Hanging a self-made signboard, he went up on the cable car, and the manager of the ski resort was left pondering below:

So why is the sign so familiar?

The manager turned around suddenly, and his face was as speechless as he was looking at the sky.

Isn't it familiar, the small signboard on the sausage grill is gone!

At the same time, Feng Yin, who was sitting on the cable car, was summing up his experience: next time I can't take the things of the sausage grill, it's too fragrant and a little distracting.

Soon, Wind Yin jumped off the cable car.

She was dressed in a black and white ski suit, a ski hat, and ski goggles, covering her eyes tightly.

The snowboard that Feng Yin chose, when she reached the top of the mountain, she stood chicly, with one hand on the standing ski, looking into the distance with a very handsome shape.

"Let's go!"

An impatient voice sounded behind him, and Feng Yin, who was thinking about how to attract business, was interrupted and looked back.

"Sorry, first time."

It's rare that she didn't fight back, which is a real loss.

Who let her not look at the road and get in the way of getting off the cable car.

The person behind glanced at Feng Yin, although there were ski goggles to cover it, but Feng Yin just understood the other party's ridicule.

A very faint cut floated in the air, and the people behind shook their heads, stepped on their skis, and after fixing them, they went down.

Let the wind chant who got out of the way watch from the side, nodding again and again.

"No wonder, it's really slippery—hey——- it's not boastful."

The man fell.

Fell a big forward roll.

After glancing at it, Feng Yin ignored it, found a good position, and moved.

The original owner knows how to ski, but he can only say that he can slide down and barely brake, and he is not the kind of player who takes it seriously.

As for the wind groaning, she really will.

But I haven't skied in a long time, and I don't know if the technique is a little rusty.

Recall in your mind, rehearse the wind groan, buckle the eyes, take a deep breath, go!

With a "——- bang", the wind roared and rushed down.

"Oh-oh-yes!"

It's cool.

The speed of speed made the wind groan completely fly, and she liked this feeling.

The wind swayed left and right, controlling the direction, nimble, becoming more and more familiar, and the fun of skiing instantly returned.

Even Feng Yin regretted it a little, she should have come earlier!

Also, there was no snow earlier, and there was no money.

With her own wallet, skiing abroad is too luxurious.

One thought after another in my head, the snow trail is about to come to an end, and the wind is ready to come to a perfect brake and shape.

"Get out of the way—get out of the way!"

Wind Yin shouted, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of him to disrupt Wind Yin's rhythm.

The figure in front of her was also flustered, she just wanted to pick up her scarf.

Wind Yin shouted, and the person who picked up the scarf fell on his heel in a panic, which happened to be the direction that Wind Yin urgently changed.

At this moment, Feng Yin has 10,000 words to give her.

Limited to no time, 10,000 sentences are gathered into one word: Damn!

Wind groaned and made a side flip that swept over the scarf-picker.

This action immediately attracted cheers from the people around him.

The cheers continued, and the wind chant was about to land, but unfortunately her movements were a little rusty, and she didn't stand firm!

The wind was lying forward, and she was about to fall to the ground, and she could even hear the pause in the cheers.

Who can bear this?

In short, the wind can't bear it!

So many people picked up her jokes, how could that!

In a hurry, the moment the wind groaned on the ground with his head, his hands were propped up, and the person stood upside down. (End of chapter)