It was very windy in City B.

It's big and cold.

Youqin felt that his internal organs were about to be frozen.

The shuttle bus to the school has been suspended, and Qin is walking aimlessly on the road with her suitcase, carrying in her pocket the New Year's money that her father gave her in advance—a bank card.

There is nowhere to go.

She stood in front of an express hotel, the bitter wind blowing across her cheeks, and she felt a pain. The street lamp flickered and jumped, and what appeared in front of him was the figure of Cen Nan who had left that day, with a straight back and the edges and corners of the golden section. He will always be so good-looking, so easy to grab his heart.

By the time she finished the formalities and entered the room, it was already past 8 o'clock in the evening, and Youqin was exhausted.

She put on the battery of her mobile phone, turned it on, and a series of missed reminders jumped in, and Qin's palms were hot. Ignoring these, she dialed Cen Nan's phone, and God knows what courage it takes.

But at this moment, she wanted to ignore it, even if she only listened to his voice, whether it was ridicule or contempt, as long as it was him, it was fine.

"Cen Nan." Like a mass, there is Qin's pious opening.

"Huh?" On the other end of the phone, it was his deep and pleasant voice.

"What you said that day, I thought about it." Take a deep breath, "I want to join you and be a part of it." ”

"Okay, then you can find me on the 13th floor of SOHO when you return to school."

"Are you all there?" She probed cautiously, completely unaware of the strong dependence and ambiguity in this sentence.

"Huh!" Cen Nan snorted, held the phone and walked to the yard, the brown sheepskin suede slippers were wet with snow, but he didn't care: "You seem to be a little wrong today." ”

It's not like, it's just.

Qin clasped the sticker on the suitcase and didn't squeak.

"Just say anything, long-distance calls aren't cheap." Cen Nan said.

"It's nothing, I just want to take advantage of the holiday to accumulate more social practice experience."

"You didn't come home."

It is an affirmative sentence, not an interrogative sentence. Youqin was silent, feeling that he couldn't hide from his eyes by doing anything.

Cen Nan took out the palladium-trimmed Dupeng lighter with a cigarette in his mouth, his fingers sliding, and the yellow flame jumped up: "Come over tomorrow, nine o'clock in the morning." ”

"Okay." Suddenly, a wave of grievances came up, tears dripped unexpectedly, and Qin squeezed out a word and hung up the phone quickly.

If she continued to talk about it, she was afraid that she couldn't help crying to him and gaffe in front of him. But the sensitive and fragile Youqin was absolutely unwilling to let him see his embarrassed and lost dog.

A slight feeling of prostration spread in Youqin's body, overwhelming the world, but it didn't take long for another feeling of solidity and tranquility to cover it. It seems that Cen Nan's fluttering sentence "Come over tomorrow" contains infinite energy. She just needs to put her mind at ease, and he will lay out everything for her.

"Anan, it's cold outside, come in." A woman who looked only in her thirties, with good looks and outstanding temperament, opened the door.

"After smoking this one, you go in first, I'll call again, Mom." Cen Nan looked back and smiled, and raised the cigarette in his hand to signal.

"Then hurry up, come in quickly after smoking this one, it is estimated that it will snow again in a while." Cen Nan's mother didn't scold her much when she heard this, but just gently instructed twice, and then turned around and walked back into the house.

Cen Nan nodded, and the smile disappeared the moment the door closed.

On the horizon, a bright moon printed Qin's bleak face. The goose-yellow moonlight sets her temperament very well, making her look unusually beautiful and unusually fragile.

Quickly pressed a string of numbers, Cen Nan threw away the cigarette butt, raised his foot and stepped on it hard.

"Hey, it's me."

"It's going to make two tables......"

Snow, one after another.

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During rush hour, both elevators are packed.

Youqin was wearing the coat that her mother had just bought for her, and she was crowded in the crowd, which was not a disobedience.

The entire 13 floors were dusty, and Qin was choked by the dust as soon as he got out of the elevator door, and he sneezed a few times.

Is this for her to come to the construction site to move bricks?

Where are you? I've arrived. Youqin sent a message to Cen Nan.

Go inside, the innermost.

Cen Nan replied quickly and concisely.

It seems that he should have covered a whole layer as the starting point of his business. The partitions of the entire floor have been opened, leaving only simple load-bearing columns, and the construction personnel are still busy with drawings and planning water and electricity. Youqin carefully avoided the construction equipment and walked to the innermost.

An off-white makeshift board house is erected in the northeast corner.

Pushing open the door, there were only two brown wooden tables in the room, Cen Nan nestled in a black leather seat that looked expensive, and an IMAC was running at high speed in front of him. With the deafening sound of the percussion drill, the entire temporary board room was trembling slightly.

"I'm here, I shouldn't be late."

Cen Nan raised her head from the computer, raised her chin, and motioned for her to sit opposite.

You Qin walked over, the table was very messy, and a bunch of lines were drawn in a mess on the scattered paper manuscripts, and the author's intention could not be seen. Roughly sorted out to the side, Qin sat down, and on the opposite side, Cen Nan concentrated on sliding the mouse and drawing.

didn't want to disturb him, Youqin took out his mobile phone and swiped Weibo. The first item on the hot search list: Mu Yifan Lu Yue.

？

I guess which celebrity announced their relationship again! Qin guessed, his fingers sliding, completely uninterested, but he forgot that the source of entering the police station that time was him.

The sunlight spilled in through the gap in the splicing of the board room, shining on Cen Nan Toshilang's fair face. Qin peeked at it, and the fine and sparse dust flew up and down between his hair, and there was an indescribable beauty.

I don't know how long it has been.

"Come here." Cen Nan flicked the mouse and called out to her.

On the computer desktop, on a brushed metal background, two 3D three-dimensional black peacocks are surrounded by a circle, and the lower line is bold and oblique pen words: Neonatal.

Primary.

This was the second time she had seen this uncomplicated English word.

"How? As a logo? ”

"Like you." Youqin thought of her little turtle, Kong Kong, and couldn't help but smile and comment.

Cen Nan raised his eyebrows obliquely: "Me? ”

"Well, you. Proud, beautiful. Looking at him sideways, Youqin's face slowly floated a layer of pink.

……

"I said, are you molesting me now?" The tip of her heart smiled gracefully, and the two vivid rice nests attracted her gaze like the eyes of the wind.

Swallowing his saliva, Qin Qiang said calmly: "No, I'm just expounding a fact." ”

"Da, da, da." Cen Nan's middle finger habitually tapped on the table, piercing Youqin's heart at once.

After a while, before Qin lost his armor, he chuckled and said, "Let's go, accompany the boss to breakfast." ”

Hungry...... Good.

Boss Cen!