Feeling Han Yingying's gaze, Shen Mosheng's face turned pale, and he shouted in a somewhat begging voice: "Yingying......"

"Huh?"

"Don't look."

"You're good-looking."

"Embarrassed."

"But I like to see you, and I can't see that you're unhappy."

"Then look." Shen Mosheng was sitting precariously, with a posture of "let you see the bottom, I will never move".

Han Yingying was amused by him: "Okay, just don't look at you." ”

Shen Mosheng smiled a little embarrassedly: "Look at it casually in private." ”

"Okay."

Looking at the two pairs of loving and loving people, Feng Yuyue, who was alone, suddenly felt a little spring: It's time to find someone who is tired of it.

Taking the last sip of coffee, he quietly got up and left the deep hidden merit and fame.

"Shen Mosheng, let's go too." Han Yingying gestured to Lin Xiling and Han Zishi, who were tired of being together, with her eyes, wanting to leave space for them.

"Hmm." Shen Mosheng got up, carefully tied Han Yingying's scarf and put on gloves, and made sure that she was fully armed and couldn't freeze, before nodding with satisfaction.

"Shen Mosheng, I'm hot."

"It's cold when you go out."

"Where are we going?"

"You decide, I'll follow." Holding Han Yingying's hand, Shen Mosheng's eyebrows and eyes were stretched, and his eyes were soft.

As long as you are with her, you can go anywhere.

The two held hands and walked aimlessly down the street.

Suddenly, a white dot fell, followed by more white dots, one after another, like a spirit from heaven, descending with people's expectations, trying to decorate the earth into a world covered in silver.

Han Yingying's eyes widened in surprise, she tore off her gloves to catch the snow, and shouted excitedly: "Shen Mosheng, it's snow, it's snowing." ”

In the southern cities, it rarely snows.

The last time it snowed, it seemed like it was several years ago.

"Well, it's snowing." Shen Mosheng looked at Han Yingying, who was as excited as a child, and was infected by her happiness, and couldn't help laughing.

"Shen Mosheng, you are really my invincible lucky star, every time I am with you, something good will happen."

Han Yingying hugged Shen Mosheng excitedly, looking at him with her head held high, her face was flushed, her eyes were shining, just looking at it, she couldn't help but be happy together.

Hugging him gently, Shen Mosheng smiled like the wind in March, with endless warmth and softness: "Yingying, you said the opposite." You're the lucky star. ”

"Then let's be each other's lucky stars."

"Okay."

"Shen Mosheng, do you know how to build a snowman?"

"I used to go to the north to see other people's piles."

"Let's pile it up together this time."

"Sakura, the snow in the south, rarely accumulates and disappears after a while." Although he didn't want to pour cold water, Shen Mosheng was more afraid that Han Yingying's expectations would be too high, and he would be disappointed.

"Then I'll just stand like this and turn myself into a snowman."

"Sakura, I'm going to catch a cold."

"For the sake of the snowman, fight."

Shen Mosheng couldn't help but rub her head: "When this mission is over, I'll take you to a place where it snows heavily and let you pile up." ”

Her eyes lit up suddenly, and Han Yingying looked at him in surprise: "Really"

"Wow, Shen Mosheng, you're so good."

Seeing her so happy, Shen Mosheng only felt satisfied.

As long as Sakura Sakura is happy, he is willing to take Sakura Sakura to any corner of the earth.

Before he was with Sakura, he thought that the snowy night only existed in the poems.

After being with Sakura Sakura, he realized that the people around him were Sakura Sakura, and everywhere was full of flowers.