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"My sister." Cheng Jiaoxiao covered the receiver, "Are you coming? If you don't come, forget it. Your family is also strictly controlled..."

Cheng Xuran looked at herself in the mirror, with soft eyebrows and soft eyes. She was wearing a red sweater and her skin was very white. She was dressed up very festively by her family. The light in the bathroom was very bright and she could see everything at a glance. The happy New Year's greetings outside the door buzzed into her ears. She was holding her mobile phone. His hands tightened.

Will he come too...

Cheng Xuran just wanted to see him.

The second before Cheng Jiaoxiao wanted to hang up the phone, her eyelashes trembled, and a green and soft syllable came out of her throat: "Okay."

Cheng Xuran had never done anything like this before. In the middle of the night, while his parents were asleep, he sneaked out of the house to play with a group of unfamiliar boys.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, the family finally left. My parents cleaned the room and ate dumplings with Cheng Xuran. At 12:30, everything was packed and Cheng Xuran went to bed early.

One o'clock.

The whole house fell into silence.

Cheng Xuran stared blankly at the gift bag placed in the cabinet. After hesitating for a long time, he took it out and tiptoed out. He opened the door very gently, turned around, and closed the door.

The palms of my hands were sticky with sweat and a little warm.

The body is also hot.

The steps are light.

It crunches when stepped on the ground, and sinks into the snow, making a softer sound.

There is rarely heavy snowfall in Yuncheng, but there was one that winter, just before the Spring Festival.

Since when have I yearned for winter?

Maybe it started on that New Year's Eve night.

Cheng Jiaoxiao called her and asked when she would arrive.

She said there were 5 minutes left.

"Okay, I'll go down and pick you up."

It was very cold at night, and it was already past two o'clock when she arrived at the hotel. The fingers holding the phone were red from the cold and a little stiff. She saw the boy standing outside the hotel in the snowy sky.

He was wearing a black down jacket. He was very tall, with a cold and profound outline. He was holding a mobile phone in his left hand, and he was replying to someone's message. His bent finger bones were long and red from the cold.His shadow fell on the snow, fine snowflakes floated on his hair, and his breath turned into white mist.

Just like in a dream.

Cheng Xuran's mind went blank.

It took a long time to react slowly.

"Hi, Song Yanqing." The girl walked over, wearing a white cotton coat and a plaid scarf, like a wrapped glutinous rice dumpling, and stopped in front of him. Her raised almond eyes were clear and clean under the illumination of the street lamp.

The first word I spoke was a little trembling.

Soft and sweet.

"Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year." He nodded, his voice was cold and low, he moved away from Cheng Xuran's face, and quickly walked into the hotel, "Come in."

Cheng Jiaoxiao originally wanted to go downstairs by himself, but Song Yanqing had just arrived and bought cigarettes at a nearby convenience store, so Cheng Jiaoxiao asked him to pick up someone for her on the way.

The two walked into the hotel one after another.

He was still replying messages with one hand, looking a little tired and indifferent, quite lazy.

"Song Yanqing." Cheng Xuran prepared herself mentally and called out his name as she went up the stairs.

The boy turned around, his eyebrows glowing: "What's wrong?"

"For you." Cheng Xuran handed the gift bag out with both hands. His palms were sweaty and he couldn't tell whether it was because it was hot or something else. "New Year's gift."

She stammered, "My brother has it too."

He was stunned for a moment, with some astonishment in his eyes.

I probably didn’t expect to receive a congratulatory gift from someone I didn’t know very well.

The boy took it anyway. There was a red scarf in the gift bag, which was not expensive. He took a look at it and accepted it: "Thank you." (End of Chapter)