white feathers upstairs

Sean said, "Let's move on."

Gu Yuhan raised his glass and lifted his spirits: "Come on, let's celebrate my return to being single, long live freedom."

Sean inexplicably felt that he was childish, but he raised his glass and touched it lightly, taking a sip of the juice.

Gu Yuhan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and felt that this man was drinking elegantly, completely different from the "upstarts" rich young men he usually came into contact with.

"Sean, what is your Chinese name? We are so familiar, you should tell me?" Gu Yuhan asked curiously.

"There is no Chinese name." Sean said flatly.

"Nonsense, aren't you from ZG?"

"I am a citizen of country Z."

Gu Yuhan's eyes widened: "Are you Chinese of Z nationality?"

Sean nodded: "Otherwise how would I get into NADAS?"

"Oh, that should also have a Chinese name, didn't you sign it at the temple that day?"

Unexpectedly, Sean steadily said an answer that made Gu Yuhan dumbfounded: "I signed your name."

Gu Yuhan: "..."

No wonder you don't let me see...

After eating sullenly, Gu Yuhan said, "Sean, thank you for eating with me today."

"What's there to thank for that?"

Sean is always able to chat to death, leaving Gu Shao, who is constantly talking, not knowing where to pick up.

This meal was paid by Gu Yuhan. Originally, Sean wanted to pay, but Gu Shao didn't want to owe him so much favor. In order to show his masculinity, he generously gave the money. Sean didn't have the habit of hypocrisy, so he didn't publish it. any comments.

……

Two days later, Gu Yuhan boarded the plane to Norway alone, preparing to go skiing, first to heal his "wounded heart", and second, to go out to avoid the limelight, so that Mr. Gu would scold him "shame!" when he had nothing to do.

Gu Yuhan loves flying in wing suits, and Shen Xintong gave him a set of expensive equipment for his birthday, but now that things have changed, he doesn't know how to use that set of equipment anymore.

I fell asleep on the plane and woke up in Norway.

The scenery of the fjords there is really beautiful and fascinating.

Gu Yuhan did not go to the famous Austin, but chose a natural ski resort.

Probably here, you can feel the beauty of nature and stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world, although it is a bit dangerous.

Gu Yuhan usually uses skis more often, but this time he changed to a single board, and he groped up to the high ground alone in full armor.

White snow, white and soft snow covered the earth, blurring the sky, the sky is still covered with fine snow, crystal clear, each piece is so holy, even a layer of fine snow fell on the branches in the distance, emerald green and white set off each other , too beautiful to behold.

Gu Yuhan put on the snow goggles, stretched his joints, and then started to slide. His balance is very good, and there is no difficulty in sliding from the mountainside to the foothills. Even with a single board, he can easily avoid obstacles and do a job with ease.

After skating several times back and forth at the ski resort, Gu Yuhan almost lost his way, so Gu Yuhan went to the bathroom to go to the toilet and went back to continue.

It was already evening at this time, and skiing was a high-risk sport, people with normal minds left one after another, and no one dared to take their lives as a joke, but Gu Yuhan still wanted to do it a few more times.

The thrill and quickness of sprinting all the way from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain made him addicted to it, and his troubles seemed to be left behind.

After nightfall in winter, Norway is bitterly cold, and the exhaled breath is white visible to the naked eye.

Even wearing gloves would freeze, Gu Yuhan didn't care so much and sprinted all the way down.

At this time, the snow under his feet suddenly shook violently, Gu Yuhan's body also staggered, and his heart was suddenly cold: No!

When he looked back, he was frightened out of his wits—he saw thousands of hectares of snow erupted on the top of the mountain, and the white expanse fell down like an overwhelming sea, as if several loud noises came from the sky, resounding through the sky.

Huge snow blocks fell down without warning, rolling down, covering the sky and covering the sky, leaving only white, the paleness of death, in the whole world.

In an instant, Gu Yuhan quickly changed direction to avoid the avalanche. He panicked and ran amok on the ski resort, not knowing where to go.

But no matter how big he is, he can't beat the mountain rolling stone.

"Ah—" Misfortunes never come singly, Gu Yuhan tripped over a black spherical object under his feet, and before he could get up in time, the overwhelming snow covered him up.

Everything happened too suddenly, and his consciousness gradually lost, what Gu Yuhan thought in his heart was why he was so unlucky, even if he was broken up or cheated, Xue Beng could meet him!

Gu Yuhan struggled to get out, but it was too heavy, not to mention the biting cold, after an unknown period of time, he felt that his limbs no longer existed, and he didn't know where his consciousness had drifted...

In a daze, he felt that the gravity on his body had been reduced by half, and he could smell fresh air again at the tip of his nose, but he still couldn't feel the existence of his limbs.

The consciousness is very vague, and the memories of childhood have somehow surfaced...

Gu Yuhan was six years old that year, and other people's children were still ignorant and ignorant, but he was already the "devil king" in his family, mischievous and mischievous.

On his birthday that day, his parents set up a few big tables for a banquet, and prepared his favorite mango pudding. He, Bai Jinhao and Ji Xiaoyang each took a pudding and ran to the bottom of the big tree to eat.

Gu Yuhan's eyes were sharp, and when he caught a glimpse of someone behind the big tree, he tiptoed over to look, only to see a little boy with a blue nose and a swollen face, as big as him, but not as tall as him.

The little boy's red and swollen cheeks were still stained with wet tears, his mouth was tightly closed, he didn't speak, his eyes were dimmed, and he looked pitiful because he had been severely beaten.

Over there, Bai Jinhao and Ji Xiaoyang quarreled over the pudding, but Gu Yuhan stuffed his own pudding into the little boy's hands.

His little hands were also red and swollen. The six-year-old "devil king" Gu Yuhan was sad for some reason and wanted to care about this poor little man.

"This is for you, you can eat."

The little boy stared at the pudding in his hand with teary eyes, but did not speak.

Gu Yuhan took it for granted that he was dumb, otherwise he wouldn't be bullied like this, like a wandering beggar.

"You eat, I'm leaving."

……

"Gu Yuhan, Gu Yuhan—"

"Wake up."

"Gu Yuhan—"

The frozen consciousness was pulled back to reality as the memories ended, and a cold and deep voice sounded above his head, mixed with three points of anxiety.

"Wake up, Gu Yuhan—" Sean kept patting his frozen face and shaking his body.

It's four o'clock in the morning, the sun is still below the horizon, and the temperature is frighteningly low.

Gu Yuhan finally opened his heavy eyelids, as if he had exhausted all his strength: "Sean, you are here..."

In fact, what he wanted to say was: Why are you here.

Sean hugged his upper body, his voice was as dull as usual, but he breathed a sigh of relief: "Are you okay?"

"It's... cold."

"You were buried in the snow for hours."

"Where is this?"

"I am not sure as well."

"Then how did you get here?"

"I came here to do a temperature control experiment. I buried a few sensors. They disappeared after the avalanche, and then I saw your snowboard."

Those few black spherical unknown objects flashed in Gu Yuhan's dull mind...

"cold……"

Sean hugged him tighter, the scent of his perfume enveloping him, awakening his dull thinking.

"Didn't you let me touch you?"

This soul questioning only got Sean a faint sentence: "Extreme times."

Gu Yuhan wanted to laugh, but his face was frozen and it was difficult to speak: "Don't settle accounts after Qiuhou."