"Okay." Su Bo replied and persuaded, "Go back to sleep." ”

Qing Ci turned around and opened his arms, pouting coquettishly: "You take me back." ”

Su Bo smiled helplessly: "I can't hold it." ”

Qingci did not give up: "How do you know if you don't try?" ”

So Su Bo had to go back to the house with Qing Ci, although Qing Ci was only ninety pounds, but Su Bo was a weak scholar who was immersed in bookwriting, he had some difficulty holding Qing Ci, and he couldn't hold it and threw Qing Ci on the bed as soon as he arrived at the bedside.

Qing Ci hugged his neck and pulled him down together, looking at each other, and the atmosphere became ambiguous for a while.

Su Bo avoided Qing Ci's gaze and said, "Go to bed early!" ”

Looking at his back, his eyes instantly became extremely lonely, as if the snowflakes outside the window had drifted into his eyes, and the desolation was clouded......

The next day, Christmas, a thick layer of snow fell on the streets, and the shops on both sides were decorated with joy, and the day was even more lively, even during the day, the lights on the Christmas trees were lit.

After finishing the manuscript to be handed in at home in the morning, Qingci went out for a walk in the afternoon, she shuttled through the streets and alleys to watch the joy on people's faces, and felt that all this beauty was like poetry.

Qing Ci booked a spot at a nearby restaurant and prepared to have dinner with Su Bo in the evening.

But in the evening, she sat in the fixed seat, and when Su Bo waited until eleven o'clock, Su Bo did not come.

She called him, turned off the phone, and sent him >

Thinking of what Su Bo said about breaking up last night, Qing Ci felt desolate, it turned out that what he said was true, and he really left her and ignored her when he broke up.

The food on the table was cold, and the candles were burned out.

Qing Ci's heart was finally cold, the weather was too cold, and the tears were frozen, unable to gush out of his eyes, he could only swallow them in his stomach and taste bitterness.

At half past eleven, Qing Ci got up to settle the account and went out.

The waiter walked over and saw that the table full of food had not moved, and whispered to Qingci's back, as if he was looking at something strange.

Outside, there was snow.

Qingci tightened her scarf and walked aimlessly on the bustling streets, the Christmas in this city was very lively, but her heart was very cold.

The restaurant is about four kilometers away from where she lives, and it would take an hour to walk back.

But Qingci is not afraid, anyway, when she goes back, the house is deserted and she is the only one, since Su Bo no longer answers her calls and no longer replies to her messages, naturally she will not go back.

Instead of facing the cold room alone, it is better to press the road and blow the cold wind, and maybe blow away her full of untimeliness.

Just when Qing Ci stepped on the snow and turned into an alley, a shout suddenly came from behind him: "Qing Ci! ”

A trace of hesitation flashed in Qing Ci's eyes, who would call her?

She glanced back and saw Ningge running quickly from the other side of the street, he was panting and constantly exhaling white cold air, he saw Qing Ci, and his eyes were full of excitement: "It's really you." ”

He didn't have her address, he only knew that she probably lived in this area, she didn't want to meet, let alone contact, and Shen Ningzhi couldn't ask for more news about her.

In the days when there was no news of her, Ninger had to walk back and forth on this street several times a day, just to meet her one day and meet again by chance.

Fortunately, he finally saw her on the street on Christmas Day.

Qingci asked, "Why are you here?" ”

Ningge did not answer Qingci's question, but took out a rose made of cloth from his pocket: "Merry Christmas to you!" ”

In this season of snowfall, this red rose is so dazzling.

"Thank you." Qing Ci stretched out his hand and took it.

Watching her take it, Ningge smiled contentedly.

In fact, after confessing his heart to her, he always had a cloth rose in his pocket, just to be able to give her a rose that would never wither on the day he met her.

"You don't look good, are you having any difficulties?" Ninger leaned closer to her and asked with concern.

Qing Ci shook her head, showed a relaxed smile, and opened her mouth to greet Ning Ge, during which Qing Ci's stomach screamed twice, so Ning Ge pulled her to a nearby Cantonese restaurant to drink Lao Huo soup.

Qing Ci hid all the sadness in his heart and chatted with Ningge, and gradually, the atmosphere became active, making people temporarily ignore the sadness in their hearts.

Seeing that her mood was improving, Ningge excused herself to go out for a while, and she didn't come back for a long time.

Qing Ci sat at the table and drank a pot of soup clean, his body was warm, but his mood was still low.

On Christmas Day, the man she asked released her pigeons, and the man who invited her left her halfway and did not come back, and smiled self-deprecatingly, but it was calm.

After eating and drinking, Qingci was ready to check out and leave, and as soon as she called the waiter, she saw a person walking in from outside with a bouquet of flowers and roses.

A big handful of roses came directly to Qingci and knelt down on one knee.

The queen of the rose showed Ning's smiling face, and he said, "Qingci, be my girlfriend!" ”

On Christmas Eve, the public in the hall held roses in their hands to confess, which drew the screams of the crowd, and the people began to scream, shouting in unison: "I do!" I do! ”

Qing Ci stood a little embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

Just got a blow from Su Bo, and met such an enthusiastic Ningge, Qing Ci's mind was a mess, and it would definitely not be more sober than a mess.

"Qingci, I love you, is it okay to be my girlfriend? Promise me that you will. ”

Countless eyes around were looking at this, and considering the faces of the two, Qing Ci reached out and helped Ningge up from the ground.

When everyone saw this, they naturally thought that Qing Ci agreed, and they were jubilant, drowning out Qing Ci's real voice.

"Give me three days and let me think about it." Qing Ci did not immediately agree to Ningge, but he did not refuse.

In all fairness, Ningge is a good person, in the face of his pursuit, Qingci has thought about this issue very seriously, whether it is from academic accomplishment or professional appearance, Ningge is a very good person, and they can also talk very well, but Qingci's love in his heart is Su Bo after all.

Now, Su Bo is so resolute that he refuses to reply to even one of her messages.

This made Qing Ci despair, and Ningge, would she be the one with her hope?

After hearing Qing Ci's answer, Ningge was obviously stunned for a moment, but quickly changed back to a smile, as long as he didn't refuse directly, he still had hope, didn't he?

That night, Qing Ci agreed for the first time that Ningge would take her home, and after saying goodbye to Ningge downstairs, Qing Ci returned to the rented house.

The lights in the house were dim, and Subo was not there.