The difficult love of traffic niche

About an hour's drive to the outskirts of Changping.

Looking out of the window, the night is shrouded, and the road is deserted, only the winding lights shining on the Jundu Mountain in the distance, and the white snow track is particularly eye-catching in the dark night.As the car gradually approached, there were voices and sounds of playing in the distance. If there was nothing, the ski resort at night seemed to be very lively

Wang Junkai drove the car directly past the crowded and lively ordinary ski resort, entered through another inconspicuous door, parked the car casually, sorted out the things in the trunk, and put on what should be worn in the car first.After some ups and downs, he and Wang Yuan got out of the car dressed like Eskimos, and entered the gate with ski poles and skateboards.

The ticket booth and living room in front of me is as exquisitely built as the clubhouse, and it is a few grades higher than the civilian one next door. Sure enough, the private club is different.

Wang Junkai handed over the card that Xiao Zhou gave him, and the waiter seemed to be well-informed, so he didn't make it difficult for the two young people who were wrapped up all over with only one pair of eyes, seeing that it was a special limited card, he directly let them in. They also gave them two private meal coupons and the key card of the VIP locker room.

The air was cold in the snowy night, Wang Yuan couldn't help but sneezed, rubbed his red nose, found a seat and sat down first.

Wang Junkai came over, took the snow boots in his hand, and squatted in the snow to help him put them on slowly.

Wang Yuan kicked the man who was concentrating on tying his shoe with the toe of the other shoe, and asked, "Is it cold on the ground?"

Wang Junkai didn't lift his head and said, "Don't move."

It wasn't until the two shoes for Wang Yuan were put on that he got up and sat on the chair next to him. He also put on the equipment himself, dragged the snowboard, and walked towards the field with Wang Yuan with difficulty. go.

Although it is a private ski resort, the space is as wide as that of the neighbor next door. At this time, there are also a few sparse figures playing around, but they are all wearing helmets, and no one can recognize anyone if they don't make a sound.

Just a few steps away, there was a "bang" sound and someone bumped up from behind. Wang Junkai, who had no chance to dodge, was knocked to the ground by a force, and by the way, Wang Yuan who was next to him was also tripped. People are in a one-sided posture of suffering brothers and sisters, silently sighing that it is a good start.

The person who bumped into him got up slowly by himself, saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" and wanted to move over to help them up.

Wang Junkai, who came back to his senses, did not speak immediately when he saw the situation. He just waved his hand at the man to show that it was okay and that he didn’t need to come over. He fiddled with his slightly bulky boots on his own, stood up with the support of the snow pole, turned around and helped him. Speaking of Wang Yuan, while helping him to pat off the snow on his body, he asked with concern in a voice that could only be heard by two people: "Have you knocked?"

Seeing the man walking away slowly, Wang Yuan put his arm on Wang Junkai's shoulder and replied, "It's okay, Wang Jun..."

Before he finished speaking, he looked around and suddenly changed his mouth with a smile.

"……elder brother!"

Hearing this address, Wang Junkai was stunned for a second, couldn't help lowering his head and chuckling twice, pulled his arm and hung it around his neck, with his right hand supporting Wang Yuan's waist, the two leaned on each other slowly continued on the road again.

Walking to a ramp a little further away, although it was a bit remote, fortunately, there were almost no other tourists disturbing, so I didn't bother anymore, and just let go of my courage and started playing. Have the same desire to conquer and persistence.

Wang Yuan plays double board, which is a bit more difficult, and it is difficult for ordinary rookies to control well.

Wang Junkai watched the man skilfully paddling down the slope round after round without falling. He had a great time playing, and couldn't help asking: "Why are you so good?"

"...Have you played less in recent years?"

Wang Yuan turned his head back with a smile: "Of course, I came from the Olympic champion, huh? Do you understand!"

He stopped, took a few breaths, and invited the people behind him: "Would you like to have a race, and who can row farther?"

Just as he wished for it, Wang Junkai immediately put on an indifferent tone, and said through the helmet: "Compare, let's see how I can instantly kill you!"

Hearing these words, he seemed to be able to comprehend the embarrassment of that person's expression. Wang Yuan's smile remained unchanged and he put on his mask.

This kid...Wang Junkai bit his lip, took a deep breath, clenched the snow pole in his hand, and walked to the side by that person.

Before counting to three, the white figure had slid down lightly and skillfully. Wang Junkai didn't hesitate any longer, and directly supported him with his stick on the ground with both hands and chased down the snowy road.

Facts have proved that he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Before he could catch up with the shadow, he didn't know which stone was hidden in the snow, and the snow pole was knocked off his hand. Unfortunately, Wang Junkai, who lost his balance for a while, fell down again. into the snow.

Hearing a sudden call from behind, Wang Yuan lightly controlled the skateboard and turned a corner, and just turned around when he saw the man with a miserable face rushing to the street, his heart felt dark for a while.

He patiently picked up the snow pole for him first, and then slowly slipped back to help the fallen man.

"...Don't force yourself if you can't, brother!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Unexpectedly, when Wang Junkai took over the ski stick, he made a mistake with his hand, and successfully pulled the triumphant man over, his center of gravity was unsteady, and it happened to fall on him.

"...You are retaliating, Old Wang!"

"Good brother, let's go together for the rest of our lives!"

"..."

Wang Yuan didn't get anxious, just leaned on him without moving, rolled his eyes, and said lazily, "Who wants to be your brother..."

He picked up the snow pole on the ground and poked the man lying on the ground, thought for a while and added:

"I am your man!"

The person under the pressure heard this, but felt a burst of elation, and couldn't help himself trembling in the helmet silently laughing.

Wang Yuan patted his helmet: "...what are you laughing at, I heard it all." He took off his helmet as he spoke, and took a deep breath.

Wang Junkai finally showed his head, his eyes narrowed with a smile: "Laughing at you."

Wang Yuan: "Hey! You..."

Wang Junkai took Wang Yuan's shoulders, supported him and lay down side by side, and looked at the stars in the snowy night in this vast snow field.

The searchlights in the snow field are shining brightly, illuminating this area as if it were daytime, and the few tourists playing in the snow in the distance are already blurred. Although the cold wind is cold, at this moment, there is an illusion that only you and me are left in the world.

The wind is blowing, the leaves are swaying, the noise is almost inaudible, the breathing is close at hand, the sound of snow falling, the valley in the middle of the night seems to have the magic power to breed inspiration.

Wang Yuan calmed down for a moment, feeling the silent spring of spiritual thoughts.

"Wang Junkai, I want to write a song."

The people around turned their heads curiously, and saw that Wang Yuan was lying still, but raised his right hand to mid-air, and flicked something lightly with five fingers.

"Yuaner?"

Wang Yuan didn't respond to him, he closed his eyes slightly, opened them after a while, played the notes flowing in his heart with his fingers, and hummed the corresponding melody in his mouth.

It is a lyrical tune that I have never heard before, sometimes confiding, sometimes singing, it seems to have an unspeakable emotional throbbing, and it seems to be singing the calm waiting that spans time.

"What I wanted to say did not say time has passed

Didn't ask why you seem to be passing by

Maybe I've got the joy of waiting

I am not afraid of the torment of the wind and rain

Only afraid of the silence of the sea

Miss you gradually forget to breathe

more memories at night

have i lost myself

in the loneliest corner

I'm like a song you haven't heard"

Wang Junkai was quietly lying next to Wang Yuan, his eyes seemed to be shining with stars.

He tilted his head for a moment, looked at the man beside him who was immersed in the music, and clearly felt the string in his heart, bit by bit responding to the melody that made him sink, and people.