The phone hung up, Zong Que glanced at the phone and put it away, and gently let out a breath of white breath and walked towards the dormitory.

Scattered snowflakes fell with the cold wind and passed by Zongque's eyes. When they looked up, they were already fluttering in an instant.

The snow came suddenly that day, and everything I saw was covered with pure white color overnight.

Some people shovel the roads in the snow, some people play, and some people kick the trees like badly, causing the snow hanging on it to suddenly fall, causing people to chase and fight.

"It's snowing, some of the young couples have fun." The boy in a white coat walked to the window and looked at the person who was also standing there holding hot water and said, "What's wrong? Do you want to have a sweet love?"

The heat in the cup was swaying, and there was a fog on the window.

"Thinking." Zongque said.

"What else do you think about? Love is like a thing that gets hot. When you think of the result, you will chase it. It will be snatched away by someone else." The boy pressed his arm with his elbow and asked, "Hey, who has caught the eye of our genius?"

"It's too irresponsible to get my brain hot." Zong Que said.

"I'll go, love is an emotional matter. Although dopamine is secreted, you don't see anyone secreting it, right?" said the boy. "You really have to think rationally. No one in the world needs to fall in love."

Zongque looked at him, and the boy pointed his heart and said, "Who do you really like? You have to ask here. You can't ask above, that piece will only tell you that you are suitable for a lonely life."

"Don't think about it, who do you like? You only have the right conditions." The boy said, "If you don't dare to confess, I'll help you with the help."

"No need." Zongque took a sip of the warm water that was almost replenished, and looked at the white lane driving in the distance, "I'll go back first."

"Hey, who do you like? Satisfy my curiosity." The boy called his back, and the other party left without looking back. He looked out the window and looked at the couple who were still playing, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, sweet, it makes people want to fall in love."

No wonder the wood wants to bloom.

...

The coldest time the ice and snow melted. Even though Xiangle was ready, he shivered when he got off the bus and waved to the young man walking out of the gate of the institute.

The figure who came out looked for a little, and when he saw this, he calmed down and walked over, stepping into the place full of sunshine from the shadows on the floor.

Xiangle hasn't seen him for a long time. In the snow-covered world, the young man's figure is particularly clear. As he approaches, Xiangle raised his head slightly and found that he seems to have grown taller again, and his eyebrows and eyes have grown a little.

The eyebrows were pitch black and the sword eyebrows were slightly thin. The snow light reflected a little cold halo under the calm eyes, but when people approached, they were warm with the body temperature, familiar and unfamiliar.

Xiangle's heart beat slightly, and before she could find that feeling, she looked at the young man in front of her and smiled: "It seems that he has grown a little taller again."

"Well, three centimeters, I'll put something." Zongque walked towards the back car and said, "You get in the car first."

"Okay." Xiang Le smiled.

The air conditioner on the car was on, Zongque got on the co-pilot, and his coldness slowly dissipated.

"This year is over?" Xiangle looked at the human who unbuttoned his coat and placed it in the back seat.

In his memory, the other party always looked a little thin, but at some point, it seemed that he had already had the capital and outline of an adult, which made him wonder if they were a little too busy?

"Yes, you can rest until March next year." Zongque put his seat belt on.

"Do you want to go skiing in winter?" Xiangle started the car and suggested. The car turned, and he smiled and said, "Forget it, I'll take you to dinner first, and where to go to play later."

"Okay." Zongque said.

...

Since they moved to the villa, they did not move any further. The streets here were shoveled clean in winter, but the snow in each house was still there. The snow covered the original red tiles, and occasionally some corners were exposed, which looked extremely beautiful in the morning sun.

In winter, many trees have only branches left, and there are many sparrows squatting on them, and the chirping adds some vitality to winter.

Zongque ran past the road and stopped at the door of his house with the occasional fluttering sound rising from the ground.

When the door opened, the smell of food came from inside. The people in the kitchen seemed to hear the movement. They looked out and smiled and said, "You wash your hands first, and you'll be fine for dinner."

"Okay." Zongque entered the bathroom, washed his hands and went into the kitchen to serve the dishes.

The breakfast was very rich, including porridge, steamed buns, eggs, and one meat and two vegetables.

Zongque sat down, Xiangle unbuttoned his apron and sat opposite him and smiled: "This is the dish we stole during our last trip. Let's try it and see how it tastes."

Zongque picked up the chopsticks and tasted them, "It's delicious."

I have learned the essence and it is more suitable for their taste.

"It's delicious." Xiangle picked up his chopsticks and smiled, "Eat more."

"Yes." Zongque replied.

He has been adjusting his condition these days when he returned home, and the other party has not gone out much, but has been cleaning and studying cooking at home, just like it was a long time ago.

But in fact, there are still subtle differences, proving that they can never go back to the past.

"Is there any business matters recently?" Zong Que asked.

"Well, I've been busy signing contracts and broadening channels before, and now it's over." Xiang Le took a deep breath, rubbed his shoulders and said, "I want to have a good rest too. You're also on holiday, so let's see where to go."

