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Probably because of the mention of "ex-boyfriend", at night, Fang Qingye inevitably dreamed about some things from that time.

In the first year of high school, it also snowed lightly in Ningcheng, and the snowflakes the size of rice grains swirled and fell to the ground, disappearing without a trace as soon as they touched the ground.

Fang Qingye and other students in the class who had never seen snow, lay on the window and looked at the snowflakes with full expectation, hoping that it would be bigger, and then maybe they could have snowball fights like the northerners. Make a snowman.

It's a pity that the snow was not paved until after school in the afternoon. On the contrary, it seemed like it had just rained, and the road surface was wet and slippery.

The weather was very cold, Fang Qingye and Pei Jianian only walked to the school gate together, and met Pei Jianian's mother driving to pick him up.At that time, the two of them hadn't gotten to know each other very well, so when Pei Jianian's mother offered to give Fang Qingye a ride, Fang Qingye declined.

"No need, auntie." Fang Qingye's coat was a bit long, the sleeves covered the back of his hands, making him look thin, "I have to go to the supermarket ahead."

Pei Jianian's mother told him: "The weather is so bad today, you should go back early so that your parents won't worry."

Fang Qingye said yes.

Watching the car go away, Fang Qingye lowered his head and continued walking, he decided to really go to the supermarket.When he walked near the supermarket, his shoes slipped on the wet mud. He fell heavily on the downhill and did not get up for a long time.

"Get up," said a flat voice.

A slender hand appeared in front of Fang Qingye's eyes, and he looked up with tears in his eyes. It was Cheng Ou, a classmate who transferred to their class after two months of school.

Cheng Ou is good-looking, not very talkative, and usually doesn't care much about others. He is a hot topic among the girls in his grade recently.Fang Qingye only talked to him once when he went to pour water at the back of the classroom, and it was limited to the level of "give way" and "excuse me".

Cheng Ou's black eyes were calm and unwavering: "Can you still wake up?"

Fang Qingye said "Yes", and then quickly grabbed Cheng Ou's hand and stood up with strength.

"Thank you." Fang Qingye stood up and found that his knees were also hurting badly. He couldn't help taking a deep breath, "I didn't expect the road to be so slippery after snowing, so unlucky."

"Well." Cheng Ou said, "Don't walk too far next time."

They walked in the same direction, Fang Qingye asked: "Are you going to the supermarket too?"

Cheng Ou just said "hmm".

Fang Qingye stretched out his hand: "Then can you help me a little bit, I'm going to the supermarket too."

Cheng Ou looked at his arm, seemed to think for two or three seconds, and then grabbed his arm with his hand, rather than holding it, it was more like pulling it, and walked to the supermarket door with him.

After that, the two did not go shopping together in the supermarket, but they met again at the cashier when checking out.Fang Qingye bought some vegetables and fruits, while Cheng Ou bought some convenience food.

Looks like they all need to figure out their own meals.

Fang Qingye settled the bill first, waited for Cheng Ou at the door for a while, took out an apple from his pocket and handed it to him: "Here. You bought so many convenience foods, and you still need vitamin supplements. I thank you."

Fang Qingye still had bruises on his cheekbones, but he was smiling.

Cheng Ou took the apples.

But didn't say anything.

Fang Qingye teased him: "I know your name is Cheng Ou, but you definitely don't know my name."

Cheng Ou looked at his face and called out his name accurately: "Fang Qingye."

Fang Qingye.

The three words he spat out were very similar to the way Fu Xiao called him.Maybe this kind of indifferent person is called so formally by his name.

"Fang Qingye."

It was Fu Xiao's voice.

Fang Qingye opened his eyes, he was used to the darkness in front of him, but he vaguely felt that it was morning.Fu Xiao called him again, but the voice was a little vague through the door panel.

"I'm awake!" Fang Qingye agreed loudly, sitting up from the bed, "Come in."

The door lock opens.

Fu Xiao's voice became much clearer: "I just read the news, the airport has been temporarily closed."

