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Text 0437 Walking among the flying snow, completely dust-free

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    Snow is falling in Nanji City at night, and the office building where Yuelao Dating Agency is located is hidden among the flying snowflakes, looking a little blurry and confused.

    Several silver-white vans were parked in the parking lot in front of the building, with a thick layer of snow piled on the roof. Even the door seams seemed to be filled with snow. It looked like it hadn't been opened for a long time.  Some of the people are still active. No matter there are two or three people in the car, there will always be at least one person staring directly at the entrance and exit of the building.

    ¡°And on these vans, there is at least one high-magnification telephoto camera, waiting to capture the figure of the leader of Yuelao Dating Agency.

    "When we wait for that guy to show up, we must take a photo of him! It's best to catch him and 'interrogate' him!"

    There are many people in these vans who hold this idea; the joy of waiting to get what they want is exciting, but the waiting now really makes people feel impatient deep inside, even though the hat of "Uncrowned King" is on  The metropolis has long lost its proper superiority attitude, but this does not affect many reporters who believe that the bosses of this previously unknown small dating agency should stand at the door and wait for them to come forward.  Go dig out every little secret of these bosses.

    Reporters who are used to seeing big scenes have deep resentment towards the invisible boss behind Yuelao Matchmaking, but they cannot but catch the news about Yuelao Matchmaking, a real news event.  They had to hold back their temper.  Waiting for the boss behind the scenes to appear.

    However, despite being on guard for days, they have never seen anyone who looks like the boss appear.

    Until this night when the twilight is the richest.

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    The city where the lanterns are first lit looks bright on a clear night, but on a snowy night it looks a blurry color.

    The sharp drop in temperature caused some snowflakes to fall to the ground and did not melt in the shortest time. On the contrary, a layer of silver-white armor was spread on the ground; only those who fell on the snow could  You will truly appreciate the cruelty of the layer of ice under this layer of armor. At least on the surface, this layer of armor not only did not cause trouble to the city, but actually made the city look more pure.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? This is the thought of a person looking at the scenery, but it is extremely irritating to a girl who just fell down on the road.

    The girl looked at her new glove that was stained with mud on the snow with some distress. She was thinking about how she could stand up without adding new stains to her new glove.  However, no matter how bold the idea was, it could not withstand the threat of another fall. The girl finally decided that the first priority was to save her butt and not fall again.

    At this time, the hand that had been in vain stretched out in front of the girl.

    It can be seen that there are long hairs growing on the back of this hand. It is strange that the hairs that usually shrink when encountering cold can be seen under the illumination of street lights on such a snowy night.  Clearly, the girl followed this hand curiously.  Then I saw a typical Western white face and blond hair.

    "Thank you."

    The girl grabbed this hand, stood up straight, and hurriedly thanked the other party in English.

    But the other party smiled and replied in Chinese: "No need to be polite, helping each other is the glory given to us by God."

    His Chinese accent was smooth and smooth, and he even had a little Beijing accent that was unique to Beijing, which made the girl look slightly surprised.

    The foreigner nodded slightly towards the girl, turned around and continued moving forward.

    At this time, the girl finally saw clearly that this foreigner should actually be a missionary.  Or a priest; just because she did not understand the clothing of Christian clergy, the girl could not know the true identity of this foreigner for sure, but the black robe on his body made the girl firmly believe that this foreigner was  A foreigner should first be a missionary.

    She watched the foreigner's figure heading straight ahead.  The long series of footprints left behind were evenly arranged on the ground, as if measured using calipers.

    And the direction in which this row of footprints disappeared.  It was the office building in front, the one belonging to Yuela Dating Agency.

    Is it possible that this foreigner also wants to?Find a true love that belongs to him at Yuelao Dating Agency?

    Not familiar with whether foreign missionaries have laws prohibiting marriage, the girl couldn't help but curl up with a funny smile, then turned and left.

    She may be thinking in her heart: For foreigners, marriage should go to Cupid, the god of love, rather than the Chinese Yue Lao, right?  ¡­

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    The foreigner wore a robe, but did not hold an umbrella. Amidst the flying snowflakes, the foreigner's figure was like an inconspicuous speck of dust.

    But for the reporters in the van, the arrival of this foreigner still caught their attention.

