Chapter 287 (2/2)
He just remembered that the fat boy was a very Southern man. He was curious and yearning for snow, a matter only existed in legend.
Originally, chubby thought that after arriving in Kyoto, he could have a chance to look at the snow scenery in the north, but he didn't expect that this year, God was not in a good mood. Until now, Kyoto has not yet come a snow storm.
But according to the weather forecast, the snowfall will be in Kyoto today.
Although weather forecast is as unreliable as cheno, the fat man still keeps his last hope and waits quietly and devoutly.
”The weather forecast must be accurate this time!” The fat man whispered to himself.
To be honest, as a northerner, Cheng no knows the mood of the fat man at this time. He glanced out of the window and saw the data flow.
Air quality 15, temperature - 5 ℃, UV index 3, air humidity 100%
”Don't worry, it will snow today,” said ChengCheng Nuo is more than two o'clock in the afternoon. He is not in a hurry. He is packing up in the dormitory while waiting for the snow with the little fat man.
”It's snowing!”
Suddenly, a surprise roar came from the dormitory downstairs.
Then, the whole dormitory building a Deng Deng Deng, gradually boiling.
The little fat man also wheezed and disappeared from the dormitory.
Cheng Nuo ran to the balcony and opened the window. A chill came to his face. Look up, the sky is bright and dark, goose feather like snowflakes. The ground was covered in silver.
All the people from the south are falling in love with each other.
The little fat man mixed in the crowd, running excitedly, laughing like a fat man with more than 200 Jin. Er No, he is a fat man with more than 200 Jin.
Snow is the light of life and the fire of desire of southerners.
On snowy days, southerners look at snow and northerners look at southerners.
The snow outside is getting heavier and heavier, and soon it is piled up to a thickness of one or two centimeters and crunching on it.
Cheng Nuo went downstairs and saw the little fat man running upstairs in a hurry. Cheng Nuo grabbed him, ”where are you going, fat man?”
”It's snowing so hard. I'll go upstairs and get my umbrella.” The little fat man said of course.
Cheng Nuo:
Your logic no problem!
After explaining for a long time, Cheng Nuo finally let the little fat man who saw snow for the first time understand that there is no need to hold an umbrella when it snows.
”Oh, Cheng Nuo, I heard that snow is edible, right?” As a Cantonese little fat man habitually asked.
Cheng Nuo nodded, ”yes, I can eat, but...”
Before Cheng Nuo finished speaking, the little fat man picked up a handful of snow on the ground. Now he pinched it in his hand, then put it into his mouth and chewed it full.
”Yes, it's a little sweet.” Said the little fat man.
”In fact, the iron railings in northern winter are also sweet.” Cheng Nuo says with a smile.
The little fat man retorted, ”I don't believe it! How can iron railings be sweet? ”
Cheng Nuo shrugged, ”don't believe you can try it?”
Right, too!
Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. The little fat man goes to the iron railing and sticks out his tongue