"Okay." Zongque said.

After breakfast, the TV was on, Zongque swept the floor, and Xiangle sat in front of the TV and began to study the recipes for lunch after cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen.

"Qe Bao, what do you want to eat at noon?" Xiang Le asked.

"You watch it," said Zongque.

The free time at home always passes quickly, but it’s just that after eating, taking a shower and cleaning up, it’s already nine o’clock. With the time to go out to buy vegetables, I’ll make a little complicated lunch, and it’s time to lunch at noon.

Three meals a day are the most ordinary and down-to-earth life.

"It's a little slow to make Buddha jump over the wall. I'll buy some lobsters and I'll make spicy crayfish at noon." Xiangle wrote what he wanted to buy in his book, "Hairy crabs, crabs don't seem to be too fat in winter, make a shrimp lotus box..."

After studying for a while, the two of them went out to buy vegetables together. Although it was cold in winter, the crabs in the aquatic products were unexpectedly fat.

"I just shipped it this morning and it's definitely delicious." The boss enthusiastically recommended it.

Xiangle also gave full preparations for her face, and she didn't even cut the price.

His craftsmanship is really good. The crayfish and fat crabs that were originally scattered into food on the table at noon.

"I bought more this time, and I still have some left. I will make it for you tomorrow at noon." Xiangle cleaned up the table after dinner.

"I can't finish it in two days." Zongque put the dishes in the kitchen. Although it was indeed good, he bought a lot of them.

"Then I'll buy some more and send some to my mother." Xiangle thought.

"Yes." Zongque glanced at him and said, "You go first."

"Okay...No, I'll go take a shower first, it smells good." Xiangle entered the bathroom, took out the internet bag, changed into his shoes, went out, "I'll be back soon."

"Okay." Zongque replied.

Zongque cleaned up his home, sorted and sent the garbage out of the house, then opened the ventilation system and windows in all directions to ventilate, and then replaced the sofa cushions and put them into the washing machine.

Because I wiped the furniture again and dragged it across the floor, the smell spread quickly. In the evening, when the cushion cloth was dryed and I took a shower, there was only a faint fragrance left at home.

1314 I just think it’s really not easy to eat when I’m obsessed with cleanliness.

The doors and windows are closed everywhere. The sky outside is already a little dark, so it is not advisable to eat too late for dinner, so it should be prepared in advance, but it is greasy for lunch and lighter for dinner.

Zongque dialed out the phone when he walked towards the vegetable basket. Once it rang, he didn't answer. He put away his phone, selected some vegetables and started preparing supper.

As soon as the dishes were cut, the porridge in the pot was gushing gently with low heat. Zongque sat on the sofa and turned on his phone, but the other party still didn't come back.

I carried something over, maybe I was kept for talking, and it was normal for this spot to be left for supper.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the news was played. Zong Que fried a dish and sealed the others into the refrigerator. After he had his own supper, he should have cleaned up and the prime time had already been connected.

Although there are few TV stations, the quality of the drama is very good. The TV at home has been replaced by color TV, and this TV series is also loved to follow.

Zongque thought about it and broadcast another phone call, but it was still not answered.

Could something be wrong?

But if Xiang Jie is present in visiting this kind of thing, it shouldn't have happened at this time.

[Where?]

The text message was sent. When Zongque picked up his coat and was about to go out, he heard the sound of the car outside stopping.

The footsteps were rushing, the door opened from outside, and the young man came in with something in his arms, and asked in surprise when he saw the coat he was carrying, "Do you have something urgent to go out?!"

"You haven't answered the phone." Zong Que looked at the thing he was carrying, his eyes slightly converging.

"Always on the road." Xiang Le took the door with a relaxed breath, showed the cake box and said with a smile, "Happy birthday, Que Bao."

There was a ribbon tied on the box, which looked big and beautiful. Zong Que looked at the smile on his face and said without looking, "Thank you."

"Hmm? Do you don't like cakes?" Xiangle didn't see the surprise in his face.

"Have you had dinner?" Zongque hung up his coat again and put down the things in the middle of the coffee table.

"I ate a few bites in a vague way and waited to eat your birthday cake tonight." Xiangle put the cake on it and looked at the youth's expression and said, "Are you really angry? Don't be angry, this is not to surprise you."

"No." Zongque sat on the sofa and unbuttoned the cake.

The six-inch cake was exposed. Although it was not big, it was covered with flowers and a small man was placed on it, writing in jam to wish him a happy 18th birthday.

"The cake has been ordered long ago. I was afraid that it would deform too quickly, so it opened a little slower." Xiangle took off his coat and sat next to him and said, "I am eighteen years old, so I have to put eighteen candles."

"Yes." Zongque replied.

Xiangle inserted the candles one by one, counted the quantity and said with a smile: "I originally thought I would just make a big meal for you at night, but you eat less at night, so it's better to make it at noon. I tried my best to hide it. Why aren't you surprised?"
To be continued...