After the recording of the program in the past few days, the residents who live nearby are a lot familiar with Han Jing's face.

Seeing him go out alone late at night, the ethnic minority grandmother wearing a navy blue headscarf couldn't help but admonish in non-standard Mandarin.

"Cub, I'm going to lose body temperature tonight, don't go out."

The corners of her eyes are obvious, and her skin is exposed to the wind and sun of the grassland, like air-dried bacon, but those eyes carry the love and kindness of the elders to the younger generations.

Han Jing was dressed in a black robe, holding an umbrella in the snowy night, and smiled at her, and her smile was rarely clean.

He learned her words, and his tone was serious.

"Grandma, but my sister is lost."

The grandmother has a limited level of Chinese and can only understand "Ah Mei", where "Ah Mei" refers to a young girl, and many men call their girlfriends and wives also called Ah Mei.

The old grandmother propped up the door frame: "Sister, are you handsome?" ”

"Jun" refers to handsomeness.

The corners of Han Jing's mouth hooked slightly.

"Joon."

The old woman smiled with satisfaction and gave him a bag of home-made cheese and sesame naan.

"Cub, eat on the road."

Han Jing took it with a smile and continued to move forward.

Ten minutes later, he found Shen Liangzhi at the other end of the village.

The woman was wearing a white sweater and a white dress, her long seaweed-like curls were scattered behind her head, sitting on a swing chair, her head resting on the armrest, her eyelashes were lightly closed, her breathing was even, her cheeks were flushed with powder, and she was asleep.

Behind her are rows of log cabins that can only be found in fairy tales.

Snowflakes fly under the warm yellow street lamps.

It was as if God had sprinkled a handful of glittering gold dust into the sky, and it came to the world in a mighty way.

Next to the swing chair was an unknown red flowering tree, red petals mixed with broken snowflakes, which fell all over her head with the wind.

Black hair, white clothes.

Safflower, first snow.

The picture is too dreamy and beautiful.

Han Jing's breathing eased for a moment, and a poem by Li Bai flashed in his mind.

I dare not raise my voice, for fear of frightening the people in heaven.

Heavy snow in winter, white all over the ground.

The man was dressed in a black woolen tweed coat and held a black umbrella in his hand, holding it above her head to cover the wind and snow in all directions.

When Song came all the way, he saw this scene.

The sky and the earth are vast, and a figure stands quietly against the wind and snow.

The golden street lamp above their heads illuminated the perfect side faces of the two.

Shen Liangzhi's clothes and long hair had a lot of red petals.

The man bent down, held an umbrella in one hand, and gently plucked the petals for her with the other, but he was in the wind and snow.

Maybe he didn't realize how sparkling his eyes were at the moment.

With a distance of more than ten meters, Song Zhen suddenly did not dare to step forward to disturb him.

She has been up and down in the entertainment industry for many years, and she has long lost hope in such a thing as love and love, no matter how strong the love is, as long as it is linked to interests, it will no longer be pure.

But until today, facing the first snow in Xinjiang City, feeling the love diffused by men, she suddenly felt that maybe there were exceptions in this world.

"Sure enough, snow is too clean to wash away all filth......"

People like her actually believe in love tonight.

Song Zhen shook his head, took the umbrella he brought for Shen Liangzhi, and turned to leave.

……

Han Jing picked the petals, which woke up Shen Liangzhi.

As soon as Shen Liangzhi opened her eyes, she looked at the snowflakes falling in the air, and she was slightly stunned.

Day or autumn, and winter at night?

This kind of thing rarely appears on her face, Han Jing watched her sit in place, inexplicably itchy, and wanted to pinch her face.

"Why did you go last night, you are so sleepy today, if I don't come to you, you plan to drench yourself into a snowman tonight and welcome guests at the entrance of the village every day? When tourists come, do you have to stick a carrot in you and write a XX to visit here? ”

He bent down and reached out and flicked her brow punitively.

Shen Liangzhi's red lips pursed slightly.

She has a habit that no one knows about, she often has insomnia in the city, but in nature, she sleeps quickly.

The feeling of the vast world and the breeze on her face makes it rare for her to relax, and the chirping of cicadas and birds has also become a lullaby, and as soon as people relax, they are easy to get sleepy.

Shen Liangzhi touched his eyebrows and stood up, only then did he notice the snowflakes piling up on his shoulders.

The clothes on his shoulders were half wet because the snow had melted.

Shen Liangzhi raised his hand and moved the tilted umbrella to the middle of the two.

Han Jing didn't stop it, he raised the tail of his eyes, and his peach blossom eyes were smiling but not smiling, and his tone was deceptive.

"It's not easy, my family Zhizhi finally knows that he feels sorry for his brother."

Shen Liangzhi: "......"

"Can't you talk properly?"

She has never seen this kind of person, she is sultry when she opens and closes her mouth, and at the end of every sentence, it seems that she has to have a tilde.

Han Jing's eyebrows furrowed slightly: "When did I not speak well?" ”

Shen Liangzhi frowned, serious: "Don't be sultry." ”

Han Jing felt that he was very, very, very wronged, the first wronged in Huaguo.

He grabbed her palm and shoved the umbrella into her hand.

Shen Liangzhi looked puzzled, and saw the man take out a scarf and put it around her neck.

The scarf smells of him all over it.

Dull and faint woody scent.

Wrapping around the scarf, Han Jing's warm fingertips gently brushed her earlobes from time to time, setting off dense itches.

Shen Liangzhi's ears couldn't help but tremble.

The long hair on the back of her head was pressed under the scarf, and Han Jing stepped forward, stretching out her two arms from left to right, to fix the hair on the back of her head.

Looking at it from the side, it was as if he was holding her in his arms.

The heat from his chest was almost against the tip of her nose.

Shen Liangzhi instinctively took half a step back, but the man's palm suddenly supported her head.

The movements are gentle, but the attitude is tough, and she is not allowed to retreat.

His fingertips ran over her earlobe, and his voice was low and mellow, like he was coaxing a child.

"My branches, so afraid of itching?"

The fingertips lightly grind the earlobes, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and the dangerous breath spreads.

The man rubbed her hair dotingly, and suddenly leaned over, his thin lips pressed against the contours of her ears, the heat sprayed, and the laughter was low-magnetic.

"Zhibao, your ears are red."

Shen Liangzhi's pupils widened suddenly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a snowflake fell on her long eyelashes, sending a faint coolness.

Han Jing's usual lazy peach blossom eyes flashed with the essence of hunting prey.

His thin lips were slightly open.

Don't hesitate to light. Bite. Live. Her earlobes.

The movement was swift, but the tip of the tooth was only gently crushed in the end.

Like a behemoth's appeasement.

Feeling the stiffness of the person in his arms, Han Jing took a step back, satisfied and let go of the person, and his voice was lazy with a hint of unspeakable desire. Gas.

"Baby, that's what it's called sultry."

He raised his hand and gently wiped a snowflake from the tip of her nose.

The two of them stared at each other, and his voice was lower and more hoarse than before.

"And, you're saying the wrong thing......"

"The World ...... for Adults"

"Don't flirt."

"Just seduc."

Open screen!! Good night!

(End of chapter)