    In a van with a Jinghua license plate, the young reporter on duty suddenly saw the figure of the foreigner. His whole body shivered, and he said in a strange way: "Hey, darling, it's about Yue Lao's matchmaking."  Wouldn¡¯t even the foreign media be alarmed?¡±

    He was sitting in the passenger seat. At this moment, two older reporters were resting in the back seat. An older reporter probably heard what the young reporter said and was sitting in the back seat.  He closed his eyes to relax and suddenly opened his eyes. Curiously, he lay on the backrest of the front seat, looked out of the car, and asked, "What's going on? What's going on?"

    The young reporter scratched his head in embarrassment at this moment and said: "Teacher Tan, don't be nervous, I was just joking. There is a foreign missionary coming towards Yuelao Dating Agency outside. I thought it was a foreign missionary when I saw it."  The media is remembering it.¡±

    Teacher Tan, an elderly reporter, rolled his eyes and muttered: "Let me just say, a small dating agency can still alarm foreign media"

    He said this, but his eyes habitually glanced at the missionary not far ahead.

    "That's weird. Why do foreign missionaries go to Yuelao Matchmaking Agency?"

    Teacher Tan continued to murmur: "This is not a church or anything. Could it be that the missionaries also want to find a good match at Yuelao Dating Agency?"

    The young reporter laughed and said, "How is this possible? Yuelao Yuelao, this is the Chinese god of marriage. Can foreign missionaries still believe in this?"

    Teacher Tan laughed at the same time and said: "It cannot be said that the foreign god of love sent people to destroy the scene."

    The young reporter laughed, but the driver in the driver's seat was shocked all over, and even looked at the missionary outside with a straight look in his eyes.

    He was originally a limp person and looked very lethargic, but now his whole body was shaken, and an icy cold breath slowly spread through the entire carriage, causing everyone in the carriage to panic.  There was an inexplicable sense of tension, so much so that another older reporter was a little nervous now. He opened his eyes and asked, "Xiao Zou, what's wrong?"

    Xiao Zou was the driver. The driver, Xiao Zou, stared directly at the foreigner and muttered to himself: "Maybe this foreign missionary is really here to kick the tires"

    The young reporter didn¡¯t quite hear what Xiao Zou said and asked, ¡°Teacher Zou, what did you say?¡±

    "Let's play a game"

    There was a hollow feeling in Xiao Zou's voice: "Yelao Dating Agency has suddenly emerged, and it is normal to attract some attention. However, this foreign missionary came too quickly. Haven't we not reported the news of Yuelao Dating Agency in depth yet?  ¡­¡±

    His words were so vague that it was difficult to understand. Teacher Tan couldn't help but ask: "Xiao Zou, what are you talking about?"

    "Look what the weather is like outside? Is it snowing heavily? But you are looking at this missionary"

    Xiao Zou stretched out his finger, pointed at the missionary¡¯s back from a distance, and said: "There is not even a single snowflake on his body"

    If he didn't say it, no one else would notice it. When he said it, the other three reporters took a closer look and saw that it really looked like this. However, they saw that the missionary's robe was as clean as ever, as if it had just been dried out.  Just like taking it off a hanger.

    In such weather, when others are walking on the street outside, they may have already accumulated a layer of snowflakes on their bodies. Not to mention anything else, at least they cannot escape on their heads and shoulders. But on this missionary¡¯s body,  There wasn't even a single snowflake.

    The young reporter couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's amazing! Why is there no snow falling on this person?"

    Xiao Zou¡¯s eyes remained motionless and he said softly: ¡°Look carefully¡­¡±

    Many things are often like this. If you don¡¯t look carefully, you may not be able to see anything fishy, ??but if you look carefully, you can find something strange.

    For example, the current legendIt was just that the three reporters didn't look carefully at the missionary's side before, but now they took a look and discovered something strange was happening around the missionary.

    Between the flying snowflakes in the sky, there is actually no gap between the sky and the earth. Wherever there is air, there will probably be flying snowflakes. However, there seems to be an invisible isolation area around the missionary's body.  Regardless of whether it is a dense snowflake or a piece of snowflake, once it reaches the missionary's side, it inexplicably deflects a little bit and falls lightly to the ground, avoiding the missionary's body.

    The missionary, walking among the snow, was dust-free.  ()¡ª¡ª

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