In the distance, the seashore is not yet frozen, and the water is churning, and the light shines on it, and the water is sparkling beautifully.

The whole world is covered in silver, like a picture from a fairy tale.

He held her palm very tightly, and the crowd was crowded, and the two of them walked through the flow of people coming and going, sticking tightly together.

Jin Zhuoqi, a person who doesn't like to talk, never stopped his voice for the first time.

He said that today's fireworks were very beautiful, colorful and green.

It is said that there are more than a dozen street lamps in the distance, and two of them are not very bright.

Nie Zhao listened carefully, the man's voice was low and magnetic, and Nie Zhao could completely present a tall and straight figure in his mind.

He was wearing a black padded jacket similar to hers, and the expression on his face was probably very gentle, and his usually cold personality did not pay attention to everything around him, just to give the girl who could not see it next to him to have a general impression of the place.

He shaved his short inches, his facial features were superior, and at a glance there was only a handsome word left in his mind, this face was cold and handsome, and he looked extremely patient and tame and exposed to the crowd, and he didn't know how many beautiful little girls would look back frequently.

"Are there any handsome guys?" Nie Zhao said casually.

Jin Zhuoqi glanced at her, hooked her shoulders and half-wrapped the person in his arms, his expression was loose, and he still had that casual tone: "Yes, this one of yours is handsome to the sky, 187, rich, beautiful and abs." ”

added: "Whether it's alive or not, the size needs to be adapted." ”

"How do you see that last one?" Nie Zhao raised his eyebrows.

Jin Zhuoqi leaned over, picked her chin with his fingers, and his voice brushed her ears, and the hot air between his noses sprayed down and burned her ears.

"You're beautiful, you can inspect the goods first."

Nie Zhao smiled and told him to get out.

Later, I heard him introduce the environment like a tour guide, trying to let her know what kind of world they were in at this time.

Nie Zhao tugged at the corners of his mouth and complained: "How much do you take the high school Chinese test?" ”

Jin Zhuoqi pondered for two seconds: "One hundred and four." ”

More than 140 years, I can't remember the specifics.

Nie Zhao was silent.

"You've described it so badly that I can't even imagine it."

Nie Zhao had actually been here, and she was very familiar with the Taiwan Strait, which was two blocks away from the apartment she had rented before.

When she knew the location of the apartment, she suspected that this place was deliberately chosen by Jin Zhuoqi, after all, she had lived here for the longest time, she knew everything here, and every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, she would follow a bunch of people here to watch the fireworks, walk on the beach, take the wine and clink glasses while walking, and then go to the bar to jump all night.

Jin Zhuoqi's feet stopped suddenly, and Nie Zhao, who was still moving forward bravely by himself, was dragged back by his force, Nie Zhao subconsciously tilted his head to look at him, squinted and said in an unkind tone: "What are you doing?" ”

Jin Zhuoqi looked at her, took off her sunglasses, and revealed her eyes, the lights next to her were not very bright, the crowd was surging, but the pupils were vaguely reflected with a little light of fireworks, and it seemed that a pair of distracted eyes seemed to have fallen into a star, shiny, and completely restored to their previous colors.

Her whole body seemed to come to life.

"Didn't you say you couldn't imagine it?"

Jin Zhuoqi clasped her wrist with one hand, tightened it tightly, and kneaded the other fingertip on her thin lips.

"Where's this?"

The words fell, and the lips kissed hard with restraint and forbearance.

Nie Zhao subconsciously curled his fingers and stood straight in place, unconsciously catering to his height because of the height gap.

There were still a lot of people in her ears, but she could only hear the sound of fireworks exploding under a layer of fireworks, and the bustle of coming and going.

The rest was full of this hot and overly passionate kiss.

His lips and teeth were intertwined, not as simple as a taste, he embedded her in his arms, and pressed her waist and the back of her head with his big hand, as if he wanted to dismantle her bones and devour her, and melt her on him.

Winter is too cold and hot to permeate another mature male.

kissed thousands of times, and knew each other's depths.

Naturally, it is more familiar than this broken street.

***

When walking from the bridge, Nie Zhao's face was still a little unnatural, obviously she had kissed before, she suddenly felt that her heartbeat would feel abnormal was quite strange, the progress of her life had already skipped some red tape, and she was in bed with Jin Zhuoqi from the beginning, how could there be any shame.

Maybe it's just because you can't see, so it doesn't feel the same.

After driving the co-pilot's car, she sat in, and Jin Zhuoqi closed the door and turned her head to drive.

On a whim, Nie Zhao wanted to make dumplings by himself, so on the way back, he turned around and went to a nearby supermarket to buy flour and meat filling.

It's like a little tail.

She herself thought it was a little weird, but when she thought about it, she felt unnatural, and she would let others notice.

She wanted to let go, but she was only a little familiar with the supermarket, and she really didn't know how to get out when she let go.

Pulling him all the time, it looks like she's clingy.

What's wrong with clingy.

They're not the ones they are.

After settling the bill from the supermarket, Nie Zhao was dragged by him into the passenger seat before driving back.

