Seasonal season

Wenxi stood on the empty playground of the university campus, looking helplessly at Yu Hang who kept circling like a hamster.It wasn't until he stepped on several laps around him that he ran up to him panting, "You're surrounded!"

The street lights came on one after another, and many students wore gloves and scarves and jumped excitedly on the snow.

"When I was young, my mother never let me play in the snow. She said that playing in the snow would cause me to catch a cold and get sick. If I was sick, I would not be able to go to school. Not only would my studies fall, but she would also have to quit work. It would be bad for everyone."

Wenxi patted off the snow he threw on her body: "Have you never played with snow?"

Yu Hang threw a snow ball at those female students from a distance, causing a burst of screams, clapping his hands and saying: "How is that possible? It's just not much. I went to university in Hangzhou, and there is little snow in the south, and it won't accumulate if it falls. Get up. After graduation, when I came back here, I was busy with the dance studio and rarely played." He looked at him and said, "I can't find anyone to play with me, adults who want to play snowball fights and make snowmen."

Wenxi tilted her head: "You mean I'm naive?"

Yu Hang rubbed his head: "It's cute."

Wenxi threw a handful of snow at him.

At the same time, those girls approached and suddenly threw several snowballs over. Yu Hang smiled: "You guys are playing tricks because of the large number of people!"

The girls laughed and said, "You're a boy, and you still have trouble with girls, are you embarrassed?"

Papa, several more flew over.

Wenxi stepped aside in an attitude of watching the excitement: "It seems that there is a cute person to play with you."

Yu Hang had a great time playing with those people. During the period, he took off his coat, his face was steaming, and he seemed to be relieved from his sorrow.

After the battle, Yu Hang rested on a single lever.The halo of street lamps sprinkled on the snow, there is a charm of old oil paintings.

"Oh, which department are you from?"

Before he could catch his breath, the girls had already come to him without changing their expressions.To be young is to be alive.

Yu Hang said casually: "Department of art."

"Leave a WeChat message, and ask you to fight next time?"

Yu Hang looked at Wenxi with a smile, and then said to these girls in a serious manner: "I'm afraid my lover won't like me leaving my number."

"You have a girlfriend?"

Yu Hang pointed to the ground, "See for yourself."

Wen Xihe stretched his head to look at the ground, this man stepped on the snow with his feet at some point in a very vulgar way of confession: Yu Hang loves Wen Xi, covered with a heart full of shoe prints.

The girls were quite sorry, and couldn't help but give a warm reminder when they left: "But when she comes over, this one will be trampled to pieces."

"He has seen it."

The girls looked at him suspiciously.

Yu Hang pointed at Wenxi, and brought the girls' eyes together: "Here it is."

Wenxi folded his fingers back: "Don't get nervous."

Now, the girls laughed awkwardly, and ran away laughing at each other.

Wenxi stepped on him: "Satisfied now?"

Yu Hang put on his coat and took a look at the sky: "Go, go eat."

This time it was a small restaurant.It's a bit too much for a hotel.It is a common roadside food stall that also runs breakfast stalls. On the dark and old glass door, it says: noodles, wontons, beef vermicelli soup.

Although Wenxi was born as a commoner, she has been raised by the owners in the past few years, so she doesn't like this kind of place very much.Firstly, it is not clean, and secondly, it is full of spices. I really don't know what is good about it.

Wenxi took out the tissue and wiped the table several times.Seeing that he was about to empty out a box of tissues, the proprietress couldn't help muttering, "The table just wiped won't get dirty."

Yu Hang said, "Two bowls of wontons."

Wenxi asked: "Would you be full if you eat this?"

Yu Hang said with great emotion: "I ate a lot of wontons when I was a child, and I was afraid of eating them. Today, for some reason, I really want to eat them again. What I eat is not wontons, but feelings. You understand, right, Editor Song?"

"don't know."

"You don't like eating wontons?"

Wenxi replied: "It doesn't matter whether I like it or not, I have no feelings for such things."

"What exactly do you have feelings for?"

Wenxi blinked mischievously: "I have feelings for things with brains but without brains."

"What's that, squid?"

Wenxi resisted the urge to laugh, and replied, "Almost."

When the wontons came, Yu Hang swiped them a few times with his chopsticks: "Nowadays people are very good at doing business. With these few wontons, it's like swimming in the ocean."

"Let you be hypocritical, come to eat feelings?"

"Don't you have the feelings of childhood?"

Wenxi tilted her head, thought for a while and said, "Actually, when I was young, I went to eat wontons with my sister once."

"What's so strange about this."

"At that time, my sister was going to leave for work and took me to eat. But I regretted that I didn't understand her feelings at that time."

Yu Hang chuckled: "Because you're too stupid?"

Wenxi didn't rush at him unexpectedly, and said slowly: "At that time, there was a child in the store, and I was patronizing and thinking about him."

"little girl?"

