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The boss pushed Tong Chunxia away as he spoke, and got on the motorcycle by himself. Then there was a roar, and the taillights of the motorcycle gradually disappeared from Tong Chunxia's field of vision.
Tong Chunxia looked at the motorcycle going away, and felt that the whole street became quiet in an instant.
She wrapped her scarf tightly, bent down and blew the ashes on the steps, then took out a piece of toilet paper and put it on the ground, and sat on it.
With her head leaning against the electric pole, she huddled into a ball, shivering in the cold wind.
A few snowflakes fell on her head, she stretched out her hand to shake them off, and the snowflakes fell on her gloves again.
Red adventure, white snowflakes, one red and one white, the colors are distinct and bright.
She was a little dazed, and then slowly said to herself: "At this time, there should be a song "The Moon Reflected in the Two Springs."
When she said this, she was full of self-deprecation.
The cold wind was blowing, and the snow seemed to be falling heavily. The snowflakes melted and penetrated from her scarf to her neck, creating a burst of coldness.
Tong Chunxia felt a little cold.
She curled up into a ball, staring at the long street in a daze.
There is no one on the long street, only the street lamps stand alone in the cold and snow. Under the dim light, the snowflakes fell on the ground lightly like goose feathers, which seemed a bit poetic.
But it's so cold.
Tong Chunxia felt his face was frozen stiff.
She really wanted to know, what is Lu Qinghuan doing now, and what is Duan Yanqiu doing now?
Is she the only one in the whole world who took the script of the tragic heroine?
Tong Chunxia does not allow herself to be trapped in emotions and cannot extricate herself. Her dogma is that life is already so miserable, and if she keeps thinking about how miserable she is, it will be twice as miserable.
So, she took out the math book from her schoolbag, and took out the test papers, and then spread them out one by one. With the dim light, she decided to calm down and read the book.
After half a minute, she sighed.
Sure enough, mathematics can only make people drowsy.
So she closed the book and took out the drawing book. The colored pencils had been used up and there was only one 2b pencil left, so she took that pencil and started drawing.
The night was getting darker, and the street was empty, except for a layer of snowflakes.
In the deep winter weather, snowflakes fell on her body, and she was all white in a short while.
Tong Chunxia sat there, and after a while, his hands and feet felt stiff from the cold. She raised her eyes and glanced at the streets of the snow-covered city, and felt a little worried. Could it be that she really wants to celebrate the New Year on the streets this year?
In Tong Chunxia's bleak life, there really wasn't the worst, only worse.
She sometimes suspects that she is the heroine in Qiong Yao's drama. She is beautiful, silly and sweet, and has a tragic life experience. Now she is only missing Ma Jingtao or Erkang.
She even felt that the scene in front of her was ridiculously tragic, so she grinned slightly and smiled.
Tong Chunxia raised his eyes, and the smile on his lips froze instantly.
Her pupils trembled and shrank slightly, watching a figure slowly approaching at the end of the long street without moving.
The man was thin and tall, wearing a long hooded down jacket, and the hat covered his face. There are snowflakes on his shoulders, one by one, like flowers blooming on his shoulders.
The dim light fell on him, and he seemed to come out of the halo.
He pushed his bicycle, walked very slowly, and appeared alone on the long empty street.
Like an ancient swordsman, with a long sword in Tsing Yi, coming on snow.
Tong Chunxia recognized the bicycle.
She stood up in shock, and the picture book in her hand fell to the ground with a "bang".
Duan Yanqiu moved unhurriedly, the bicycle opened a long tire track on the snow, and then he walked across the long empty street to her.
He settled down in front of her, condescending, his eyes narrowed slightly.
He had his back to the light, and the expression on his face was somewhat unclear.
Tong Chunxia suddenly didn't dare to move, and just looked up at him.
His appearance seemed to have shattered all her armor in an instant, and the softest part of her heart was exposed in such a majestic manner.
Obviously, I don't want to cry when swords, guns, swords, halberds and arrows go through my heart, but as soon as that person appears, all the grievances and embarrassments spread silently in my heart like a landslide and tsunami.
Her eyes were red, and she could only bear it by pursing her lips tightly.
The boy stood in front of her, and it took him a long time to hear him sigh softly.
Tong Chunxia's heart beats? was brought up.
That sigh, is it helplessness, boredom, or impatience?
Duan Yanqiu threw the bicycle aside, then took off the down jacket, squatted down, and put it on her neatly.
Tong Chunxia's lips trembled a little, and he said quickly: "I'm not cold¡ª¡ª"
But Duan Yanqiu couldn't argue, wrapped her under the down jacket forcefully, and then covered her with the hat.
When he was doing these movements, the corners of his mouth sank slightly, he didn't say a word, and the air pressure was a little low.
Tong Chunxia said quickly, "I'm sorry."
Duan Yanqiu glanced at her, frowned and said, "I'm sorry for what?"
"Did Lu Qinghuan ask you to come here? She may have called you because she was in a hurry. I'm sorry, but I asked you to come here during the New Year's Eve. It's actually nothing, she's always been exaggerating¡ª¡ª"
"Stop talking." Duan Yanqiu was obviously in a bad mood, with a serious face all the time.
There was still his residual warmth on the down jacket, and it became much warmer instantly after putting it on, but it was wrapped like a ball, and it was difficult for her to even move.
"Come up." Duan Yanqiu pulled her up, and Tong Chunxia stood up without moving.
Seeing that he was about to get angry, Tong Chunxia quickly said, "I'm sorry, my feet are numb."
Duan Yanqiu stared at her, and said coldly: "Tong Chunxia, ??try saying sorry again."
Tong Chunxia stopped talking, just half-bent, and thumped his leg.
She was a little aggrieved, and wanted to cry when she bent down, but she held back.
Suddenly, there was a whirlwind, and Tong Chunxia was completely empty. Duan Yanqiu had already picked her up, and then put her on the back seat of the bicycle.
Duan Yanqiu got into the car, turned to her and said, "Put your scarf on."
"By the way, hold me tight." He added another sentence, his tone was no longer as gentle as before, but became more indisputably strong.
Tong Chunxia sat in the back seat, hugged him obediently, and asked, "Where are we going?"
"my home."
This is Tong Chunxia's first visit to Duan Yanqiu's house.
But I didn't expect it to be in an ordinary community, just next to the city's No. 1 Middle School, a simple apartment No. 2, and the decoration is relatively ordinary, but it is very new.
Duan Yanqiu parked his bicycle downstairs, and the two of them took the elevator up.
During the whole process, Duan Yanqiu kept a calm face and didn't say a word.
Tong Chunxia was worried, but wanted to break the embarrassment, so he said: "Happy New Year."
Duan Yanqiu didn't say anything, and the elevator made a "ding" and reached the 17th floor.
Duan Yanqiu changed his shoes and went straight to the kitchen. Tong Chunxia walked in by himself, looking curiously at where he lived. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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