Dyed

"Why do you choose such weather to go up the mountain?" The middle-aged man was wrapped in a military green coat, "The snow in Qingshan has been falling non-stop for the past two days. Just now the broadcast said that the snow was too heavy. There was a car accident and now the road is closed."

"What?" Fu Ran stopped stiffly, "Where did you say the road was closed?"

"The way down the mountain." The middle-aged man held a cup of hot tea in his hand. "But don't worry too much. There are restaurants and hotels on the mountain. According to my opinion, with this weather, you may not be able to go down the mountain tomorrow."

Fu Ran's almond eyes opened wide, snowflakes fell into her eyes and turned into glaring white, the umbrella in Ming Zheng's hand moved towards her head, "Xiao Ran? If that's the case, let's stay here for one night."

"No!" Fu Ran didn't want to refuse, she passed Ming Zheng and walked forward, "Maybe the road will be closed, I said that if there is something urgent, they should let me go down the mountain."

"Girl, it's really dangerous for you to go down the mountain now, and it's impossible for you to pass after the road is closed." The middle-aged man was also kind, but it was like pouring cold water on Fu Ran's head.

Mingzheng handed the umbrella in his hand to Zhao Lan, and he strode to catch up. Fu Ran opened the window of the car, and Mingzheng pulled him out before he got in, "Are you crazy, are you playing with your life? Don't you just live on the mountain?" One night?"

"Don't stop me!" Fu Ran struggled to push Ming Zheng away, but the difference in strength between men and women was too great, "I must go back to the city tonight."

"Are you in a hurry?"

"Yes!" Fu Ran raised her voice, "Brother, let me go."

"Is there anything more important than safety." Ming Zheng slammed the car door shut, "Besides, it's useless even if you die in a hurry, the road has already been blocked."

"I..." Fu Ran's eyes widened with anxiety, "Tomorrow is Chengyou's birthday, and I promised to spend it with him."

Although his birthday should have passed long ago, Ming Chengyou made a reservation with her early in the morning, and he called her today to remind her.

Mingzheng was startled when he heard the words, the strength in his hand loosened, but then he held it tightly again, "You don't even want your life because of him?"

"It's not like this."

Not far away, Zhao Lan thought that the quarrel between the two was all because of her, so she hurried over, "Mingzheng, don't blame Xiaoran, I asked her to bring me here."

Zhao Lan stood in front of Mingzheng, and forced him away from holding Fu Ran's wrist, "Xiao Ran, I'm sorry, you couldn't go down the mountain in time, why don't you just stay on the mountain for one night? worried."

Fu Ran softened her voice, "Auntie, this is none of your business."

Zhao Lan took Fu Ran's hand and walked forward. The middle-aged man pointed to the distance, "You should walk. You will see the hotel sign in about twenty minutes at most."

Ming Zheng pulled out the car key and followed behind the two.

Fu Ran lowered her head, there was snow on the road, and her boots creaked when she stepped on it, and the coolness spread through the leather to her insteps. Seeing that she couldn't cheer up, Zhao Lan said, "Xiao Ran, I'm sorry."

"Auntie, it's okay." Fu Ran smiled back.

"Tomorrow is Chengyou's birthday, right?"

"You know?"

"I remember." Zhao Lan's eyes were red, but his mood improved a lot. "He and Mingzheng are only 20 days away."

"Yeah." Fu Ran kept silent, carefully looking at Zhao Lan's face, after all, for a woman, this should be difficult to accept.

"I hope this snow will stop at night, otherwise I will be guilty of delaying your company with Chengyou."

Mingzheng followed quietly, he didn't open an umbrella, Zhao Lan turned to look at him, Mingzheng was wearing a more formal suit today because he went out to talk about cooperation, the pure black complemented the whiteness of the world.

Zhao Lan's eyes stabbed, feeling distressed.

After settling in the hotel, it was approaching evening, and Fu Ran's room was next to Zhao Lan.

Hearing the doorbell, she went to open the door.

Ming Zheng followed her into the house, "Are you hungry?"

Fu Ran shook her head and walked to the balcony, "Where's Auntie?"

"She's tired, I'll let her sleep for a while." Ming Zheng stood beside Fu Ran, "When she wakes up, let's go down for dinner."

"Anyway, I'm not hungry." Fu Ran folded her arms on the railing, her face was expressionless, and her head drooped, looking at the scenery at the foot of the mountain.

"It seems that you really care about him." Ming Zheng took out a cigarette, and with the sound of the lighter clicking, a tobacco smell lingered in his nostrils, lingering.

Fu Ran turned to look at him.

"During my birthday, you were never so nervous." He took a sip of the smoke ring and stared at Fu Ran with a half-smile.

