Chapter 51: Twenty-three degrees of sunshine in Qiao City

Zhou Fanxing repeated the swallowing action, again and again, suppressing the panic that came up.

"Zhou Zhou, I want to go to see the snow, so I don't have any clothes." Meng Lang took two sets of cotton clothes and sat next to Zhou Fanxing.

Zhou Fanxing raised her eyes and smiled like a flower, she thought she was a master of disguising her emotions. Cry when you need to cry and laugh when you need to laugh.

The prompt to board the plane sounded in his ears, Meng Lang held the cotton clothes and pulled Zhou Fanxing, and strode towards the boarding gate, Meng Lang had the lightest suit in his hand, but he felt that it was enough for him to go anywhere willingly - even if that place was not warm, even if that place was in the northernmost sky, he was willing to accompany her from south to north.

As soon as he got off the plane, the cold of the north blew through the two people from the warm south, Zhou Fanxing shrunk his neck, opened the package before Meng Lang, and put cotton clothes on Meng Lang, when Meng Lang asked a gentleman to put on clothes for Zhou Fanxing, Zhou Fanxing had already put it on.

Looking at the cleaners who were clearing the snow at the airport, Zhou Fanxing smiled excitedly: "It seems that the snow is quite big." "The starlight of the dark night sprinkled on the snow made the night unusually bright.

Zhou Fanxing dragged Meng Lang out of the airport, stopped the car, and went to the booked residence. The cold of Mohe caught Meng Lang, who had lived in the south for a long time, off guard, Zhou Fanxing's face was red from the cold, and he ran in and out to buy clothes.

In the middle of the night, the white earth sounded with a rustling voice, Zhou Fanxing, who was planning tomorrow's trip, chirped, like a different person, she was so willful and free, so frank Zhou Fanxing made Meng Lang can't help but think about why she heard the soft whisper of the earth in the interval between her speech, Zhou Fanxing bounced up from the bed, jumped out of bed and ran to the window, and the whole person was stuck on the window.

Large snowflakes drifted from the unknown darkness, like angels jumping down from the abyss, the sky was full of snow, the rows of houses were like lonely islands in the sea of snow, and in the warm house, two people snuggled up to each other.

Zhou Fanxing kept cleaning the windows, looking at the snowflakes curling Tingting, and his eyes were full of mist. There are times when there is such a heavy snow in her hometown, and she rolls in the snow with her childhood partner, rubs the snowball with her frozen red hands, throws it into the distance, and wears soaked clothes and goes home in the heat.

Time passed, her hometown, her partners, and the heavy snow were gone, and there was no moon and stars in her night sky, only a bottomless night, so she called herself a starry man and was her own army, but after all, it was too lonely.

Meng Lang brought a stool, asked Zhou Fanxing to sit down, and brought a cloth to wipe the glass window for her. Meng Lang held the wine glass and shook the red wine in the glass, even if it was such an almost wandering trip, he couldn't change his gentlemanly tone, he pulled another stool and sat down side by side with Zhou Fanxing.

"Can you tell me why you like snow so much?"

"To like is to like, and there is no why."

"No, there is a reason why you like something, or there is something like this in a time that you like, or something like this reminds you of someone, a good day." Meng Lang took a sip of the red wine in his glass

"Tsk, it doesn't taste good."

"What about you? What do you like? ”

"The tulips in the meadow, the twenty-three degrees of sunshine mixed with the fragrance of grass in Qiaocheng, the roses of Valentine's Day, the red line floating on the stock market, and now the snow of a desert river." Zhou Fanxing sneered, put his legs on the stool, hugged his legs, flashed a pair of eyes reflecting the snow, and asked Meng Lang: "Without me?" ”

"I don't like you, I love you." Meng Lang shook his wine glass without changing his face, although he would not take another sip of the inferior red wine in the glass.

"I still like fireworks, but unfortunately they pollute the environment."

"I thought you wouldn't like popular stuff."

"I'm a very vulgar person, too. Loves diamonds, money, luxuries. ”

"Ahh Women by nature. ”

"You should have asked me to take you to buy diamonds." Meng Lang chuckled.