A year ago

Country F

Phil Road University New Year's Ball

It is a magnificently designed Gothic building, with a minaret at the top that seems to bathe the whole building in the snow as if it were a winter night over the thick clouds, and even the wide lawn with the vestibule is covered with a dazzling layer of white.

Mu Zhiqing stood in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, behind which was a room with bright lights, fragrant clothes and sideburns, and many men and women dressed up carefully.

There is a girl in a black dress, inviting a boy in a white dress to dance for the first time of the night.

Vast expanses of flying snow seemed to crash into the glass window and into her inky eyes.

"Have a drink?" A man in a dark blue suit walked up to her with two glasses of orange juice in his hand, and the one in his right hand was being handed to her.

"No, I still like to drink water." Mu Zhiqing refused.

"Then I'll enjoy it alone. Also, aren't you going to do a dance? ”

"Sirius, I don't want to do it right now."

"Okay, then you can rest here."

The man turned away and poured into the crowd.

The dance ends with the salute of men and women on the dance floor.

Mu Zhiqing didn't want to stay any longer, walked out of the auditorium, and broke into the night.

It was a big snowfall, and the snowflakes fell on her hair, shoulders, eyelashes, and slender white calves.

Wearing the coat when he came, he didn't feel cold.

She lied, and when Sirius asked her, she said she didn't want to dance.

No, she just wanted to jump alone.

Walk all the way to the trail she frequents, with only dim streetlamps and high heels making noise on the asphalt, crushing the thin snowflakes that lay on the ground.

The place she wanted to go was at the end of the path, rarely visited, only a bench.

There was a figure under the light in the distance, vaguely visible, it was a man with a lofty and tall skeleton.

There are still people here. Mu Zhiqing thought to himself.

At the man's feet was a speaker-like thing, which played the song "Por Una Cabeza", which Mu Shiqing was most familiar with

He wears a silver mask and is dancing in a man's step.

Wild but imminent.

"Hi" Mu Zhiqing walked into the light of the same lamp as him and greeted him politely.

The man stops in the music and faces her.

The ten-centimeter heels made her nearly 1.8 meters tall, and if she looked up slightly, she could see the man below the mask.

"Chinese?" She asked her in Chinese.

"Hmm." The man replied.

"How long have you been waiting for me here?" Mu Shiqing abruptly asked a stranger he had never met before.

"Not long." The man's voice was as deep as a cello.

The question and answer are as if they know each other.

Mu Zhiqing took off the trench coat draped on his body, and wore a black waistless short dress with an open back and sleeveless.

Flying snow fell on her satin-smooth back.

She suddenly walked very close to the man, almost to the point where the two sides were close to each other, put her hands on his shoulders, and suddenly smiled: "Then sir, just this one, do it again." ”

The exhaled heat ironed on his earlobe.

Goblin.

As he spoke, the speaker at his feet had automatically started playing "Por Una Cabeza" on a loop

Second time.

The footsteps of both men were ambiguous and intangible, and the snowflakes and dust on the ground swirled like waves as they slid with their footsteps.

The girl's eyes are bright, and her posture is soft and powerful.

The man is gentle, and his posture is irresistible.