I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

Zhuang Wenyao didn't have time to put on his hat, no matter the snow covered the ground, his feet were slippery, or the cold wind was like a knife cutting his face, he just ran, ran, and ran from Mingde Building at the east end of Duxing Road. Arriving at the boy's apartment in Xitou, under the streetlight at the entrance of the dormitory, he saw Lu Zhiheng's back.

A warm yellow cone projected by the sodium lamp gently wrapped the lonely boy, and at the same time illuminated the snowflakes dancing around him, which fell to his feet and kissed his feet.

Lu Zhiheng was still wearing the clothes he wore during the day, but there was a pure white woolen scarf around his neck, which gave him the warmth of winter.He stood quietly under the street lamp, pacing around the lamp post alone.When someone passed by, he raised his head and smiled with his eyes to say hello.

Perhaps it was because the snow fell too hard, or maybe it was because of the long waiting time, a thin unmelted snow had accumulated on Lu Zhiheng's hair and shoulders, and when he turned around, even his eyelashes were gleaming white, Beautiful frozen people.

Zhuang Wenyao was stunned for a moment, sniffed, and flew towards him, grabbed his shoulders and rubbed him in his arms: "Are you looking for me?"

Lu Zhiheng gave an "um" with a smile in his voice.

Zhuang Wenyao raised his hand to brush the snow off his head and shoulders, but at this time the snow flakes were falling more densely, and before he could wipe it off, new snow fell on it.Even Zhuang Wenyao himself, because he stopped suddenly from running at a high speed, is suffering now, with snow falling all over his head.

He sighed, and kept tightening his arms, trying to make the body temperature warm him through the thick clothes: "Why don't you go up? It's so cold outside."

The distance was too close, Lu Zhiheng's voice seemed to come from beside his ears: "The lights in your dormitory are dark, I want to be here so I can wait for you sooner."

Zhuang Wenyao suddenly lost his voice, which was rare, and silently lowered his eyes, staring at his eyebrows exposed outside the mask, and the arms around him relaxed a bit.

In the silence, Lu Zhiheng heard the other person's heavy panting, and bent down to break free from his embrace: Zhuang Wenyao had obviously just gone through a strenuous exercise, and he didn't wear a mask or scarf. red.

Lu Zhiheng smiled, took off the scarf and wrapped it around his neck twice, one circle around his exposed neck skin, and one circle around his lower face.

The scarf carries his temperature and his smell.Zhuang Wenyao said in a daze, "I'm not cold."

"Oh, it's not cold." Lu Zhiheng frowned, and gently scratched the tip of his nose with his fingers, "It's not Christmas yet, and Rudolph the Red Nose came into the city with a sleigh?"

"Pfft..." Zhuang Wenyao couldn't help laughing, "You're not afraid of rubbing my nose."

Lu Zhiheng smiled and said: "If I get caught up, I don't want it."

"Just kidding..." Zhuang Wenyao smirked for a while, then suddenly realized something, "By the way, why did you come to see me?"

It was getting late, and the students returned to the dormitory one after another, and acquaintances kept passing by.

Zhuang Wenyao asked: "Are you cold?"

Lu Zhiheng shook his head: "I'm not afraid of the cold."

Zhuang Wenyao: "Then why don't we go to the Outer Ring Road and enjoy the snow?"

Lu Zhiheng laughed: "Okay."

Outer Ring Road is the road behind the boys' dormitory, which circles the campus for a week.Zhuang Wenyao and his flight class pass by here every day, but it's just an ordinary asphalt road lined with street trees.But it remains the same on weekdays, and now it is decorated with white snow, and it also has a kind of eye-catching beauty.

The snow on the ground hadn't had time to be cleaned, and the snow kept its cleanest and purest appearance. Then, two boys stepped on it side by side, leaving two strings of footprints leaning on each other.

No wonder lovers always meet on the snowy day holding hands on the road. Seeing this pure white and flawless snow really makes me feel happy and happy, and it is indeed very romantic.

Zhuang Wenyao thought about it, then turned his head and asked Lu Zhiheng: "What's the matter, telling you to look for me everywhere?"

"You also know that I'm looking for you?" Lu Zhiheng pretended to be wronged and complained, "So where did you go?"

Although he could tell that he was joking, Zhuang Wenyao was still inexplicably soft-hearted and guilty: "Tonight there is a rehearsal for the Model United Nations Competition in the school auditorium, and I'm going to be a relative and friend group for my cousin..."

Lu Zhiheng nodded thoughtfully: "So there is a rehearsal today."

"Don't you know?" Zhuang Wenyao was a little surprised, "Sister Xi Yue didn't tell you?"

Lu Zhiheng shook his head: "As I said, we have no private contacts except for the affairs of the student union. Moreover, the activities of the MUN are not within the scope of my responsibility."

The words are so absolute, it seems to be true.Zhuang Wenyao thought, seeing them having dinner together at the beginning of school, and thinking that the two had a close relationship, how silly.

Lu Zhiheng continued: "However, I don't know when the rehearsal will be. I will definitely go to the official rehearsal. The press team will follow the event. How are they preparing?"

"It's great!" This topic brought back Zhuang Wenyao's fresh and warm memories of the scene, and excitedly described the famous scene at that time.

"You said that they are all of the same age, why are they so powerful, they can speak English calmly in such occasions, and can also fight with people with quick thinking. I am just like this, I can't understand what they say... "

Zhuang Wenyao, who has just turned 16, has the stubborn self-esteem of a boy, and never shows no self-confidence in front of others.But now he really feels that he is not good (English), and he said it without any scruples.

