He was dressed in white and black pants, his shirt was tied in his suit pants, which lined his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and he had a cold and noble atmosphere.

Jiang Chacha felt that his temperament was different from that of others a long time ago.

Like innate.

He should be in the moonlight, wearing a white shirt, enduring the pain in his toes, lonely and gracefully dancing the same dance day after day and year after year.

And at the end of this dance, the moon frost fell like starlight, his eyes seemed to have tears of pride, the sleeves of his shirt fluttered and glowed, and he held a bouquet of red roses, put his hands across his chest, and took a long and elegant curtain call.

Without the applause of the world, this is a lonely and cold carnival that belongs to him alone.

That's how he should be.

She felt that what kind of praise was not too much to put on him.

In the silent night, he stood in the mountains, and his eyes were as calm as water, which made her feel that he had the kind of fate that had experienced the twists and turns of thousands of mountains and rivers, and after the lonely sail and distant shadow, he was still standing alone in the same place.

As soon as she stopped, the little white shoes crushed the fallen leaves under her feet, making a desolate crunch.

She stopped distractedly, and stared at him quietly a few steps away.

She was stunned and stunned, and at that moment, her head seemed to suddenly freeze and stop functioning.

"Side... Bian, why are you here......"

Bian Jichen also held a flashlight in his hand, but it was dark and there was no light, he lowered his eyes and turned it on a few more times, but the flashlight still didn't light up.

Jiang Cha Cha still looked at him suspiciously.

"You...... Is this a flashlight that is dead? ”

She asked again.

"The battery is broken?"

He was silent.

Jiang Cha Cha has long been accustomed to his taciturnity.

He doesn't like to talk too much, so she can say her own, he just listens quietly.

So if he didn't answer, she wouldn't be embarrassed.

"You stressed it so many times at the door, and you didn't bring a spare key?"

"Nope."

…… He replied with a fair answer.

Maybe this is the stinky problem of the male protagonist.,Otherwise, how could it be the male protagonist?

Jiang Chacha proudly raised her chin, "It's okay, I brought it!" ”

With that, she lowered her head and retrieved the battery from the canvas bag under her armpit.

Her smooth, soft palms spread out in front of his eyes.

"Give it to me."

He stared at it for a moment, then stretched out his bony hand and handed her the flashlight.

"Classmate Bian, leave it to me!" Jiang Cha tea is used to it, so he learned the waiter's tone half-jokingly.

She was too much shorter than him.

Bian Jichen lowered his eyes, and he could see her swan neck bent down because she removed the lid to assemble the battery, and her skin was delicate, like snow.

The soft section, as if it would be broken like a branch, was too fragile, and always made people want to be a little protective.

Bian Jichen looked at her quietly.

He had been observing this ancient well in the mountains just now. The moon is reflected in the well water, and the water is shining, which is lovely and gentle at night.

Then there was a blinding light in the distance, and he slowly turned back to see her.

Jiang Chacha asked him again while assembling the battery.

"I remember that in the WeChat group created by this event in the evening, you didn't come in."

"So why are you here?"

His gaze was calm, his body was clear, and he remained silent.

She was still waiting for him to answer.

"Bian-san?"

In this long and restrained silence.

His gaze fell back on her.

Because I haven't spoken for a long time, my voice is a little dry, with a base note that tickles people's hearts with wine and perfume.

"I'm not worried about you going to find the treasure chest alone."

The boy's gaze was cold with the melting snow on the pine branches of a long winter night, and with the warmth of the first rays of light when the thin snow evaporated.

His tone was always uninhibited, like a gently flowing stream on which a gentle first snow had just fallen.

"So, I've been following you."

When he said this, his flat expression finally fluctuated a little.

"But, I just lost it."

His good-looking brow furrowed downward.