"It was a boy, sitting alone at the table. I remember very clearly that he was wearing a plaid coat, holding a schoolbag and waiting for someone. I wondered why he would sit here alone, but ignored his sister who was about to leave the house .”

Yu Hang regained his energy and sat up straight: "So you were enlightened so early?"

Wen Xi gave him a white look: "I just think he is lonely like me."

Yu Hang nodded his chin, thinking of something: "The person you mentioned seems to be me."

"Yeah, I've known you since we were born, are you satisfied?"

"Really, did the boy often carry a violin or an easel?"

Wenxi raised her eyelids: "I played the violin just now, did you deliberately trick me?"

"You didn't mention it. I brought it up on my own initiative. Because once you said it, I have the impression that I did see a boy with an older girl."

Wenxi stared at him, then smiled with great distrust: "You mean to say that the boy I saw was you?"

"Believe it or not. So when I saw you, I felt like old friends at first sight."

Wenxi said indifferently: "You just talk about it."

Yu Hang said: "Believe it or not is up to you."

After eating, Young Master Yu crossed his arms and watched Wenxi eat with admiring eyes.

I have to say, watching this man eat is a kind of enjoyment.Even if he eats this kind of food that he has no feelings for, Yu Hang can still taste the feeling of grandeur from his carefully pursed lips.I can't help thinking that this person should be a food anchor.

Looking at it after the kiss, Wenxi's lips are different again.The pink is full of spring, delicate and tender, which makes Yu Hang's mouth itch uncontrollably.Wenxi's concentration on chewing food, her fluttering cheeks, and eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings from time to time all made him fascinated, and he really wanted to grab his hair and give him a deep kiss.

Wenxi looked up at his dumbfounded look: "Why are you so engrossed?"

Yu Hang smiled: "Look at the beauty."

Wenxi saw what he meant at a glance, put away his smile, and warned him that he was a man, so don't maliciously confuse his gender.

Yu Hang felt aggrieved, why not praise you for being beautiful?

When we came out of the food stall, the night was completely dark, and we could only see moth-like snowflakes from under the street lamps.

Walking on the creaking snow, Yu Hang asked Hu Ruoyan if she was still the same.

Wenxi said yes, otherwise what would happen?

"She won't come to kiss you again, will she?"

Wenxi stomped on the snow under his feet: "Even if it does, it's you who started it."

Yu Hang argued: "I have nothing to do with such a vicious method."

After walking for a while, there was nowhere to go, and he froze to death.Wenxi urged him to go home.The two sat in the car, rubbed their hands and looked at each other.

When they faced each other quietly, the atmosphere became inexplicably awkward again.

The so-called keeping warm and thinking about lust/desire, Yu Hang looked at Wenxi's graceful profile curve, suddenly his body became hot, he raised his chin, turned towards him, and leaned over to kiss him forcefully.

Wenxi was caught off guard and was blocked tightly. She couldn't catch her breath and almost suffocated.It was hard to beat his chest that Yu Hang had to let him go.

Wenxi blushed: "You want to kill me!"

Yu Hang stared blankly at Wenxi, who was coughing, and then said after a pause, "You are too delicate. Can't you touch me?"

"You think you're eating a pig's trotter!" Wenxi wiped his lips in disgust and stared at him.

"I thought it would be more comfortable for you to be rough."

"I do not feel well!"

Yu Hang pouted, and wiped his own lips with a tissue: "You are the only one who is clean, and I will wipe it too!"

Suddenly, the young master ignited violently, shifted into reverse swiftly, and exerted force on the soles of his feet!Wenxi felt his whole body jump forward, and then he was slapped firmly on the seat by the inertia as if he was sitting on a rocket.

It was not until a red light that Yu Hang stopped suddenly.

Wenxi fell backward one after another, and rushed forward. Only then did he recover, and had the opportunity to say: "It's snowing, don't die!"

The corner of Yu Hang's mouth twitched: "Editor Song, is this comfortable?"

Bai Yuan flashed through Wenxi's mind. He originally wanted to use it as a negative teaching material, but then thought of the sensitive and fragile heart of this passionate and childish rich second generation, so he just opened his mouth and said, "As you please."

"You don't think so in your heart." Yu Hang glanced at him quickly, "Tell me, is this comfortable or just as comfortable as before?"

Wenxi was speechless, and had a new understanding of how immature this person was.

Yu Hang stopped the car, sat there silently, and said after a long time: "Editor Song——"

Although Wenxi was a little used to his capriciousness, she still had a sense of horror standing on the edge of a cliff and not knowing when she would fall.

"I want to ask you a question, and you have to answer it honestly."

"What is it?"

Yu Hang frowned when he heard "again", but he still planned to skip the word first and continue to ask what he wanted to ask: "Have you ever talked to a girlfriend?"

Wenxi fell into a deeper silence, and then nodded very slowly after being dazed.

Yu Hang held the steering wheel tightly, as if he wanted to crush it, and looked at the white reflection in front of him, as if he had entered a fantasy realm in an instant, like a trapped animal that couldn't get out of it.