Yun Shan whispered to him, "No, Mo Zhuoyi, don't be afraid. She was a little shy, "I seriously thought about it, if it was to choose between being an actor and you in this life......"

Mo Zhuoyi looked at her silently. Yun Shan's eyes flowed with a different kind of look, "I choose you in this life." "This man who dressed her in socks, planted roses for her, guarded her tightly under falling rocks, and wished her a safe life.

Mo Zhuoyi stared at her in shock. He never seemed to show such an expression in disbelief, and he even suspected that he was having auditory hallucinations.

Yun Shan's cheeks were crimson, her voice was soft, and she reached out to cover his eyes, "Don't look at me like this." ”

She is already prone to shyness, and being able to say such things is already the limit. He stared at her like that, and she almost wanted to find a hole in the ground.

Mo Zhuoyi let her cover her eyes.

Yun Shan couldn't see his overly scorching gaze, so she finished her words shyly, "Mo Zhuoyi, don't be afraid. In these two lives, I may never love me as much as you, but I will try to like you a little more every day, okay? ”

I am close to you, a little more every day, and one day I will love you very much.

Love is inherently unfair. His love was too deep for her to give an equivalent in return. The only thing she could do was slowly approach him.

After Yun Shan finished speaking, she had to let go. And Mo Zhuoyi suddenly pressed her hand and didn't let her move, and she found that her palm was wet with tears.

"Okay." Waiting for you to say you love me, waiting for two lifetimes, from dawn to dusk, from death to rebirth.

He originally thought that this would be his lifelong watch. Later, he became more and more greedy, and felt that even if it was just a scene, it would be good for her to deceive him to the end. But at the moment, she really liked him. The two love each other, it turns out to be such a beautiful thing.

Yun Shan was at a loss.

"I'll wait for you to come back, and when the first snow falls, you'll marry me, right?"

Autumn is crisp and sunny.

Mo Zhuoyi didn't need to kneel down to propose, as early as when he knelt to put on shoes and socks for her, he had already bowed his head countless times.

Yun Shan's voice was gentle and firm, "Okay." ”

You waited so long when it snowed last year, and this time, I'll watch the snow with you so you won't be so cold.

Time passed quietly, and in December, anyone could see that Mr. Mo was not in a good mood recently.

It's been a warm winter and the weather has never been so warm as this winter. A few years ago, it was time to thicken the clothes in K City, but this year, it was sunny every day, and even at noon, it felt warm.

Ye Yan found that one of the things that Mr. Mo has been doing most often lately is to look at the weather forecast.

One day an employee said, "It started snowing in November in previous years, but this year it's so warm, won't it snow?" ”

Mr. Mo's face was gloomy, "You say it again." ”

Employees tremble, "No...... Won't ......"

Although Ye Yan, who is very discerning, doesn't understand what it matters whether it snows or not, she still has the ability to observe words and colors, and hurriedly said: "I don't think it's necessarily, as soon as the temperature drops down in a few days, it may snow." ”

The employee hurriedly stammered: "Yes, yes......"

Mo Zhuoyi suppressed the manic emotions in his heart and left. Say whatever you want it will not snow!

By mid-December, however, the snow had not yet fallen. Yun Shan didn't return either.

Mo Zhuoyi calmed down and asked Ye Yan to prepare the white feathers. When it snows, he has the final say.

Yun Shan's Weibo is often updated, most of them are Wanzi, posting some photos and small videos of Yun Shan, she is working hard to act.

She is now in her early twenties, and her eyebrows are a little less youthful and immature, and more beautiful and mature.

It was a science fiction movie, and the action scenes she shot were unexpectedly clean and domineering.

Mo Zhuoyi looked through it day and night, becoming more and more silent. Today's Yun Shan is no longer like a delicate and timid bud, she works hard to grow and bloom wantonly.

She is no longer admired by him alone, nor is she owned by him alone. Mo Zhuoyi was a little dazed for the first time, he let her go free and let her grow into the appearance that was difficult for him to control now, right or wrong.

While he couldn't control the violent and uneasy emotions in his heart, he couldn't help but be attracted by such Yun Shan. She began to appear frequently in his dreams, in which she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Is it providence that this year's snow has been delayed?

By the time the processed feathers were ready, it was the end of December. It's been two months since they last met.

Her Weibo has not been updated for a long time, and the previous one explained that the filming was delayed, and Yun Shan was likely to return to China later, so that fans would pick up the plane at the scheduled time.

Mo Zhuoyi looked at the pile of feathers and was silent for a long time.

Ye Yan couldn't understand it, she just felt that the world of rich people was too difficult to understand, why did Mo Shao suddenly want to see snow?

"Let's go." Mo Zhuoyi waved his hand, his expression depressed.

Ye Yan responded and left the villa, Aunt Su had something to do two days ago and went home, and the huge room was extremely quiet.

Mo Zhuoyi had a cold face and turned on the machine. The feathers fluttered, more dreamy than real snow, and the room quickly turned into a white world.

The corners of his mouth curled coldly, heh, the first snow. Fate has never taken pity on him, from the beginning to the present, so he is constantly fighting, grabbing, and plundering. In the past, I fought with people, and now I have to fight with God. I'm so tired!

Mo Zhuoyi sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, quietly waiting for this thing to finish.

It's useless, he knows. He can no longer be a liar, he can no longer make a fool of himself, he can no longer force her to stay with him.

Yun Shan quietly returned to China, she took Aunt Su's key, and originally wanted to surprise Mo Zhuoyi, but as soon as she entered the house, the feathers in the sky made her stunned.

Mo Zhuoyi reclined on the sofa, her eyes closed, as if she was asleep, and she didn't wake him up when she opened the door.