She didn't know how to make dumplings in the first place, standing in the kitchen kneading the dough and playing with mud, pinching it several times, imagining how others had seen it before, putting the meat filling in, pinching it tightly one by one, pretending not to know and putting it together with Jin Zhuoqi, trying to fish in troubled waters.

Maybe he's ugly too.

I don't know if it's on my face, Jin Zhuoqi pinched a tissue and rubbed it on her face, Nie Zhao turned his head away, looked up at him, and continued to wrap it.

The two of them couldn't eat much, so they put more than 30 of them in the pot.

The stuffing she wrapped was like a flower, and there was a pot of water floating on it, and it was all sunken on top of the water, and Jin Zhuoqi fished it out with a spoon and put it in his bowl.

Nie Zhao felt that she was quite accomplished in cooking, and at the same time pinched the chopsticks and pulled the intact dumplings in the bowl to eat.

If you can't see it, you don't know that Jin Zhuoqi's dinner is like being snatched back from a dog's rice bowl.

"Jin Zhuoqi." She called.

"Hmm."

Listening to the voice to determine her direction, Nie Zhao turned his head to stare at him.

"You ate a few."

Jin Zhuoqi paused for a moment and said, "You ate a few, I ate a few." ”

"We don't have the same appetites."

Nie Zhao didn't dwell on this question for a long time, yawned and said, "I'm sleepy." ”

"Then go to sleep."

Nie Zhao stood up, groped his way to the bedroom, took a shower, pulled out a white silk pajamas with suspenders and walked out of the bedroom.

Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and next year is a new year.

It is hard to imagine that the day she and Jin Zhuoqi met was three years ago.

They spent their third year of high school together at the beginning of college, he went to prison, and he went to study in London.

"Don't sleep, wait for New Year's Eve, Brother Zhuo, is there still wine in the refrigerator? I want to drink a little. ”

Jin Zhuoqi walked over and opened the refrigerator door, and inside were the two bottles of Stella rosa that had been placed before, and the alcohol concentration was not high.

"Yes." He replied loudly.

After speaking, he opened it with a wine picker, poured half a glass and handed it to her.

Nie Zhao took a sip to moisten his throat, then looked in the direction of Jin Zhuoqi and said, "Brother Zhuo, I'll play the guitar for you." ”

Jin Zhuoqi sat on the sofa opposite her, he liked it very much, and he locked her in his range from Nie Zhao not too far away, so that he could easily catch her, and then looked at her and looked at him.

"What to play ?"

Nie Zhao thought for a while and said, "I had a tune of my own before, for you to listen to." ”

Nie Zhao lowered his head slightly, his fingers on the strings of the guitar, and the sound insulation of the house in the community did not seem to be very good, and the sound of fireworks outside the window rang out in unison, making a "pound pound" explosion sound.

In the silent night sky, the fireworks are particularly beautiful.

"On a Gray Day in April" is not a very relaxed and suitable track for New Year's Eve, but its tune is very slow, like a heartbeat sonata, revealing a sense of loneliness and loneliness.

I heard that the anime will give lyrics to this song, and Nie Zhao is still a little curious about what it will look like.

Nie Zhao has only played the guitar for those he likes.

Except for Ge Yuankai and Lu Xiang, one of her brothers, one of her most important friends, and the last one is Jin Zhuoqi, she has never even played Meng Xun.

Jin Zhuoqi didn't take the glass, his five fingers were folded, his fingertips clasped the wine bottle, and he shook the bottle of wine in his hand, tilted his head and drank most of the bottle, and stared at the girl who was playing the guitar in front of him with his long legs crossed.

His neck was a little red, his shirt was a little messy with his open neckline, his chest was heaving severely, as if he was drunk, but the clear look in his eyes was not drunk at all.

His eyes kept staring at her, as if he was watching something, and some unreal feelings suddenly appeared in his heart.

It wasn't until he finished playing the guitar that Jin Zhuoqi rubbed his already reddened neck, perhaps because of his thin skin and the high temperature of the air conditioner in the room, he felt a little hot, and a ball of fire was rising.

The fireworks outside the window are still bustling and bustling.

When the song ended, silence returned to the room.

Nie Zhao put down her guitar and heard the shouts outside louder, and the explosion of fireworks overshadowed everything, and she also said something serious to Jin Zhuoqi.

"Brother Zhuo, Happy New Year."

Jin Zhuoqi came back to his senses, his eyes were fixed on her again, and his voice responded hoarsely: "Happy New Year." ”

When Nie Zhao slept at night, Jin Zhuoqi didn't follow up.

I don't know what he's pretending, he can't stand to sleep with the lights on, and he has to sneak into her room at night to sleep with her.

Nie Zhao thought that he would have arranged a bedroom.

Perhaps because he went out for a spin today, his spirit was extremely tired, and Nie Zhao fell asleep quickly, and after falling asleep, he had a series of nightmares.

She was awakened by the nightmare, and subconsciously touched the alarm clock next to her, and Jin Zhuoqi changed it to a wooden one, which she could find out with her fingers what time it was.

She was sweating profusely, her ears continued to roar, her breathing was a little panting, her throat was dry and painful, and after swallowing a few times, she lay flat on the bed and did not dare to move, and called out Jin Zhuoqi with all her strength.

The voice is still not high, and it has enough of a sense of weakness.