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Lin Zhao looked up through the windshield, Qingluo's night was like unspread ink, smeared indiscriminately on the sky.

Eleven o'clock at night is not too late for Qingluo, and the lights of the shops in the business district are always on.

The black car drove through the city, merging into the traffic like a fish, without being noticed by anyone.

They have not decided on their destination, but they are not people who can appear in public places. To avoid possible troubles, they can only go to remote places with few people.

But Lin Zhao still felt relaxed. Leaving the central area, the speed of the car gradually picked up. The cold wind poured in from the car window, making his ears hurt, but he didn't care.

The slightly longer forehead hair was blown away by the wind, revealing beautiful eyebrows, he tilted his head to look out the window, his eyes gathered the dots of light by the roadside.

The temperature dropped so badly at night that even Ye Tinghe was frightened by the cold. He turned his head and glanced at Lin Zhao, saw the open car window, and didn't say anything.

The car slowly stopped by the road, Ye Tinghe leaned over to the back seat of the car, took out a thick dark green scarf from a bag, wrapped it around Lin Zhao's neck, and tied it in a knot.

Lin Zhao raised his hand to touch it, and it was soft and fluffy, as if it had been woven by hand.

The car moved again.

"It's a gift from a fan." Ye Tinghe said, "It doesn't seem very good to borrow flowers to present Buddha, but she likes you better, so she probably won't mind."

Ye Tinghe didn't know when he started to be able to distinguish who liked Lin Zhao and who liked him, instead of treating them all as the former.

After avoiding places with high traffic, it seems that there are not many options available to them.

Ye Tinghe is not yet a qualified local, and can only rely on navigation to lead the way when going out.He glanced at his phone and saw that there was an ocean aquarium nearby, and a little farther away was the Firefly Theme Park. Unfortunately, it was past the opening hours, but even if you didn't pass it, you couldn't go there, you had to manually check in the tickets.

Ye Tinghe sighed: "If we keep driving, we can only go to the park in the middle of the night."

Lin Zhao was not disappointed, and asked him enthusiastically, "What's there in the park?"

"Flowers and trees, rockery pools, fountains and koi, all of these are found at home." Ye Tinghe said, "If you happen to be in love, you may also meet couples who are in love and perverts who play hooligans. I hope they don't chase stars. Oh, I heard it was released last year. A couple of automatic ice cream machines, but in the cold—”

"Then let's go to the park." Lin Zhao said cheerfully.

"It's cold, I won't buy it." Ye Tinghe tensed his cold face, and finished the rest of the sentence.

Lin Zhao: "Please."

Ye Tinghe: "..."

He was silent for a moment, and the villain in his head was clamoring, "OK! Go! Buy! Buy 100!"

But the remaining sliver of reason prevailed, and Ye Tinghe said coldly: "Impossible, unless you tell me again."

A smile floated in Lin Zhao's eyes: "Why are you so pushy?"

"It's just a piece of ice cream, how can you bend and stretch so much, brother." Ye Tinghe retorted, but the car followed the navigation to Baihua Park.

Even the Sunset Dance Troupe went home to sleep early at this point, the park was quiet, the cobblestone path under the woods was hidden in darkness, only a few unlit street lights attracted unknown bugs to slam into it.

When they passed through a long corridor, a wild cat let out a long "meow" nearby, and the surrounding was too quiet, so this sound was very sharp.

Lin Zhao seemed to be frightened, and touched Ye Tinghe's side.

Ye Tinghe glanced at Lin Zhao, and quietly grabbed his sleeve without revealing it.

He used to think that Lin Zhao didn't play those high-rated Diablo games because he prefers mildness, but now he suspects that he might just be timid and was directly persuaded by the art.

They were not familiar with this area, and after walking around for a while, they found out where the ice cream machine was. Ye Tinghe went to scan the code, and waited for the ice cream to be made.

A street lamp illuminated a small area on the ground, Lin Zhao squatted down, and saw the wild cat meowing all the way in the depths of the grass.

