my zepple

The wind and snow howled all night.The mountains are covered overnight with a thick layer of white fondant.

"The snow is too thick to walk."

Song Rou sighed leisurely when passing by the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, and added: "The slippery mountain road is the most dangerous."

Tong Yu was sitting on the sofa chewing toast dryly, his face was swollen left and right, and he didn't answer.

Song Rou handed the hot milk in her hand to Tong Yu.

Tong Yu didn't lift his eyelids, and took another big bite.When the toast in his mouth was swallowed, he just frowned when he was choked and twitched.

Song Rou sent the cup forward again. "Drink?"

Tong Yu took the cup with a look of surprise, Song Rou stood up straight, and put her hands back into her trouser pockets lazily.

Miao Miao licked up the last bit of milk in the bowl, climbed onto the sofa, and sat down in Tong Yu's arms with ease.

"You must go down the mountain tomorrow."

Song Rou asked again: "Then what if the snow is still thick tomorrow?"

Tong Yu glared at him. "Will not."

Song Rou wanted to laugh, but held back, she just hooked her lips slightly, echoed him and said, "Mmm. No way."

Although the mountains are covered by heavy snow, Xianling is already a relatively mature resort area. There are supporting large shopping malls and supermarkets in the town, and there is no problem in terms of material supply for the time being.

The two of them left the residential area and walked down the road. The snow on the road was fluffy and thick, and the distance between two and 10 minutes abruptly doubled.

There are more residents in the town, the snow in the middle of the street has been shoveled, and thick snowdrifts have been erected at the door of the shops on both sides, with some colorful snowboards and billboards stuck on them.

It will be Christmas in a few days, bells and little socks are hung on the trees along the street, and the town already has a festive atmosphere.

It's not easy to go to town once in a snowy day. The two bought four big bags of things in the supermarket.

After coming out of the supermarket, the snow outside was heavier, the sky was gray, and the visibility was lower than when we came.On the way back, at a glance, the sparse houses on the mountain were already lit with warm yellow lights.

When the two of them stopped by the roadside to catch their breath, Song Rou asked Tong Yu, "Do you feel that the snow here is different from that in the north?"

Tong Yu put the bag in his hand on the ground, thought for a while and replied: "The snow here is gray, while the snow in the north is white."

It's really cute, Song Rou thought.In Tong Yu's eyes, many different things can be distinguished by color. Spring is the green of plants, summer is deep blue, autumn is yellow like maple leaves, and winter is misty white.

Numbers, cities, and people all have their own colors in Tong Yu's eyes.This is a rare and precious synaesthesia, and it may also be one of the reasons for his extraordinary talent in art.

Tong Yu is wearing a thick woolen scarf today, and it has been wound around a few times in a messy way. Together with the bloated down jacket collar, the neck looks very short.

But no matter how thick the body is, it does not prevent the face from turning red from the cold.The stratum corneum of Tong Yu's skin is very thin, it turns red when stimulated by the cold air, and Song Rou keeps staring at it.

"It's too humid here, the snow contains a lot of water, it will look more transparent, it's goose feather snow."

"You're right when you say it's gray."

Song Rou reached out to help him loosen the scarf, but Tong Yu avoided it.

Reluctantly, he put his hands back into his pockets, and continued, "Beijing's climate is dry and sunny, and the snow particles are loose and distinct."

"So white salt snow."

Tong Yu turned to look at Song Rou.Song Rou also looked at him, large flakes of snow fell on them, and it turned into water after a while.

In fact, when the two of them were in Beijing, they were used to not using umbrellas in heavy snow days, but the wet snow in the south is still rain after all.

Song Rou's hair has been dyed black for a while, and now it can be seen that it has faded to chestnut yellow under the natural light outside.He scribbled his head into a ball with a rubber band, and when he lowered his head, he showed a section of the back of his snow-white neck.

"The snow in Norway is also white."

After hearing this, Tong Yu's expression changed, and he put his chin into the scarf and was about to turn around.Song Rou stretched out her hand to grab his long gloved wrist, which was still slender, and pulled him back with a little force.

"Everyone went to Norway that year, including the photographer and the crew."

Song Rou looked down at him with a smile in her eyes. "It wasn't Valentine's Day when the photo was taken."

"Valentine's Day can't be spent with everyone."

Tong Yu twisted his wrist and broke free from Song Rou's grasp. He stood under a silver-clad spruce tree by the side of the road, grabbed his collar and lowered his head to take a breath.

At that time, his heart was hurting, he bent his waist slightly, his palms were half propped on his knees, and the collar of his slippery down jacket was wetted by the heat of his panting.

After a while, he turned his back to Song Rou and said lightly, "It's not because of Mengxiu."

Tong Yu buried half of his face in his collar, and continued: "We've known each other for so many years, if we could be together, we would have been together a long time ago."

He didn't understand why they were still talking about this.After all these years, why are they still talking about this?

Six years have passed, and 12 years have passed. He and Song Rou seem to be staying in the same place, and now they are still thinking about whether to be together.This is really unreasonable.

Twelve years is enough for some people to go through a complete tin marriage. If they could be together, they would have been together long ago.He understands the truth, why doesn't Song Rou understand?

At that time, the snow and fog on the mountain spread downward, and the flat land, shrubs, and beech trees were silently engulfed.There is a vast expanse of whiteness in the field of vision, as if about to enter the endless abyss of chaos.

Tong Yu's mood suddenly became very bad.

He thought he had already said it so many times, don't mention it again, why didn't Song Rou listen?This time I obviously wanted to come to Xianling to hide and finish the painting, and then never see Song Rou again.Why did Song Rou follow her?

Tong Yu bit his lower lip in the confusion, as he always does.Instead of blaming Song Rou for not letting go, he hated himself for being softhearted.At this time, he must give himself some immediate punishment, which he always needs to maintain balance.

Tong Yu also knew that Song Rou hated him like this.

"doing what?"

Then a cold hand reached into his collar.As soon as the phalanges were exerted, those hands lifted the chin that was tucked into the collar.His bloody, steaming lips were exposed to the freezing air.

Is Song Rou angry?

He must be angry.Tong Yu thought happily, Song Rou hated him the most, as long as he went crazy, Song Rou would definitely be angry.He squeezed his lower lip harder with his teeth because more blood would flow out.Maybe Song Rou turned around and left.

"Let go." Song Rou's tone became cold.

Tong Yu gritted her teeth, shaking her head to break free from his grasp.

Song Rou directly stretched out her fingers to pry his teeth.The index finger forcibly penetrated between the upper tooth line and the lower lip, and Tong Yu felt a surge of fresh blood gushing in his mouth again.

He bit Song Rou.

Tong Yu let go of his teeth, and pushed Song Rou away abruptly, only to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

Song Rou heard a muffled sound, and Tong Yu's forehead just hit the bag containing the wine bottle.

Song Rou couldn't help but froze for a moment at that voice, as if her left chest was hit by some heavy object, she groaned.Trembling all over, he went to pick up Tong Yu from the ground, the man was still groaning with his eyes closed, the pain couldn't be relieved.

Until Tong Yu felt that the hands holding his head were shaking all the time, which gave him a headache.

"Why are you shaking?" Tong Yu said weakly, there were mottled blood on his bitten lips. "I'm fine."

Song Rou's eyes turned red, and she silently pressed her into her arms.

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