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"I just came from him." Song Yanqing said, moving his fingers open and closed, the frozen joints making a clicking sound, and the wind poured into the jacket.

He looked down at her, his eyelashes holding a hint of frost, and his voice was straightforward.

Cheng Xuran groaned.

The surroundings were silent, and the sound of firecrackers continued in the distance. At this time, everyone was celebrating the New Year at home, and who would come out to see it.

Before that, the two of them hadn't spoken to each other for a long time, and they just nodded their heads when they met.

Song Yanqing took out his cell phone and took a look at it. At 11:58 pm, he put it back in his pocket and said, "It's okay. I'm on my way."

"What?" Cheng Xuran looked at his movements, not knowing why. When she spoke, her lips were very light and her face was pale. She had just come out of home, and her body was still warm, slowly soaking up the coolness of the night.

"I've been calling you for a long time." The boy's voice was low and hoarse.

Cheng Xuran was stunned for two seconds: "The voice before was really yours——"

"I'm sorry you can still hear me." He tugged at his lips, and a thin layer of frost fell from his eyelashes, and the outline of the backlight was clearly visible, cold and unforgettable.

"Why don't you send a WeChat message?"

"The power is going out."

"Oh."

"Wait a minute." Song Yanqing said.

Cheng Xuran didn't know what he was waiting for, so she just waited quietly with him.

The two of them stood opposite each other, and he looked relatively at ease. He checked the time several times, and he always felt firm and cold. It was like the first year they knew each other. He was standing under the hotel to pick her up, looking at his mobile phone. , has a lazy and distant demeanor and is not easy to get close to.

Twenty-four o'clock sharp.

Moon stars are rare.

Song Yanqing turned off the screen of his mobile phone, and there was still one battery left.

He was 1.87 meters tall, much taller than her. His shadow stretched out on the ground on New Year's Eve, very deep.

"Okay. You were just studying the questions, right?"

"Yeah." He spoke very quickly. Cheng Xuran didn't know what he meant. He nodded and curled his fingers in his pockets, sweating. "There are a few sets of derivative papers. I'm not familiar with them. I still need to practice."

"Jiang Hang is okay," Song Yanqing said.

Also okay?

It was okay for him to say this, but others would probably vomit blood if they heard it.

That was Jianghang University, the top among 985top.

The sound of lighter rollers rubbing. The sound of the wind is strong, and the voice is deep and free.

"Take the test."

"I know."

"Happy New Year."

"I know—" Cheng Xuran answered subconsciously, then looked at him and said, "Happy New Year."

Song Yanqing handed her a red envelope wrapped in red letter paper. The paper shell was very delicate and should be specially used for giving gifts. There were four big characters written on it with a black calligraphy pen - the title of the gold medal.

I guess I came from home.

Lining his finger bones.

Slender and white.

There is a faint cyan color at the joints.

Cheng Xuran's eyes stopped on his hand, listening to the sound of falling wind.

"Go on." He frowned and urged impatiently.

On the first New Year's Day we met, Cheng Xuran gave him a red scarf.

They were not familiar with each other at that time.

The next year, he remembered it and returned the gift. He probably couldn't figure out what to give to girls, so he gave him a red envelope and Cheng Xuran gave him a pair of AJ shoes.

The third year.

She avoids suspicion.

He hasn't changed.

Who is magnanimous and so in his heart?

"Thank you." Cheng Xuran took it with her fingers a little stiff.

"You're so welcome." Song Yanqing retracted his hand, his voice was rough and his eyes were cold, "Let's go."

That night, New Year's Eve, they spent New Year's Eve together. Later, they realized that twenty-four o'clock was the time to watch the New Year's Eve, and the conversation ended with him asking her to take the exam well.

Later I went back to open the red envelope.