My Exclusive Dream Game

"Let's go."

Chen Xu put on the towel, stood shoulder to shoulder with Luo Xiyun, opened the door, and walked out of the hot pot restaurant.

Before coming to Beijing, he had paid attention to the weather forecast and said that there might be a cold Siberian air going south in the next few days, so he brought a thick down jacket and towel in advance.

As a southerner, he is afraid of the cold in his bones.

The hotel is not far away, there are several traffic lights in the middle, and there are many cars on the road, so they did not drive, but walked over. It was windy tonight, and he put on a towel when he went out.

This grey towel was woven by his mother herself. In the past, it felt a bit soiled and I had never worn it. Some time ago, he rummaged out of the box and remembered that his mother usually had to work and cook, and could spare time to knit towels for him. He still disliked it, too much.

So after he washed it, he put it on when the weather was particularly cold, especially warm.

"what"

Luo Xiyun pushed open the outermost door, and a biting cold wind blew his face, mixed with some snowflakes, which hit his face, quickly melted, wet and ice, very uncomfortable.

Chen Xu looked up and saw that under the dark sky, where the surrounding lights were shining, white snowflakes were constantly falling, being swept by the wind, and drifting around.

He stretched out his hand, feeling the cold touch of the snow falling on his hand, and said with emotion, "It's snowing."

He grew up in an area where there is basically no snow, and his deepest affinity with snow was when he was in his first dream. In the next few months, there was ice and snow everywhere, and during that time, he and Luo Xiyun came together.

"Snee"

Luo Xiyun sneezed abruptly. He turned his head and saw that her nose was red with the cold and her body was trembling slightly in the cold wind.

She is wearing a windbreaker outside. She usually cares more about the image and does not want to wear too bloated. At first glance, she has not really survived the cold. When I came here just now, there was no wind, and I could withstand it. Now it was windy and snowing again, breaking her defenses all at once.

Chen Xudang was about to take off the towel and hung it around her neck.

"No, I'm not cold!"

Luo Xiyun wanted to stop, halfway through speaking, he sneezed again. This time it was louder than before.

Chen Xu wrapped the towel around her neck and said, "Wear it, if you don't want it, just throw it away." After speaking, he walked outside.

Luo Xiyun was holding the towel in her hand, neither pulling it nor letting go.

After the towel was wrapped, she obviously felt a warmth, and there was Chen Xu's temperature on it.

Thinking of this, the hairs all over her body suddenly stood up, and the skin around her neck was itchy. She pulled the towel uncomfortably, and the cold wind poured in along the gap, causing her to fight.

At this time, Chen Xu had already walked a few meters away.

Luo Xiyun still didn't tear off the towel after all, and walked out afterwards.

Five minutes later, the two went back to the hotel one after another. Walking into the lobby, the glass door behind you cut off the severe cold outside, and the hotel's heating system was fully turned on.

Luo Xiyun walked all the way in the wind and snow, not feeling cold at all, and even felt that the clothes inside were a little wet and sweaty.

She took off the towel silently, the tingling finally disappeared, and there was a feeling of relief.

The two took the elevator upstairs. Before they separated, Chen Xu wanted to get the towels back.

She didn't give it, and said, "I'll clean it and return it to you."

"Rest early." Chen Xu finished speaking and went back to his room.

Luo Xiyun walked to the door of his room and was about to open the door. The door next door opened and Secretary Guo walked out.

"Mr. Luo, you're back." Secretary Guo's gaze paused on the towel in her hand. If I remember correctly, Chen Xu once wore this towel.

When Luo Xiyun saw her, she was taken aback for a moment, and found that she was wearing a thick coat, and asked, "Want to go out?"

"Uh, go buy something." Secretary Guo quickly retracted his gaze, "I'm going." After speaking, he fled.

Luo Xiyun wanted to say that she could buy it for her, but as a result, she was gone, so she no longer cared about her, opened the door and walked into the room.

She sat down by the sofa, put the towel in her hand on the coffee table in front of her, staring blankly, not knowing what she was thinking.

After a while, she put her hands on her face, quickly let go, stood up, and walked into the bathroom.

…………

After half an hour, Luo Xiyun came out of the shower and rubbed his hair with a towel. He couldn't help but glanced at the coffee table. Seeing the gray towel, his neck seemed to be itchy again.

She walked to the sofa and sat down again, and looked at the towel again. The color was the blueish gray. It was woven with the thick thread of the fingers. Several knots could be seen on it, like Hand-woven.

[Who made it for him? Ex-girlfriend? 】

This thought came to her mind.

Dududu

Suddenly, her mobile phone rang, causing her heart to jump, and she turned her head abruptly. Seeing the name displayed on the screen, she was taken aback, until the phone rang a few more times before picking it up.

"What are you up to, why did you take it so long?" Liu Yumeng's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Just in the shower, what's the matter?"

"Listening to your tone, isn't the talk going well?"

"No, it went well. I was just a little tired."

"If you are tired, take a good rest for a few days. Why don't you take this opportunity to spend a few days in the capital and take a vacation. I happen to be free these days. How about staying with you in the past?"

"Forget it, there are still a lot of things on the company side." She said absent-mindedly, "That..."

"Just talk about it."

"It's all right, so be it, I'm going to sleep." She hung up the phone, leaned her head on the backrest, and closed her eyes.

…………

In the early morning, Luo Xiyun woke up at eight o'clock as usual. Over the past year or so, she has formed a biological clock. No matter what time she goes to bed at night, she will wake up naturally at this time.

She turned over, looked at the gray towel on the chair at the head of the table, opened the quilt and sat up, reaching out and touching it, soft to the touch.

She touched it for a while, picked up the towel, and wrapped it around her neck. For some reason, the towel was obviously very soft. After putting it on, she felt a little pierced and itchy on her neck.

She walked to the mirror and saw her face flushed inside, and she looked a little bloated around the towel.

After watching for a while, she took off the towel and put it on the chair. Go into the bathroom and start washing. Then he changed his clothes, packed everything in the room, and put it back in the suitcase.

Finally, she put the towel on her left arm, handed the suitcase with her right hand, and left the room, closed the door with her backhand, and went down to the restaurant.