"Hard work and accumulation since childhood." Lu Zhiheng said, "If years of hard work can't get you this moment that everyone is looking forward to, then this hard work is nothing more than that."

The national representatives who talked eloquently at the Model United Nations Conference may have been exposed to English since they were very young, and have been learning and exercising day after day until today; most of the performers who shine on the stage during cultural performances, playing or dancing Tongzigong; the MVP of the All-Star Game, or the medal winner of the sports meeting, how much time and sweat have been put behind it; the "stars" and "champions" on the wall of honor, the joints holding the pen are deformed and callused.

When others are playing around crazy on weekends and holidays, they tearfully brush up questions, learn English, and practice basic skills.Perhaps as they grow up, they will find that the ultimate goal of this extraordinary effort is not for those shining moments that are sought after by thousands of people, but to make themselves a person with a fuller soul.But after reaching a certain height through unremitting efforts, the glory that is only added value is also a matter of course and something that can be obtained at your fingertips.

"Hmm..." Zhuang Wenyao was a little frustrated, and the corners of his mouth drooped when he was buried in the scarf, "Did someone like me live for 16 years in vain? I never worked hard..."

"Who said that?" Lu Zhiheng looked at him and smiled, his eyes filled with clear and soft light, "You can stand here, appear on the wall of honor, and let others know your name without introducing yourself. How can this be called a white job?"

What he said coincided with Zhuang Wenyao's ambition and original intention when he first started school.

After hearing this, Zhuang Wenyao was stunned for a moment, and then smiled in relief.

It was like a gust of wind, soundless and invisible, but it instantly blew away the slight sense of inferiority that enveloped his heart.

"So," he asked with a smile, "what do you want from me?"

Lu Zhiheng took out a white envelope from the inside pocket of his coat and handed it to him.

Zhuang Wenyao took it subconsciously, wondering: "What is this?"

"Birthday gift." Lu Zhiheng smiled, "Happy birthday!"

"?!" Zhuang Wenyao's pupils shrank, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, his voice trembling, "You know?"

Lu Zhiheng smiled lightly and nodded: "Yes."

"Hey, thank you!" The shock and disbelief were quickly swept away by ecstasy, Zhuang Wenyao didn't bother to ask him how he knew, it was boring, and excitedly opened the envelope, "Let me see..."

"Wait!" Lu Zhiheng stopped him, frowning unnaturally, "Go back and open it."

Because of the mask, the expression is covered, but the emotions are all written in the eyes.Those flickering eyes and fluttering eyelids seemed to be... shy?

"So mysterious? Well, then go back and read it again." Zhuang Wenyao carefully put away the envelope, and approached him with a smirk, "What are you afraid of? It can't be a love letter, right?"

Lu Zhiheng was slightly startled, and smiled lightly: "You hope it's a love letter?"

"No, I'm just kidding!" Zhuang Wenyao quickly shook his head, "I'm straight, even straight!"

Lu Zhiheng smiled: "It's moving in a straight line at a uniform speed, right? Do you want me to give you a centripetal force?"

Zhuang Wenyao laughed heartily: "You want to break me?! You bad guy..." Bending down, grabbed a handful of snow, and threw it on him.

The snow ball was not firmed up, and I didn't feel it when it hit my body. It was loosely broken into a piece of white sand, leaving an obvious mark on the black coat.

Lu Zhiheng was aroused by his actions, so he also bent down to pick up the snow.

The two of you come and go, and the snowball attack goes straight to greet each other, to see whose black clothes will turn white first.

Tired of playing, he slumped on the curb and didn't even need his pants.

"Huh..." Zhuang Wenyao exhaled hot air, feeling that the scarf on his face was a bit damp, "Hey, something might really be stuck to your scarf, I'll return it to you after I go back and wash it off!"

Lu Zhiheng was also a little breathless: "You don't have to pay me back."

"You really dislike me?" Zhuang Wenyao looked at him sideways, "It's just the vapor from breathing, not snot."

"That's not what I meant." Lu Zhiheng said, "If you like it, you can keep it. I have another one that is exactly the same."

"It's the same..." Zhuang Wenyao's heart felt a little loose for some reason, but he still said, "We usually wear uniforms in the airline flight, and it's too strange to wear a scarf."

"Keep it," Lu Zhiheng said, "Wear it when there is a chance."

Zhuang Wenyao didn't refuse any more, and grinned, "Thank you then."

Lu Zhiheng looked at his face, dazed, and said "I'm sorry" softly.

"Ah?" Zhuang Wenyao was stunned, "What do you mean, why do you have to apologize?"

Lu Zhiheng smiled and said: "Today you are the birthday star, you are the oldest, but I still let you accommodate me, it really shouldn't be."

"Huh?" Zhuang Wenyao didn't react, "When did you let me accommodate you?"

Lu Zhiheng: "During lunch. If there were coriander in the hot pot, your birthday would be perfect. I shouldn't have asked you willfully today, but I would die if I ate coriander..."

Zhuang Wenyao laughed loudly: "No... I just invited you to dinner, of course I have to accommodate you! Besides, I suddenly discovered that coriander doesn't seem to be anything special, and hot pot without coriander is still very delicious! This birthday is already very delicious. Perfect! Hahahaha..."

Lu Zhiheng pursed his lips and smiled: "What are you laughing at?"

Zhuang Wenyao laughed so hard that tears came out: "Laugh at the expression on your face when you heard that I wanted to order coriander, and you looked unlovable, hahahahaha..."

Lu Zhiheng covered his eyes: "No way, it's a genetic defect."

"It's okay," Zhuang Wenyao finally laughed enough, and said seriously, "I won't forget it in the future!"

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