(Let's talk about it first, it's after 12 o'clock tonight)

I don't know where Jiang Yanzhou got it.

In short, in the fourth ring, a small room with one room and one living room, Jiang Yanzhou brought in a whole box of plastic baskets and twenty-four bottles of Harbin beer, and he also brought back a few appetizers.

The three of them sat on the ground, and Qi Suya bit open the cap of the beer bottle with her teeth.

Su Murong frowned and glanced at her: "It's not good for teeth." ”

She didn't miss a pick, so arrogant and sharp, like a thorn.

"There is wine today and drunk today, it's dry!"

……

The next day, Qi Suya smelled the smell in the air and saw a mess, with wine bottles rolling on the ground, socks, shoes, and trousers.

She slowly got up and did a good job, her eyes glanced at Jiang Yanzhou, and then at Su Murong, the two of them were not awake yet, and they were still asleep.

She couldn't help but fall into thought-provoking musing.

Not surprisingly, she was broken again.

But this fragment seems to be a bit of a loss?

Forgot important snippets.

Then she couldn't help but think that when she was sober, she had a lustful heart but no lustful gall, but the wine strengthened the bear's gall!

So, she drank so many times before, did something very important happen, but she forgot about it?

She pressed her head, habitually wanting to reach into the space and take out a few decanting pills, but suddenly she gave up again.

She took a top-heavy shower, wearing a standard gray padded jacket with her own sentence number on her chest.

She pushed the door open, and in an instant cold air hit her.

Below the tube building, there was a big snowstorm yesterday, and the snow was very deep and thick, and when she stepped on it, she almost buried her calf.

She creaked the snow on it, and finally found an open space, her ears were red, her face was red, and her hands were red.

She gathered some snow and rolled it into a ball of snow on the ground, and then pushed the ball of snow round and round as it grew bigger and bigger, rolling into a large snowball that was almost half a man high.

Then she made a smaller snowball and stacked it on top of the larger one.

After thinking about it, I broke two wooden branches, and finally made a simple version of the snowman with a big belly and no facial features.

She was squatting in the snow, her hands and feet were numb from the cold, and her cheeks were red.

The outdoor temperature is afraid that it must be minus 389 degrees, and the global temperature has not yet warmed up, and in this place in the north, in this era, the winter is really cold.

She rubbed her ears and heard footsteps behind her.

The man came up behind her and covered her ears from behind with his hot hands.

"Isn't it cold?"

She recognized it as Su Murong's voice.

"It's cold."

She shivered and sniffed: "But, it's so cold, I'm a little sore from the cold, but there is a kind of kind of like- ah, I'm still alive." There is a feeling this way. ”

The man was one hundred and fifty years tall, his body was well proportioned, he was handsome, his daily expression was majestic and solemn, he stood quietly behind her for a long time, and there was a mark on his neck.

In the end, he pulled her: "Get up, it's too cold outside, go back and stay, don't freeze." ”

She laughed, "Let's go back then." ”

The two of them walked back side by side, and on the way back, they saw Su Murong's footprints in the snow, she stepped on them, his feet were very big, and this footprint could completely fit her little feet.

The hangover was not yet gone, but she seemed to be a little happier.

However, Su Murong stared at her sideways.

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