"I always feel that I can't see through you, and I always feel that you are far away from me."

"Really?" Zhou Fanxing didn't know what to answer.

"You can tell me something, you don't have to bear it alone." Meng Lang put his arm around Zhou Fanxing's shoulders and dusted off the snow that fell from the trees.

"What about you? Is there something in your heart that makes you haunt you? Zhou Fanxing asked.

"Yes, I can bear it."

Zhou Fanxing smiled, didn't speak, she didn't plan to ask more, the more she knew, the more they bonded, so that when she left in the future, it was him who looked at the sky, he was the one who looked at the moon, and he was the one who looked at the snow and the sun.

"We'll go back tomorrow." Zhou Fanxing said lightly, there was a trace of reluctance in his heart.

"Do you want to go back? Enough of that? "Meng Lang puts Zhou Fanxing first in everything.

"Well, I'm just looking at the snow, that's all." Zhou Fanxing didn't know whether to say this to himself or to Meng Lang.

"Okay, let's go back then."

The coldest northern night sky has the brightest night sky, Zhou Fanxing looked at the stars in the night, touched the pendant around his neck, and looked at Meng Lang who was carefully making the bed, tears welled up from his heart to his eyes.

He felt that the bed was not soft enough, and he was afraid that Zhou Fanxing, who often dreamed, would not sleep well, so he bought a mattress and laid it for her.

Zhou Fanxing suppressed her sudden surge of emotions, she has a deep relationship with the world, these warmth were deceived by her, and she does not deserve it. One day she will forget about these things and walk her own one-way street.

"Zhou Zhou, it's done, let's sleep." Meng Lang seemed to be very satisfied with the thickness of his shop, and touched the mat everywhere from time to time.

Zhou Fanxing obediently got into the quilt and felt the softness of the mat.

"How? Do you need to add more? Meng Lang asked eagerly.

"That's just right. Go to sleep. "Zhou Fanxing never picks on these.

In those lonely and cold nights, what kind of bed it was didn't matter to Zhou Fanxing, how to avoid the past in those dreams was what she cared about the most.

Zhou Fanxing turned over to sleep, Meng Lang, who had finished cleaning up, lifted the quilt, Zhou Fanxing felt that the bed had sunk a little, and there was an extra hand on his waist.

Zhou Fanxing was forcibly broken by Meng Lang, facing him, Zhou Fanxing habitually hugged Meng Lang, Meng Lang patted Zhou Fanxing with satisfaction: "Sleep, good night." ”

"Good night." Zhou Fanxing kissed his collarbone and closed his eyes.

Meng Lang looked at Zhou Fanxing's sleeping face under the light, and felt that he was really hopeless, she said that when she looked at the snow, she really put down her business and flew over with her, just to see a snow.

Why didn't you say no at that time? Why didn't you say another day?

Well, he knows her, she rarely asks for things, she is willing to open her mouth willfully, and he is willing to tolerate it. A crying child has candy to eat, but if he doesn't cry every week, he will give her candy, and if she asks for it, he will give it.

Meng Lang suddenly felt that having a home was not a bad thing, the love-hate entanglement of his parents was just that he met the wrong person, and he didn't, he met the person he loved, and he felt that that person also loved him.

Meng Lang's heart was extremely soft, and the sound of plopping resounded throughout his chest. He kissed her eyebrows, and felt that it was not enough, so he gently pressed her lips, and he didn't want to stop this kiss, Zhou Fanxing woke up dimly, and his lips and teeth gave him a reaction. Meng Lang smiled embarrassedly when he saw that she was awake, Zhou Fanxing was sleepy-eyed, hit him, and blamed him for waking him up, Meng Lang smiled and tucked the quilt for her, and fell asleep happily.