompanied Jia Ping to visit the Tarim Basin, and he will write a novel based on him." Yuemin, you say, what will be the subject matter of the novel? ”

Zhao Yuemin thought that Jia Ping had told him to take the love triangle between him, Su Hong, and Azgul as the clue of the novel, and said with embarrassment on his face: "...... Maybe it's a love story. ”

"Love Story ......" The people around them all looked at Azgul for a long time, and then looked at Zhao Yuemin, showing a strange smile.

After eating and drinking, several people were already a little drunk, but Da Liu proposed to take a stroll around the neighborhood, and four or five people hooked their shoulders, sang songs, and walked outside the campus.

In 88 years, there have been several famous buildings and more than a dozen 20-story high-rise buildings, such as the Autonomous Region Trade Union Building, the Economic Commission Building, etc.

Zhao Yuemin and a few people walked on the most beautiful bright road, and the hardy maple trees were planted on both sides of the road, which was extremely beautiful. In the drunkenness, he felt as if he had returned to his high school days, the stress-free hanging out with his classmates and friends.

"Look, it's snowing." Azgul shouted as she pointed to the sky with her breath.

The white goose feather snow fell one after another.

Winter in western Xinjiang comes earlier and lasts longer than in many cities in the south. Every year, around the "Eleventh", there is usually a cold snap, which will make people feel a burst of coolness. Due to the long sunshine hours in western Xinjiang, the temperature difference between morning and evening is large, and sometimes the temperature difference between day and night will be more than ten degrees, so there is a saying that "wear a cotton jacket in the morning and wear yarn in the afternoon, and eat watermelon with a stove".

In people's memory, the snow in western Xinjiang in the 80s was much heavier than later. At that time, people lived in houses with vaulted roofs made of adobe, and some people still lived in underground kilns, half dug in the ground, half covered in the ground, and went out early in the morning in winter, sometimes they could not open the door, and it turned out that the door was tightly sealed by heavy snow overnight.

Winter is still a playground for children, and after a heavy snowfall, children cheer, roll in the snow, wrestle, have snowball fights, and build snowmen.

Da Liu glanced at Zhao Yuemin, and the two of them picked up a snowball from the ground, and threw it directly at the back of her neck while Azgul was unprepared.

"Oops......" Azgul called coquettishly.

"It's him, he threw it." Da Liu smiled evilly and pointed at Zhao Yuemin.

Azgul looked at Zhao Yuemin, immediately picked up a big snowball from the ground, and said to Zhao Yuemin as she walked: "

Yuemin, if you are a man, you don't take it. ”

Zhao Yuemin thought to himself that if he didn't hide, he wouldn't hide, wouldn't it be a snowball, he stood still and didn't move.

Azguli walked up quickly, but unexpectedly grabbed Zhao Yuemin's down jacket, and with a swipe upward, a snowball smashed directly into Zhao Yuemin's belly.

This smash is really shiny and cool.

Zhao Yuemin didn't expect the other party to dare to touch his clothes, so he quickly pulled off the snow on his belly.

Da Liu gloated beside him: "Yuemin, what's the matter, the girls in the Western Xinjiang are not easy to mess with." He Azgul dares to pick up your clothes in public now, and he will dare to pick your pants in a while...... Oops...... Sister Guli, stop hitting me, I was wrong. ”

The crowd frolicked for a while, and the snowflakes flew, which made everyone excited, and Azgul proposed to go ice skating.

A few people came to the ice rink, and in the weather, there was already a thick layer of snow on the ground, and many teenagers in Western Xinjiang sawed the wooden strips into the length of their feet, sawed out a groove underneath, and inlaid the hacksaw blades into them to make homemade skates.

There are already quite a few skaters in the rink. Beginners tremble, and skilled gallop freely.

Da Liu and Azgul had already skillfully changed into skates, and only Zhao Yuemin looked at the ice rink in a daze.

"Won't?" Da Liu asked.

"Hmm."

"You Zhao Yuemin, Wen can put pen to paper to settle the world, and Wu Neng will immediately settle the world......," Da Liu said in a chapter, "I finally found your weakness - you can't skate." ”

"Let her teach you ......," Da Liu said towards Azgul Nunu.

"This ......" Zhao Yuemin was a little shy.

"Afraid of what? The girls in Western Xinjiang are all enthusiastic. The young teachers of our school often have parties, where everyone eats and dances together. At the beginning, none of us college students from the mainland could dance, and we were very shy, but we were taught by female teachers in Western Xinjiang. Da Liu said.

At this time, Azgul had already changed into skates, stood on the ice rink slimly, and said briskly: "Yuemin, come and give me your hand, I will teach you." ”

Zhao Yuemin put a bottle of red wine into his stomach, looking at Azguli's delicate and charming face, like Su Hong and Hu Lin, dizzy.

Before he had time to think about it, he was directly picked up by Azgul and slid towards the center of the ice rink.

Azgul's fingers were slender and soft as boneless, Zhao Yuemin's heart became more and more empty, and his hands sweated frequently, but Azgul didn't care.

Zhao Yuemin was so embarrassed that he stumbled all the way, and he almost couldn't walk. When he was about to fall down several times, Azgul was on the side to hold him in time, and physical contact between the two was also essential.

To outsiders, the two looked like a couple hugging each other.

When Da Liu saw this scene, he glanced at a few people, and everyone gloated and sang together:

"Mandarin ducks and amphibious butterflies fly together, and the spring color in the garden is intoxicating. Quietly asked the holy monk, is the daughter beautiful, is the daughter beautiful......"