He didn't do anything, and the wild cat didn't pay any attention to him. It caught a big fat mouse from somewhere, and bit its head with its paws.

Lin Zhao tried to take a few steps forward, but the wild cat still didn't move.

He became bolder and reached out to touch it.

Ye Tinghe came over with the ice cream, and what he saw was that the wild cat suddenly went into a frenzy, slashing its paw towards Lin Zhao, and his heart ached.

Lin Zhao raised his hand unhurriedly, and blocked it with his sleeve. The sharp cat's claws only scratched a few threads on his cuff.

He glanced at it and sighed softly, "It's so fierce."

The wild cat didn't succeed in one blow, and didn't love to fight any more, and ran away with the mouse in its mouth.

"Not hurt?" Ye Tinghe asked.

"It's okay." Lin Zhao stood up.

"Don't you know that stray cats have the instinct to protect food?" After confirming that he was not injured, Ye Tinghe scolded others with a cold face, "If you were scratched and skinned just now, I would have to take you to get rabies vaccine in the middle of the night instead of eating here Ice cream!"

"Understood." Lin Zhao nodded and asked again, "Where's my ice cream?"

"It's gone." Ye Tinghe was so annoyed by his ignorant attitude, he held up the ice cream and took a big bite by himself.

After taking a bite, his teeth chattered from the cold, and he didn't want to show it to be seen by Lin Zhao, so his brows almost knit together.

Lin Zhao looked at him for a moment, his eyes flickered slightly, and his expression didn't look like he was angry, but rather amused.

"I made a mistake just now." He said suddenly, and took a few steps closer, "You are more aggressive."

He grabbed Ye Tinghe's wrist, raised it slightly, lowered his head and took a bite on the edge.

Ye Tinghe was stunned for a moment, and Lin Zhao let go after biting, but it seemed that his cold temperature still remained on the wrist bone.

He got up at a loss for a long time, holding up the ice cream and didn't know what to do with it.

Lin Zhao didn't realize what he had done at all, he walked forward casually, and suddenly turned back when he remembered something.

He raised an index finger and reminded: "Keep it secret, don't complain to Brother Ji, you know?"

Impossible, Ye Tinghe thought.

He took a hard bite of the ice cream crust and had already drafted a thousand-word complaint in his mind.

It snowed in the middle of the night.

Before returning to the car, Lin Zhao picked up an abandoned one-eyed bear from a chair. He took the bear by the back of the neck and brought it to the arms of a sculpture of a child reading a book at the gate of the park.

Just so it won't get wet from the snow.

After getting into the car, Lin Zhao took off his half-wet scarf, and Ye Tinghe handed him a tissue to wipe the fine snow off his body and hair.

The car windows were closed tightly, the temperature gradually rose, and a white mist was smoked on the glass.

Lin Zhao looked at the falling snow particles through the non-stop sliding wiper, and whispered, "It seems to have fallen from the stars."

Ye Tinghe also raised his head when he heard the sound, and the two of them watched the snowflakes falling down one after another, turning into tiny water droplets, sliding down, and finally being taken away by the windshield wipers.

It's a bit like the animation special effects of the game "Snow Mountain".

Ye Tinghe glanced at the time on his phone. It was early morning again. He turned his head to look at Lin's photo. He didn't seem sleepy, but he was quite energetic.

"It's so late, you're not sleepy."

"It was a bit," Lin Zhao said, "was sober from the cold."

Ye Tinghe reached out to touch the temperature of his palm, and after touching it, he realized that it didn't seem necessary, because it was as cold as usual.

He retracted his hand and said, "Go home and sleep."

When it snows, there's nowhere else to go, and there's a cat in the car who can't stay up late.

Lin Zhao didn't say anything.

Ye Tinghe had been paying attention to his expression, and said it again: "Go back to my house."

"Okay." Lin Zhao nodded this time.

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But now snow is falling from the stars. — Truman Capote, "Christmas Remembrances"