Fang Qingye was still a little confused: "Huh?"

Blizzard and rare sleet and freezing weather occurred in Jiangcheng, the temperature was as low as minus twelve degrees, the roads were icy, and surrounding towns suffered from snow disasters.

In this extreme weather, the runway was icy, and the airport dispatched a variety of large-scale equipment to clean it, but it still did not meet the conditions for take-off.

The news said that the airport has been temporarily closed, and the opening time is unknown.

A blizzard trapped Fang Qingye and Fu Xiao as well.

Because of the weather, companies and shops in Jiangcheng, including Envision, began to have different degrees of holidays. Fu Xiao has already issued a notice that all Envision employees are working from home.

There was joy in the work group, and everyone was overjoyed.

Fu Xiao asked Lu Lu to finish posting the notice, watched the employees swiping their screens, and remembered the last time Song Sisi distributed red envelopes in the group, and everyone was very happy.

So he moved his fingers and threw a few big red envelopes into the group.

Everyone seemed a little overwhelmed, the interface was quiet for a while, and the bubbles of "Thank you, Mr. Fu" quickly filled the screen.

"Did there ever be a time when the whole city was shut down by the snowstorm?" Fang Qingye asked.

"Yes." Fu Xiao said, "But this is the first time a snow disaster has been caused."

After hearing the news, Fang Qingye was worried about the disaster situation, and also felt terrified by such a heavy snowstorm: "I really want to see what it looks like outside." Then he asked, "Do you want to donate to the disaster area? Is there any way to donate?"

Fang Qingye was still kind-hearted as before, worrying about things that he couldn't manage.

He obviously lives on a scholarship, and even spends all his living expenses on saving sick stray dogs.I was stopped by people begging on the road, and I fell for it every time.He donated money to the Ningcheng flood and worked as a volunteer for the municipal government.

Every time I say "doing good deeds can change luck", but in fact, I never cared about whether there is any return.

This was probably an important reason why Fu Xiao let him approach at that time.

Such a deceitful person must have no bad intentions.

Fu Xiao said, "I'll ask." Then he went to call the accountant and learned that there was no need for donations, but he still asked him to buy a batch of heat preservation materials.

The account was disbursed from Fu Xiao's personal account, and the financial inquiry asked: "May I make a donation in your name this time?"

Fu Xiao said, "Let's be anonymous."

Then hung up the phone.

Fu Xiao didn't avoid people on the phone, so Fang Qingye was slightly surprised after listening to the whole content.Fu Xiao did this matter too quickly, and Fang Qingye couldn't help but feel that Fu Xiao's behavior was a little straight.

This kind of donation is not a small amount. Fu Xiao did it as he said, without thinking about it. Maybe that amount of money is nothing to him.

Aunt Zhong, the housekeeper, did not come to work in this weather.

Fang Qingye and Fu Xiao started the self-reliance mode at home.

Breakfast was settled with the toast in the refrigerator, and the two of them drank some milk to complete the meal.

At noon, Fu Xiao made noodles again.

This time, he found the seasoning ratio on the Internet in advance and strictly implemented it, which made Fang Qingye praise him for his rapid progress.

This is the third time they have eaten noodles in a short period of time.

At night, Fu Xiao couldn't stand the noodles anymore, so he invited William's wife to help cook.It was a lady from a Southeast Asian country who spoke very little Chinese and had a very kind voice.

Fu Xiao only said some simple sentences to others.

"Hello, please come in."

"All the ingredients in the refrigerator can be used."

"There is no taboo."

"Thank you."

"The salary will be paid in cash at a later date."

The whole process was polite and courteous, and there was no point of faux pas.

Fang Qingye was amazed at such a simple and direct social behavior.

However, the food cooked by that lady is very exotic and the craftsmanship is very good, which saved the taste buds of both of them and gave them a new sense of satisfaction in their stomachs.

"Have you met this lady before?" Fang Qingye asked, "I heard she sounds very happy to come here to help."

Moreover, when Fu Xiao mentioned the salary, the other party immediately rejected it.