"Who said, I was really busy at the time, even though I was late, didn't I send you a gift in the early morning?" She naturally didn't say anything, it was deliberately sabotaged by Ming Chengyou.

Fu Ran thought, and her heart sank again. It was Ming Chengyou's birthday, but she was trapped on the top of the mountain with Ming Zheng.

What is this?

Ming Zheng didn't say anything about the fact that he saw Fu Ran and Ming Chengyou in the restaurant that day, "So don't take it to heart, at most, you can supply him after you go down the mountain."

Paper can't hold fire, if Ming Chengyou knew that she was with Mingzheng, and took Zhao Lan to Qingshan...

Fu Ran was restless and didn't dare to think about it.

Mingzheng smoked one after another, and Fu Ran smelled the smell getting stronger and stronger. Her mobile phone was placed beside her. The signal on the mountain was up and down. Fu Ran watched the signal displayed on the screen change from full to zero.

"Xiaoran, I never thought that you two could come together."

Fu Ran looked at the crowd passing through the garden on the ground floor, "I haven't thought about it either."

"Have you really thought about it?" Ming Zheng took a deep breath, his eyes revealing a deep blur.

After Ming Zheng finished smoking a cigarette, he went back to his room to see if Zhao Lan had woken up.

Fu Ran wrapped her coat tightly and stood on the balcony when her cell phone rang suddenly. She was startled, and opened the screen with her finger to see Ming Chengyou's number.

Fu Ran strengthened his composure, and pressed the on button with his fingers.

"Fu Ran, you're not at home, Qin Mumu and Song Zhi haven't heard from you, where have you been?"

Before she could speak, the other end of the phone had already spoken first, and Fu Ran covered her mouth with her palm, "Chengyou, I'm not in the city."

Ming Chengyou quickly asked, "Then where are you?"

Fu Ran looked up at the hotel's signboard, and the neon lights were shining brightly. If she told the truth, Ming Chengyou would definitely be angry, "I want to tell you, don't be angry first."

Ming Chengyou heard something wrong, "Where is it?"

Fu Ran bit her lips lightly with her white teeth, "I'm in Qingshan."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, only the sound of the man's breathing becoming more and more rapid and powerful, Fu Ran said hello, and Ming Chengyou said in a deep voice, "What are you going to Qingshan for?"

Fu Ran poked her finger down towards the railing.

Ming Chengyou didn't get an answer, and his tone was still stiff, "Why haven't you come back?"

Fu Ran lowered her voice with some grievances, her voice was soft and sounded like she was being coquettish, "It snowed heavily and the mountain was closed. I don't know if I can go back tomorrow."

She seemed to be able to hear the tight breathing on the other side. Before Fu Ran could say I'm sorry, she heard Ming Chengyou's angry voice, which seemed to knock off the roof, "Fu Ran, you are really promising!"

"Chengyou!"

"Dududu-"

Fu Ran moved the phone away from her ear, staring at the screen in a daze.

Ming Zheng called her out for dinner. At the dining table, Fu Ran was so absent-minded that he hardly moved his chopsticks. Zhao Lan pulled her to talk, and Ming Zheng urged her to go back to the room to sleep. Zhao Lan let go of Fu Ran's hand .

The clock turned to eight.

Fu Ran lingered in the room and called Ming Chengyou, although he was connected, but no one answered.

The temper is really big.

Fu Ran sat on the edge of the bed, but Ming Chengyou must have guessed that she was with Ming Zheng and Zhao Lan. She put her phone on the bedside table and went to the bathroom to take a shower first.

In a strange place, in a strange bed, and near a cemetery.

Fu Ran was tossing and turning sleeplessly wrapped in the quilt, her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, she was not tired at all, the lights in the room were all on, and the room was as bright as day.

Fu Ran watched the time past twelve o'clock, her eyelids began to fight, and she put the quilt over her head.

She slept very restlessly, with sporadic fragments of nightmares. When the phone rang, Fu Ran was so startled that she almost screamed, thinking it was the midnight bell.

The back of his hand touched his forehead, covered in cold sweat.

She opened her eyes and looked at the screen, and waited for about ten seconds before realizing that it was Ming Chengyou calling.

Fu Ran hurriedly connected, "Hello?"

"Where are you?" The voice on the other end gasped.

"I'm in Qingshan." Fu Ran whispered.

"I," Ming Chengyou looked very tired, and the sound of breathing heavily made Fu Ran's eardrums ache, "I asked where are you in Qingshan?"

Fu Ran reported the name of the hotel, "Where are you?"

Fu Ran also heard the sound of stepping on the snow while walking, maybe in some open place, and there was a howling cold wind passing by, she sat up straight in shock, "You also came to Qingshan?"

Ming Chengyou said unhappily, "I always want to come over to see if what you said is true, and it really blocked the road."

Fu Ran glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, it was two o'clock in the morning!