"I said there were a lot of girls chasing me, how can you be indifferent?" Lin Yuhan looked at Chu Ning Dao in frustration.

"I'm glad for you! Isn't that enough? "Chu Ning is innocent.

"Elm pimple, forget it." Lin Yuhan covered his heart with injury, and then lay down on the snow.

"And then?" Chu Ning then asked.

"Later?" Lin Yuhan's eyes widened.

"Hmmm! What about the girls who stick to you one after another? ”

"No, because they saw something better, I was dumped by them again." Lin Yuhao said nonsense.

"Hah--, I knew it was like this." Chu Ning couldn't help but lean forward and lean back with a smile, but when he saw Lin Yuhan looking at him with a resentful expression, he restrained his smile a little, and then comforted him with some regret:

"Don't be sad, according to your conditions, it is true that they have no vision."

"Maybe!" Lin Yuhan simply closed his eyes and no longer paid attention to Chu Ning.

"By the way, let me tell you one thing, I have one of my best classmates named Fang Weizhen, who is not only beautiful, but also enthusiastic and cheerful, and the most rare thing is that he was born in a wealthy family, and he is never pampered and spoiled. I also heard that his mother is the director of an orphanage in Jiangcheng, his father is the chairman of a consortium, and his uncle is the owner of an international brand of clothing! ”

"Another couple born with a golden key." Lin Yuhan echoed with interest.

"Don't let you say that about my friend, Virgin she has never been arrogant, she is very low-key, and there are not many people like their family who have been engaged in charity for many years and can be so low-key."

"I said, girl, what are you doing when you always go to peck at other people's families? Besides, the children of rich families will always raise some bad problems, how can they compare with you, I finally came back, what do you always do with some irrelevant people? Lin Yuhan got up, picked up the bamboo flute, and gently knocked Chu Ning's head.

"It hurts!" Chu Ning subconsciously hugged his head, but the latter lay back on the snow, closing his eyes and ignoring her.

Chu Ning looked at Lin Yuhan, who was lying on the snow for a long time, and her eyes suddenly flashed as if she remembered something, she got up and squatted in front of Lin Yuhan, staring at Lin Yuhan and said:

"Why don't you bring her picture to you the next time I come back?"

"Come on, you don't give up, your own heart!" Lin Yuhan still closed his eyes, but he didn't hear Chu Ning's response for a long time, and when he was about to open his eyes, he unexpectedly fell down on a ball of snowflakes, and because he couldn't dodge, he was hit by the snowflakes.

"Chu Ning—" It took Lin Yuhan a few seconds to get used to it. He squinted his eyes and got up, searching around for Chu Ning's figure, not thinking that this must be her masterpiece, but the culprit seemed to have slipped away.

"Brother Yuhan--, I'm here!" About ten meters away, Chu Ning was grimacing at Lin Yuhan.

"Ugly girl! How can you bear to treat me like this? ”

"That's what happened when you ignored me, but it's been a long time since I've seen you look so angry, and I think it's pretty cute!" After Chu Ning finished speaking, he turned around and ran farther away.

"Hey! You wait for me--" Lin Yuhan wiped the snow on his face and body with his sleeve, and then took a step towards Chu Ning's direction, and the two figures began to chase again in the snow.

At the other end of the woods, Lin Yuhao was looking at the two people who were making trouble and chasing in the forest. Looking at the two figures that were gradually moving away, he took a deep breath, wrapped his trench coat tightly, and then stepped on the thick snow, moving forward with difficulty.

Looking at the snow-covered land, his mood turned pale. He found that under his feet, the original sheep intestine path had long been unclear, only that the snow was crushing under his feet.

He didn't know how long he had walked, but he felt that he had walked through the evergreen forest, and then through the pine and cypress, and then came to the place in front of him.

There are rows of neat tombstones, each of which has been mottled by the years, and although the tombstones have been covered by snow, they still cannot hide the clumps of withered thorns and weeds.

He paused for a moment, gathered his thoughts, and then walked gently past the rows of tombstones, stopping in front of a tombstone made of marble.

After standing for a long time, he crouched down, stretched out his hands, and carefully wiped the snow stains from the stele, looking as earnestly as if his son were combing his elderly father with white silver threads.

After the snowflakes were gone, he knelt down on his knees in front of the monument, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the vigorous handwriting on the monument: the tomb of Lin Yuting.

At the upper right end of the word, there is a photo about ten inches in which the man in his early thirties is in high spirits.

"Daddy! They're going to be happy together, right? Lin Yuhao looked at his father's portrait, and suddenly burst into tears.

"How good it would be if you were alive, and if you were alive, you would know my pain and contradictions."

Although some memories have begun to blur as he grows older, the years left by his father before his death are eternal and unforgettable memories.

Because of the death of his father, it means that his originally warm and happy childhood is gone, and his mother washes her face with tears all day long. Therefore, when other children of the same age are still enjoying the joy of family, his young heart has begun to silently bear everything that a child should not and cannot bear......

The snowflakes fluttered unscrupulously again at some point, and it fell on Lin Yuhao's face, hair and body one by one, but he didn't realize it, he just kept looking at his father's face similar to him stupidly......

After Lin Yuhao returned home, he took a hot bath, and then kept busy in the room until late at night.

I've been busy with design drafts for the last few days, so I don't have much time for him to spend time. Originally, when I was in Jiangcheng, the rush to the manuscript was quite smooth, but since I returned to Y City this afternoon, from the afternoon to the evening, there has been no progress at all. Because his thoughts were fixed on the afternoon, the 'red elf' running in the snow, like a firework that does not eat the fireworks of the world.

When the mind is not focused, the design is as lifeless as if it has no soul.

Lin Yuhao was a little helpless, he threw down his pencil, rubbed his forehead, and then went to the living room to make a pot of strong tea and came back. This is a habit he has developed over the years, and whenever his mind is a little messy, he likes to drink tea and design artwork at the same time.