But Fu Xiao didn't seem to listen.

"I've seen it before." Fu Xiao said, "In the elevator, there will be two or three times a month."

William works here, so the whole family lives in this building, which can be regarded as familiar neighbors.

The other party wanted to help out of friendship, but Fu Xiao had no intention of making friends.

Fang Qingye was a guest, so naturally he wouldn't point fingers at his master's affairs, so he didn't say anything.

In the afternoon, Fu Xiao came to the living room and saw Fang Qingye sitting on the carpet in the living room, with a lot of strange things in front of him.

There are wooden sticks, sandpaper, cotton and linen, rubber and even small puppets, all of which are all kinds of irrelevant sundries.

There was still an empty box on the carpet, Fang Qingye grabbed something at random, pondered it in his hands for a while, and then threw it into it.

"What are you doing?" Fu Xiao asked.

Fang Qingye came back to his senses and looked in the direction of Fu Xiao's voice: "I have nothing to do anyway, I want to try to do my own tactile feedback training."

Fu Xiao came to his side: "Tactile feedback training?"

"Well, it's helpful for my agnosia." Fang Qingye nodded, "The doctor suggested that I first establish sensory input to distinguish the touch of different materials. These things were prepared for me by Lin Mu last time."

Fang Qingye couldn't see it, and couldn't tell whether the material he touched was correct. It was probably just too boring, so he took it out and tried it.

Fu Xiao asked, "Do you need my help?"

Fang Qingye nodded: "Okay."

Fu Xiao also sat down on the carpet, facing Fang Qingye.

Fang Qingye said: "You can choose ten items at random and give me points. Every time you get it right, you get one point. If you get it wrong, you don't get any points. I have three chances for each item."

Fu Xiao asked: "How many points did you score last time?"

Fang Qingye recalled: "Three points."

Say it and start it.

Fu Xiao handed Fang Qingye the first item, Fang Qingye said "thank you", took it, rubbed it carefully with his fingers, and felt it.

He muttered: "It seems a little soft and a little hard."

He also said: "There is a fluffy feeling on the surface..."

It took a while to give the answer: "Is it a doll?"

Fu Xiao said, "No."

Fang Qingye frowned: "Is it a felt ball?"

Fu Xiao also said no.

Saying that a test is a test, Fu Xiao was too strict, and he didn't let him down at all.

Fang Qingye couldn't help but said: "At the beginning stage, you can give me a little hint."

Fu Xiao said, "It's actually flat."

Fang Qingye thought for a long time and said, "Is it a piece of cloth?"

Fu Xiao said, "Yes, you scored a point."

No congratulations.

Fang Qingye got the answer right, but he was not very happy, because basically he didn't feel it out, but guessed it out.

For the first item, he couldn't even figure out whether it was three-dimensional or relatively flat, so it was a bad start.

Fu Xiao took three more items to Fang Qingye, Fang Qingye only recognized a small wooden stick, and did not recognize the others.

Fang Qingye's originally interested expression disappeared, his brows were furrowed, and his whole face was full of pain.

When Fu Xiao said "the next thing", he reached out and touched Fu Xiao's index finger.

Fu Xiao held the ball of clay in his hand and did not make a sound to correct it. He remained motionless and let Fang Qingye touch and study, wanting to see if Fang Qingye could tell the difference.

"The shape is a bit weird..."

Fang Qingye started stroking from the fingertips, stroking all the way down, gently stroking every joint of Fu Xiao, to the back of the hand.

The temperature of Fang Qingye's fingers was a little high, and the pads of his fingers were soft. Fu Xiao felt that the place he touched was slightly hot. When Fang Qingye started to touch his wrist, his pulse rate also suddenly accelerated.

Finally, Fu Xiao turned over his palm unbearably, and held Fang Qingye instead: "Okay, this time you touched my hand."

Fang Qingye: "..."

The two clasped their hands together, Fang Qingye let go first, his face was a little hot: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Fu Xiao said nonchalantly, "It's also a kind of test."