On the evening of Chinese New Year's Eve, snowflakes fall in the sky. [Full text reading. 】

In the dim sky, the daylight faded, and only the last light remained.

Snowflakes are like catkins in spring, flying one by one, falling on the treetops, rooftops, and ground.

Capital.

An elegant and exquisite courtyard house.

In the courtyard, a tall pomegranate tree stands tall.

The branches are bare, stretching diagonally towards the sky, splitting the sky into pieces of a puzzle.

A slender man stood in the wind.

The lines of the knife-like face are hard and resolute, the thin lips are pursed, and the gaze is deep and cold.

Joss was dressed in a long black coat and looked at the white sky in the distance with far-reaching eyes.

It was dark, there was no sun, and it was foggy.

He had a cigarette between his right hand.

The cigarette butt was burning quietly, and when the wind blew, the ash fell and landed on the edge of his black leather shoe.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his brow furrowed.

There is a cold and secluded luster in the eyes, which is clear and extinguished, if there is nothing.

Raise your hand and take a puff of cigarette, the smoke slowly rising next to the side of his face.

The whistling north wind ruffled his coat and made the sound of hunting.

Under the pomegranate tree, the man has a slender body, a straight back line, and is peerless and independent.

"Qiao Ye, it's Chinese New Year's Eve." Meng Shen walked behind him.

"Hmm." Josnian dusted off the ashes of his cigarette butts, and his eyes went out.

The lights came on, stretching his shadow very long.

"Master Qiao, my sister and the young master are together for the New Year this year, and my sister took the young master back."

Josnian didn't speak.

"Master Qiao, it's snowing, dinner is ready." Meng Shen said.

"You go down first." Joss Nian commanded lightly.

"Yes."

Meng Shen listened, nodded, and retreated.

After walking a little farther away, he glanced back at Josnian.

This is the first New Year that Qiao Ye has spent alone, without Qin Tian, without Ye Jiaqi, and without Qiao Chengfan.

But this man is strong enough to sustain these senseless loneliness and loneliness.

His shoulders were broad enough, thick enough to block all the bitter wind and rain, the cold wind and cold arrows.

Under his shoulders, there is only warmth and a pure world on the side.

All the blood, the intrigue, the darkness was kept out of his shoulders.

The night was getting deeper.

Meng Shen saw Qiao Sinian standing outside all the time, his gaze falling in the distance.

The place is low-key and quiet.

The sound of firecrackers can be faintly heard, but it is more ethereal and serene.

Meng Shen made a call to Ye Jiaqi.

"Sister Ye."

Ye Jiaqi is feeding the guy ribs!

The guy giggled and slapped the table to make trouble with Ye Jiaqi.

"Mr. Meng."

Ye Jiaqi picked up the phone and walked to the balcony.

She was afraid that the child would hear it.

"Sister Ye, Chinese New Year's Eve is well."

"Thank you, Mr. Meng, you too." Ye Jiaqi said hello.

"Listen to you taking care of Master Chengfan."

"yes, I took him home, do you think I'm nosy?" Ye Jiaqi blinked.

"Take good care of him."

Ye Jiaqi smiled: "I thought you would also think that I took care of Qiao Chengfan with a purpose." ”

"I've never thought so." Meng Shen was calm, "I know what kind of person you are. ”

Suddenly, Ye Jiaqi was a little moved.

Although Meng Shen is not good at words, this sentence really touched her very much.

"Thank you, Mr. Meng."

There are still people who believe in her.

"I'm sure you can take care of the young master." Meng Shen said.

"I won't let you down, are you still in London?"