The early spring sun is particularly dazzling, hitting the face through the blue glass, making people dare not look directly; A warm winter year, not too cold; Feng Xue's slender waist, the lines beating in the light, Yu Xiaochuan looked at her sideways, sudden sadness, he understood that the calm of these few days may be only and short-lived, and all conspiracies and crises are still operating quietly in the corner; What should you call the person in front of you? Lin Xi? Or Feng Xue? This has always been distressing, not only the discrimination of the people in front of you, but also the self-cognition, people and things in different worlds, but intertwined. "Who the hell am I?"

Stretched the quilt and covered Xue'er's shoulders, even if it is a warm winter, it must be covered tightly, otherwise it will also be sick, this is love, simple and sincere.

Feng Xue, who was asleep, turned around and hugged Yu Xiaochuan, Xiaochuan panicked, this sudden embrace, although it was in his sleep, melted his heart.

"Cher, awake?" Yu Xiaochuan's gentle greetings.

Feng Xue didn't respond, curled up, and kept rubbing her head into Yu Xiaochuan's arms. What a warm picture, with a delicate girlfriend in her arms, can give her enough security, maybe it's just the warmth of this moment.

The daughter of a rich family put down her body and lived in her own grass house, which is only available in TV dramas, and it fell on her head.

"Chuan, it's snowing!" Xue'er rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked up at Xiao Chuan, those eyes radiated light, but they were dazzling in winter, warm and soft, giving longing through all crises.

Yu Xiaochuan reached out and stroked Feng Xue's scattered hair, and looked out the window: "Well, it's snowing." ”

Feng Xue lifted the quilt and sat up: "Don't lie in bed, go out to play!" "How cute, obviously just woke up from sleep, and even Zhang Luo wanted to go out to play in the snow, "every snow" makes people nostalgic for this hurried moment.

"Baby, it's obvious that you're in bed, I've been watching you for a long time." Yu Xiaochuan touched Feng Xue's head, like an adult caressing his young and lovely daughter.

"Hmph, I don't care, it's just that you lie in bed." The wayward Feng Xue pouted and pushed Xiao Chuan's hand away.

"Okay, okay, I'll lie in bed, come, I'll hug, don't get cold." Yu Xiaochuan hugged Feng Xue into his arms, Yu Xiaochuan just wanted to do this, let time freeze in this second, bathed in the sun, with love in his arms, and enjoy the peace of the moment.

Feng Xue shyly pushed Yu Xiaochuan away, pointed to the hanger next to the bed, and signaled that Yu Xiaochuan would wait for him to change clothes.

Outside, the snow-capped, looming plum-like collapse is the early wild cat stepping on the soft snow to forage around, not bearing to pollute the pure white, carefully passing by.

The withered willows of winter, with a few snowflakes on their heads, must be playing hide and seek with passers-by from a distance.

The temperature is always silent, the cuitan by the bridge wakes up from hibernation, although it is frozen, the pool water is flowing in the gaps, and the ticking sound when falling should be like the wind chimes in front of the courtyard gate when I was a child.

Yu Xiaochuan stopped and looked into the distance, completely unaware that Feng Xue had already gathered a snowball and was ready to go; The neck was cold for a while, Feng Xue actually stuffed the fist-sized snowball into the collar completely, Yu Xiaochuan jumped violently and shook his clothes vigorously, not startled, but really cold. Feng Xue on the side laughed, a picture scroll, but it was a pity that it was fleeting.

Yu Xiaochuan took Feng Xue into his arms, pressed it down, scooped up a handful of snow, and painted Feng Xue's face without leaking, just like that, leaving behind the life and death from the summer solstice to the early autumn, and returning to the basics.

Lao Qin prepared the dishes, booked a high-end hotel, and dialed the rich woman's phone, since the dinner at Xiaochuan's house, Lao Qin did not contact the rich woman again, first, he couldn't spare time, and second, he was always a little embarrassed between Xiaochuan and the rich woman. Now that I've been calm enough, it's time to reunite.

In the restaurant, it can be seen that Lao Qin has dressed up carefully, abandoning his original greasy and sloppy image, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and actually shaved off the beard that he has grown for many years, and turned his hair back, the whole person is indeed a lot more advanced, and he can be regarded as an elderly man, and the waiter on the side stood quietly.

The rich woman pushed open the heavy and gorgeous door, walked in on the red carpet, took off a mink coat, replaced it with a dark red tweed coat, carried a small and delicate "poplar forest" pink leather bag in her left hand, and her high heels made a clicking sound, her toes were high, and her eyes did not fall to Lao Qin at all.

"Xiaoyun, I haven't seen you for so long, are you okay?" Lao Qin was a little embarrassed.

"Okay, very good, let's serve." The rich woman is yin and yang.

"Okay," Lao Qin raised his hand and motioned for the waiter to serve the food.

A large private room can accommodate twenty people of a rotating table, only Lao Qin and the rich woman sit opposite each other, five or six waiters walked in, arranging the position of the dishes, there are two other waiters in the left corner of the private room to deprive and pour wine, you can see clearly, the bottle is written "GRAND VIN DE CHATEAU LATOUR 1994", this is produced in Bordeaux, France, one of the eight famous Château Latour, 15 years ago, has reached the mature standard, the style is vigorous and strong, rich and mellow, it can be seen that Lao Qin is really ruthless, This bottle is no less than Lafite, but I don't know if the choice of such a strong red wine was Lao Qin's mistake or deliberate.

This is a meal with identity, the two of them ate slowly for two hours, the rich woman is indeed from the three eastern provinces, three bottles of Latu into the stomach, Lao Qin has been swaying left and right, but her eyes are not red and her heart is not beating.

Those who are intoxicated are not alcoholic, but idealistic.