When he stood at the corner of the top of the West Lake. Toilet. In front of the place, look at Beishan Street, which is more than ten meters away.

A large poplar shrouded the ground in front of him. Dusk. Secretly.

The cold of winter is easy to wear at this time. Penetrate. His shirt made his heart feel very comfortable cold at this moment.

Two or three meters down the steps in front of him, there was a girl wearing a long black dress with small white round spots, and a black short-sleeved shirt on her upper body with this long skirt showed her tall figure very good-looking, making this boy a little amazing at a glance.

She's wrapping one. Dark cyan. The denim jacket, a very skinny garment, only reached the top of her waist.

In the moment that the young man stared at Beishan Street, he didn't know how many times he looked at it.

In such an environment, he felt very good in his heart.

At least today's journey is now, and there will be some nostalgia for many things that happened during the day, and it is possible that I will never have such an experience in my life.

From. Toilet. Place. Came out a man carrying ash. Hue. The girl with the black side of the small bag felt a rush as soon as it came out. Yin. Cold. of gas. Cease. Raid. Come, she couldn't help but shudder.

She hurriedly put the rice. Hue. Cashmere coat towards. Body. Wrap. Finish. Wrapped, he didn't look at him in front of him, and said: "By the way, we don't seem to have booked the hotel in Jiashan yet, do you want to book now, don't have no place to live then, such a cold day, hiss." ”

"Let's go to the train station and choose again, it's just in time. I've been here for a long time, and I'm about to catch a cold. "Looking at her appearance, it seems to be in the middle of winter, a little innocent.

"Hmm."

She was still stamping her steps as she stepped down the steps to walk side by side with him.

She felt as if she was chilling for a moment, and she wasn't too prepared.

She turned her face sideways and looked at the young man next to her, a very tall boy, his skin and appearance were very good-looking, and he was so good.

It's as if she watched 'hah' with her sister who is more than a decade older than her in the family a long time ago. Buddha. Love. Love Story'.

At that time, I felt that it was like an unattainable dream, and the scene of the 'male protagonist' walking home alone on a snowy day was deeply rooted in her heart, but she didn't expect that in an instant, she seemed to be facing such a scene.

Walking onto the sidewalk of Beishan Street, a large number of tourists gather in front of the traffic light on Huancheng West Road.

He was wondering if he wouldn't be able to find the car.

As soon as I arrived at the intersection, I saw a long row of small orange cars parked on the sidewalk across the road at the test fence.

He turned his head to the girl next to him and said, "I'll go over there and ride right away." “

The subway station was over there, and tourists flocked to the road in the past, and Wu Xuan originally thought that the two of them would ride back.

She hadn't even crossed the road before she saw two girls and a boy sweeping over there. Yard..

She embedded the bag in the basket and pulled it out a few more times, feeling that it was very stuck. Tight.

The young man on the side of the road stood there and looked back at her: "The distance is not close, almost eight or nine kilometers, you must follow on the way. Tight. I. “

"You don't want to ride too fast." She whispered at him, her voice mocking. It was not very loud in the crowd.

She saw the traffic lights flashing across the road. Green. The young man walked in with the cart as if he were drowning in the road.

You need to be aware at all times that you will bump into other people every now and then.

At this time, she had a little bit in her heart and wanted to keep up with him quickly. Rush. Move.

I'm afraid that it will really fall down when it's late.

This feeling has appeared many times before, and every time it appears, it makes me feel something special. Feeling. Guileless.