Subsequently, Xiao Shiqin brought people into the kitchen.

When he took out the lemon and honey from the refrigerator, Mu Cheng knew that he really wasn't leaving.

Honey water is as simple as boiling it with warm water and cutting in a slice of lemon.

The two of them shared a drink and then took a shower.

That night, they did nothing.

In the dead of night, Mu Cheng opened his eyes.

It was dark in the room, with only a faint glow from the lamp in the corner.

It took her eyes to stay open for a moment before she could adjust to the darkness.

On his side, Xiao Shiqin's breathing was very long, and he looked like he was sleeping deeply.

Mu Cheng gently took away the hand he put on his waist, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

The room was covered with a long plush carpet, and when you stepped on it barefoot, you would not make the slightest sound.

Mu Cheng opened the door and went downstairs.

The snow was still falling outside, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I could see that a thick layer had been piled up in the yard.

She found a blanket to drape over her body, sat on her knees in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and did nothing, just looked at the snow outside.

Mu Cheng was very fascinated, so he didn't notice that in the master bedroom on the second floor, the door opened quietly, and someone walked to the railing.

As long as she stared at the snow, the man looked at her.

——

Mu Cheng went back to the bedroom when the sky was about to be exposed.

Xiao Shiqin's posture is similar to that when she left, almost unchanged.

She lifted the covers and lay down in it, closing her eyes.

By the time I woke up again, it was nearly noon.

Mu Cheng got up, took a shower, and changed into clean clothes. Coming out of the cloakroom, I saw Xiao Shiqin standing in front of the bedside table, leaning over to take the watch on it.

She thought he was in a hurry and forgot. But it turned out that the person didn't leave at all.

Xiao Shiqin rarely has such a late situation.

Mu Cheng couldn't help but ask, "Why haven't you left today?" ”

Xiao Shiqin put the watch into his left hand and buckled it, "The snow has blocked the road, and I am waiting for the property to be cleaned up." ”

After that, his eyes swept over her, and as if unintentionally, he asked, "Where are you going today?" ”

Mu Cheng's eyes twitched, and he shook his head in the next second, "I'm not sure, I might go out for a walk, or I might stay at home, I can't say for sure." ”

Xiao Shiqin nodded and didn't ask any more.

After a while, he said again: "I asked Jiang Cheng to bring some food by the way, you don't have to do it later." ”

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the doorbell rang downstairs.

Mu Cheng went downstairs to open the door, Jiang Cheng brought a lot of things, she opened it and swept her eyes, basically it was what she liked to eat.

It was still steaming hot, and when the fragrance came out, my stomach screamed twice.

Xiao Shiqin came down from upstairs, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a dark coat on the outside, looking like he was going to travel in full gear.

Mu Cheng held chopsticks in his hand and asked, "Don't you eat it?" ”

Xiao Shiqin looked at his watch, walked up to her, bowed his head and kissed him, "No, one will be in a hurry, it's too late." ”

Mu Cheng lowered his eyes in disappointment, hummed, and instructed, "Then be careful on the road and let Jiangcheng drive slowly." ”

Xiao Shiqin raised his hand, stroked her cheek, and rubbed his fingertips twice, "You too, if you go out, be careful on the road." ”

With that, he took a deep look at her, turned around and went straight out the door.

The man's back quickly disappeared into the yard, and after a while, Mu Cheng saw the black Bentley's body at the door, slowly driving by.

She turned around and sat down at the table.

To be honest, Mu Cheng didn't really have much appetite, but he still ate some of it, and then sorted the takeaway and boxes into garbage bags and put them at the door.

Back upstairs, she rarely painted a delicate makeup look, from the hair to the chin, and she couldn't find the slightest mistake.

After doing this, Mu Cheng went downstairs, and at this time, the car that called also happened to call.

The snow on the ground was piled up on both sides, and a small road was formed in the middle for vehicles to pass back and forth.

The car drove unfast, the white snow swept through the window, and the hot air exhaled on the window, quickly condensing into a layer of mist, blurring the vision.

Mu Cheng stretched out his index finger and pointed it on the water mist.

First a circle was drawn, followed by two curved eyebrows. When it came time to draw the mouth, she wanted to draw an upturned mouth, but when it was formed, it was sinking.

It seems that laughing is not like laughing, and crying is not like crying.

Nondescript.

Mu Cheng made two lines on the window, and his smiling face was destroyed, reflecting the long green belt outside the window.

The place she was going to was in the suburbs, and not many people usually go.

This time, it cost three times the price to call a car.

The original 40-minute journey took more than an hour because of the slippery road.

The closer you get to Jiugong Mountain, the more difficult the road becomes.

The snow on the ground here is all intact, and no one has cleared it.

At a distance of 200 meters from the entrance, it is difficult for the car to move forward.

After saying hello to the driver, Mu Cheng hugged the blue stars and pushed the car door open.

When I got out of the car, I found that she was not the only one who came to the cemetery every day.

Two meters away in front of him, a black Volkswagen was parked, a very ordinary style, Mu Cheng glanced at it, and his gaze did not stop.

She was wearing boots, which were new, unworn, and kept in a shoebox all the time. Shoes make a "creaking" sound when they step on the snow.

It snowed so hard last night, and the sky was still gloomy, and there was no intention of clearing.

Mu Cheng carefully guarded the starry sky and stepped on the steps.

Xiao Jin's tomb is in the best location of the cemetery, and it is still very open, like a small garden.

At the beginning, the Xiao family invited a special garden designer to design it, a typical Islamic garden-style style. Every year, the Xiao family will send someone to maintain it, and after so many years, it is still beautiful.

There was snow piled up in front of Xiao Jin's tomb, and Mu Cheng squatted down to clean it up until there was no snow left on it, and then she put the stars she brought with her.

On the tombstone, Xiao Jin's photo has been specially processed, and after five years, there is no trace of obsolescence.

The corners of his mouth pursed a shallow arc, looking at Mu Cheng, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, as if others were still in front of him.

She looked at him, and slowly opened her lips after a moment.

"Brother Xiao Jin, I'm about to graduate. Two days ago, I submitted my resume to the Haiyi Troupe, and they informed me to go for an interview the day after tomorrow. ”

"I've studied their exam questions over the years, it's so difficult, do you think I can pass it?"

"But that's okay, I'll try again until they admit me."

“……”

Mu Cheng gossiped for a long time, like two old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

It wasn't until the bell rang abruptly that she stopped talking.

Mu Cheng took out his mobile phone from his bag and looked down at it.

It's Xiao Shiqin.

She didn't connect immediately, but took a few steps to the side, a little far away, and picked it up after her back.

"Hey."

"I'm done, I'll let Jiang Cheng pick you up and go to Songming Mountain to see the snow together?"

Mu Cheng's breathing was stagnant for a moment, but his voice was still very steady, with obvious coquettishness, "It's so cold, don't go, okay?" ”