C213

"Time is something that can catch people off guard. Sometimes there's wind and sometimes there's rain, so it's impossible to fight for it. Also, I'm reminiscing about the past. After stealing my black hair, I'll keep you …"

Qingge sat on the thick carpet in front of the french window, quietly listening to the slow music coming from her cell phone.

Time truly was a godly thief. Unknowingly, another year had passed, and snow began to fall outside the window. Before the new year even arrived, the first snow began to fall.

Qingge remembered the last time the snow was falling, it was with Jane Xia on the balcony, the snowflakes were falling down in a clear and beautiful way.

Clear Song opened a can of beer and put it in his mouth. He drank a few mouthfuls from time to time. The cold liquid slid down his throat, giving off a refreshing feeling.

When he finished the third jug, Qing Ge saw a tall and straight figure standing against the snow through the French window. No matter how big the snow and wind was, it couldn't cover up the gentleness in his eyes. It was as if she had sensed something, and this feeling was very strange. Without saying anything beforehand, without being earlier, and without being later, he had stepped on the snow, and she had sat down with the wine, and her gaze just happened to meet his, passing through the transparent air, through the snow that was falling tightly outside the window. Everything else seemed to have lost its color, leaving only the gentleness in his eyes, and then she smiled inwardly.

There were many coincidences in this world, that could happen anywhere at any time. However, without a single glance, or even a single movement, it would all be the same. If there really was a coincidence, then that was because of a tacit understanding between the two of them. This was what people said. The two people who loved each other would unknowingly become more and more similar to each other.

Qingge put down the beer can in her hand and put on a red woolen coat over her fur dress. She didn't even have an umbrella to support her as she walked out of the main building.

The huge fountain in front of the main building was already covered in a thin layer of ice. Crystal clear ice floated on top of it, reflecting the light of the setting sun.

Clear Song trod on the snow, trotted, and threw himself into Jane Xia's arms. No matter how far she pounced, he was always able to catch her accurately.

The weather was very cold already. Qing Ge let out a light breath, and a layer of water vapor would condense in the air. She raised her head and said to Jian Xia, "Today is the beginning of snow. Let's go out and play a bit, okay?"

Jian Xia knew that at the end of the snow was the time for him to say goodbye to Qing Ge. However, he didn't mention it. He didn't only understand, he also understood in his heart.

Jane Xia reached out her hand from her coat and took Qinghong's hand. She nodded and said, "Alright, let's go for a walk."

"..."

There were almost no pedestrians on the road. Occasionally, there would be a few who wished they could hurry back to the warm house. Clear Song and Jane Xia walked along a sidewalk under a streetlight.

Qing Ge was like a naughty child. She walked in front of Jian Xia, her long black hair fluttering in the wind. She ran and stopped as if she had never seen snow before. She was extremely happy.

Qing Ge was the only one with a red coat. From a distance, he looked like he was clashing against the white snow. He looked like a ball of red flames, making people feel warm just by looking at him.

Clear Song ran for a while and suddenly stopped. She stood sideways, the red coat making her palm-sized face even whiter and more exquisite, like white porcelain. Her long black hair was spread out, swaying in the wind like a black flower.

The smile was so sweet that it almost melted one's heart. Her long eyelashes were soaked by the melted snow, making her look even more attractive. Her pair of autumn watery eyes shone with a dazzling light, staring unblinkingly at Jian Xia who was slowly walking towards her.

Qingge suddenly squatted down and quickly picked up a pile of snow, piling it into a small snowball and threw it at Jian Xia. The snowball hit her chest and instantly melted.

Qing Ge's eyes were full of smiles, as if she was very satisfied with her masterpiece. She tilted her head, and her fair and white slender hands made a heart gesture in the air. Her sweet voice was carried by the wind to Jian Xia's ears, she said, "I love you."

Jian Xia instantly smiled. His smile seemed to have the effect of healing people's hearts. Although it was just a faint smile, it was extremely gentle. To use a simple phrase to describe it, it was "stunning the passing of time, as if it had gentled the passing of time".

Jane Xia stood in the distance and waved at Qing Ge, "Come here."

"Don't think that you can throw a snowball at me, and say that you love me again, and I will forgive you."

Qingge blinked and said, "You won't forgive me? "Then I'll …" Before he could finish his sentence, Qingge threw a snowball she was holding in her hand onto that flawless face of Jane Xia.

In the next second, Qing Ge got rid of Jian Xia's hand and ran a few steps back. As he ran, he turned his head and laughed, "Hahahaha, I made you not forgive me, now it's not only the clothes. How about it? Did the snow taste good? Does it smell? "Hmm?"

Jian Xia patted the snow on her face. Her eyes were filled with happiness, but she still pretended to be angry. "Good! You're too gutsy. How dare you sneak attack me. I'll teach you a lesson."

After saying that, Jane Xia quickly squatted down, rubbed a big snowball on the ground, and chased after Qing Ge to throw her.

Qing Ge laughed as he ran, "Stingy bastard, what's wrong with throwing you aside?"

The two of them had been chasing and throwing snowballs for a long time, just like two children who hadn't grown up yet. They were having a lot of fun on a deserted road.

When he was tired of playing, Qingge stopped running and found a clean patch of snow. She pulled Jian Xia down and lay down, afraid that Qingge would freeze, so she moved Qingge's head onto his body. Above their heads was a sky full of snow, and as the sun was setting, everything was incredibly beautiful.

Clear Song laid her head on top of Jian Xia's body and let out a sigh of relief. The tip of her nose was surrounded by the refreshing fragrance of Jian Xia's body, and her gaze was filled with the fluttering of white snow.

Qingge smiled and said, "I really like the snow."

Jane Xia played with her hair and said, "I also like the snow."

Qing Ge suddenly turned around and looked at Jian Xia. "Can we still watch the snow next year?" Hmm, that's not right. It's us watching the snow every year, okay? "

Jane Xia reached out her hand to hold Qingge's hand and solemnly nodded. "Ok."