C24 (2/2)
The most perfect piece of music will eventually come to an end. After a long time, the song came to an end. His eyes stared straight at the faintly discernible light in the distance, his deep gaze becoming one with the light. If one looked carefully, they would see two streams of clear tears at the corners of Zhang Jun's eyes. It was unknown if they were from the wind or from secretly sobbing.
The song finally ended. In the distant horizon, patches of white fell from the sky along with the wind. They landed on Zhang Jun's body and melted in the blink of an eye. As time passed, more and more rays of white light floated down, and in an instant, the sky was covered in a vast expanse of white. Under everyone's expectation, they finally welcomed the first snowfall of this year. The snowflakes danced in the air, disturbing Zhang Jun's line of sight. Looking at the clear sky, Zhang Jun smiled to himself. ”Once, the pain has penetrated my heart. Cao Jia, will you hurt me again like she did before?” He shook his head, shook off his anxious thoughts, patted off the snow on his body, and turned to leave, leaving behind a long sigh.
At the same time, somewhere in the city. A girl dressed in purple pajamas looked very casual, but if one looked closely, they would discover that this girl was so perfect, so beautiful that it could not be found anywhere. She was just like a profound woman from the ninth heaven, ethereal and pure. At this moment, she opened the window on the balcony and stared at the falling snow in a daze. In this cold snow, those beautiful and proud flowers quietly withered, all lowered their noble heads to this harsh winter; but a single cold plum, proud of the branches, resisting the harsh winter, alone bloomed its hopeless but strong and eternal flower of love.
Inside a warm room that was filled with an aura of erosion, a pair of lovers who seemed to be very fond of each other embraced each other sincerely. The thick quilt couldn't cover up the smooth white shoulders of the lovers that were exposed. If Zhang Fei, Zhang Jun, and the others or Mu Xinyi saw this scene, they would definitely recognize that the boy that was hugging this cold and gentle girl was Zhou Xinmin. That's right, Zhou Xinmin was hugging the girl that he had met yesterday in the bar. Her surname was Hou and her name was Xin Xuan.
”Min, the snow that arrived late this year is so beautiful.” Hou Xinxuan said as she blinked her mist-like eyes at the falling snowflakes outside the window.
Zhou Xinmin lightly scratched Hou Xinxuan's exquisite nose. He stared at Hou Xinxuan and said seriously, ”Just like our love. Even though we arrived late, it still makes us a kind of beauty. As long as you are willing, I will always be by your side.”
Hou Xinxuan wrinkled her jade nose that had been lightly scratched by Zhou Xinmin. She stuck out her tongue, but she said firmly, ”I want you to accompany me for the rest of my life.”
Zhou Xinmin nodded heavily and gave Hou Xinxuan a light kiss on the forehead, giving her a silent promise.
Love, so much language is a burden.” Sometimes, an action, an expression, or even a look was enough to express everything. Perhaps, there really is such a thing as a telepathic connection in the world. If love, please love deeply, use your life to love, give him or her a truly warm embrace, safe harbor.
Hou Xinxuan understood Zhou Xinmin's actions and gaze. Her hands, which were wrapped around his waist, tightened even more, as if she would leave Zhou Xinmin if she let go of him. She stood up slightly and slowly pushed down Zhou Xinmin. As a result, a beautiful scene of spring was playing in the room …
It was a severe winter and the moon was covered in snow. The clouds covered the entire night, and the snowflakes were ten times, a hundred times stronger than in the early spring. The entire city was shrouded in a fog, and their eyes could only see a few steps ahead through the heavy snow.
Pure Snow quickly piled up a thick layer of snow on the street, covering up the city's flying tiles, the gold and jade walls, the bright fire, and the deep and shallow barricades between the bluestone roads.
As the snow began to fall, people began to sweep the streets with shovels and broom, but after sweeping it, they covered and swept it again. Gradually, the number of people willing to sweep became fewer and fewer.