Yun Shan walked into it, the feathers fell on her shoulders, stained her eyelashes, and the whole world was white and beautiful.

The moment she approached him, Mo Zhuoyi opened his eyes vigilantly, his eyes turned cold and confused, and he couldn't tell whether this was a dream or a reality for a while.

The white world, beautiful her. She was barefoot, treading among the feathers, and could scarcely tell which was whiter. Her voice was sweet, "Mr. Mo, I'm back." ”

Mo Zhuoyi bent the corners of his mouth and opened his arms. She crashed into his arms, hurting his heart.

I'm afraid you won't come back, I'm afraid you're just lying to me, I'm afraid this love is too hurtful, everything is just my imagination.

Yun Shan knew why he was like this. She is filming abroad, and she also pays attention to the weather in China, which is particularly warm this year, and it may not snow. She knew that Mo Zhuoyi would definitely be sad, so she came back.

Yun Shan lay in his arms, obedient and soft, and reached out to pick up the fluttering feather, "It's warm." ”

Mo Zhuoyi leaned over and kissed her forehead, "Hmm." Wait, wait, it's going to snow. ”

"No waiting."

In an instant, the brilliance in Mo Zhuoyi's eyes shattered, and his voice was hoarse, so nervous that he trembled slightly, "Wait a little longer......"

Yun Shan smiled shyly: "This is it." ”

Mo Zhuoyi pinched her chin, "Are you sure?" ”

Yun Shan responded coquettishly, "Sure, I remember, the first snow, marry you." ”

God never favored him, but she pitied him, regardless of the laws of the world, and only asked about the day and night.

Mo Zhuoyi couldn't hold back any longer, and kissed the corner of her lips, "Shanshan, Shanshan......"

The feathers fell, flying lightly, and Yun Shan responded softly for a while, "Zhuoyi." ”

Mo Zhuoyi's eyes were focused and hot, he knew that this was not a dream, so he didn't dare to act recklessly, "Is it okay?" ”

Yun Shan bit her lower lip, tilted her head and said shyly: "Well, Zhuo Yi, I will touch your feet for the rest of your life, you are not allowed to bully me." ”

Mo Zhuoyi chuckled in a low voice, "Okay." ”

White ...... in one room Turning clouds and rain...... The clouds are gone......

In the end, Yun Shan couldn't stand it anymore and fell asleep. She fell asleep with tears in the corners of her eyes. Mo Zhuoyi gently wiped away her tears for her, and held her cherished in his arms.

Mo Zhuoyi closed his eyes, he remembered why he wrote "Shaohua" in the first place, and the secret he buried deep in his heart.

That was their first encounter.

In the hot summer, the girl wears a refreshing ponytail, her eyebrows and eyes are lowered, and she is talking to the manager of the bubble tea shop. I don't know what she said, she smiled slightly, simple and clean, clear and beautiful. However, a side face that is not clear softened throughout the summer.

He had never loved before, and life seemed to be a dispensable thing, but at that moment, his heartbeat seemed to go crazy, and he felt that he was really alive at that moment.

He suppressed the tremor in his heart, and he could no longer see anyone else in his sight. He asked, "Who is she?" ”

The group of them were playing on the second floor opposite the bubble tea shop, and his eyes were looking far away.

In a group of people, Zhao Rao walked over, "Mo Shao, I know who she is, her name is Yun Shan, and she is my classmate." Yun Shan studied very seriously. She also said that Yun Shan doesn't fall in love, and last week, she chased Yun Shan's vigorous rich second generation, but Yun Shan simply rejected it.

Mo Zhuoyi was thoughtful. If this love wants to peel off the cocoon and find the source, he actually fell in love with her a long time ago, but she never knew and never knew.

So seeing her wearing female ghost makeup, Mo Zhuoyi was angry and funny, and he had seen her in all kinds of beauty, how could he be deceived by appearances?

He accompanied her to act. All summer, he thought that it would be nice to have her, it would be nice to have her.

He drove from afar every day and stared at her from afar. Desire continues to ferment, and mere looking can no longer satisfy him. Even if no one sends her to him, he will find a way to get close to her.

She wore sandals that summer, and her feet were white and cute. Mo Zhuoyi clenched the steering wheel in his hand, and his Adam's apple moved. From that day on, he learned that he had a fetish for foot fetish.

Mo Zhuoyi put on his sunglasses and walked in front of her for the first time, his heart beating violently. They were so close that he could even smell the faint fragrance of her.

He casually ordered a drink, "What's it called?" ”

The girl's eyebrows and eyes are crooked, her face is like a gorgeous flower, and her voice is also very good, soft and glutinous, "Sir, it's called 'Palm Shaohua'." ”

So there was the stage play "Shaohua", one of them was on stage and the other was offstage. One is full of trepidation and avoids this scene, the other is full of anticipation, and the dark eyes are deep - this is my first encounter for you.

At this winter, Yun Shan opened her eyes, and her eyelashes were tinged with light moisture. Last night, Mo Zhuoyi was too much, and she still had a faint pain on her body, and after falling asleep, she dreamed of the things of her previous life for some reason.

In a trance in her dream, she seemed to see Mo Zhuoyi's last time.

He had gray hair and a grim countenance. Alone at the top of the mountain, in a wheelchair, watching a sunset. He said, "I forgot you, I forgot about you." ”

Yun Shan woke up, looked at the handsome young man in front of her, and raised the corners of her mouth. I'll be with you in this life, and you'll never be lonely or sad again, it's good.

The years are quiet, and everything is still in time.

Yun Shan blinked sleepily and fell asleep again, but she never dreamed of the sad rest of his previous life.

The sky was bright, and she was awakened by Mo Zhuoyi's kiss.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, snow is falling.

Mo Zhuoyi's voice was full of laughter, "Shanshan, it's snowing." ”