Winter in Liaocheng is no different from that in many northern cities.
There is a lot of snow on the square and wide streets, and most pedestrians wear thick down jackets. Perhaps the most fancy combinations are woolen hats and scarves to keep out the cold.
Compared with the cold weather outside, a house with heating or floor heating often makes people feel more comfortable.
As soon as Huo Yan left, Wen Jue could finally sit on the edge of the sofa without being so upright. The elegant and elegant model daughter-in-law suddenly transformed back into the charming little fairy.
She took off her fluffy white cotton socks, and her long skirt quietly spread past the top of her knees at some point, revealing her fair and smooth skin.
Two mutton-fat jade-like calves were thrust straight into Gu Yun's arms, rubbing against each other.
"Do you miss me?"
The girl's sparkling eyes seemed to be filled with the most beautiful snow scene in winter.
"Yes, of course I do. Every cell in my body is thinking of you."
Gu Yun moved forward, pinched Wen Jue's restless ankle, and lingered on the edge of the blue blood vessels near the arch of her foot.
"Everyone turns white in winter, how can you get a tan?"
Wen Jue chuckled, and a flower seemed to bloom on her cheeks. She stretched out her hand to hold Gu Yun's chin, her eyes full of love.
"I'll try to tan a little bit, so that when we stand together, people can see that your skin is fair and good, right?"
Gu Yun followed the girl's palm and moved closer, meeting Wen Jue's eyes.
"That's true."
Wen Jue nodded.
"Let's go and show you my bedroom."
Gu Yun put an arm through Wen Jue's armpit, wrapped it around her fragrant and jade-like body, and hugged her up.
"OK."
...
"Hubby~ You were too cute when you were a kid, weren't you?"
After some tenderness, Wen Jue nestled against Gu Yun's chest, and her long brown hair was untied and scattered freely on both sides of the man's abdomen.
The girl who set foot in Northern Xinjiang for the first time held Gu Yun's photo album in her hand, looking through Gu Yun's middle school graduation photos like a studious and inquiring child.
"No way... I was just an ordinary little boy when I was a child. I had no chance of falling in love early."
"Who said that? Look at the mole at the corner of your eye. It has been very cute since you were a child!"
Wen Jue lightly hammered the man's chest, the smile on his lips never leaving.
"If I had known you in middle school, I should have put aside my insistence on not falling in love and been with you."
"Tch, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, right?"
Gu Yun smiled and curled his lips.
"Yeah, of course."
Wen Jue put down the photo album in his hand and raised his head slightly to look at Gu Yun: "I still remember you told me before that no matter when we meet, you will run towards me without hesitation."
"Actually, at that time, I already wanted to tell you loudly that you are different from other boys in my heart."
"I love you."
Gu Yun didn't reply, but held the girl's arm tighter.
The area of skin-to-skin contact is getting larger and larger, and Gu Yun can even feel the regular beating of his lover's left atrium.
Yes, the love that women like Wen Ju long for is actually a field that many men have never ventured into.
It is the kind of love that is delicate, profound, dense, and most often occurs in a moment, and can almost be called "inspiration".
For example, the smile at the corner of her mouth, the bones of her fingers, the burning eyes when she expresses her ambition, and why she lingers in the financial world.
Her forbearance and loss of control, timidity and panic, and the gentle kiss on her forehead after she looked at him for a long time.
What Wen Jue longs for is to be seen and valued piece by piece.
She hopes that men will regard these moments as the key to unlocking her, rather than simple lines and everything in universal values.
Appearance, job, family, education, charm, or something else.
But it was so rare that she could hardly expect anyone to try to understand her soul, let alone fall in love with this broken and strangely contradictory thing.
She is so smart, she knows very well that true love is difficult.
Difficult and rare.
So when Gu Yun's key fell from the sky, she decisively grabbed the corner of his clothes.
"Shall we go skiing at Xishan Ski Resort later?"
After drawing countless circles on Gu Yun's body with the tip of his hair, Wen Jue finally seemed to remember something.
"Hey, you did a good job in your homework. Did you know that there is a ski resort in Liaocheng?"
Gu Yun smiled and rubbed Wen Jue's head.
Xishan Ski Resort, a large-scale tourism project funded and built by Paradise Group in Liaocheng last year, was finally officially put into operation this year.
"Skiing is super popular now. When I went home to celebrate the New Year, the group chatted about where to go skiing every day. I didn't expect that Xishan Ski Resort was quite famous?"
Wen Jue rolled her eyes at Gu Yun, took out her cell phone, and showed her boyfriend the group chat of her middle school classmates.
[Disco dancing is so boring. Recently, skiing videos are being promoted every day on Douyue. Is there anyone going skiing? 】
[Have you heard of the newly built Xishan Ski Resort in Liaocheng? It is said to be a 5S ski resort, no worse than the Alt Jiangjunshan Ski Resort! 】
[Real or fake? Sisters, do you want to take a shot after the new year? 】
Classmate group chats like this become lively again every winter and summer vacation.
Not only that, skiing is also one of the hottest topics among wealthy young people of all sizes.
Domestic rich second generation and Tiancai often appear in electronic music festivals in major bars and nightclubs, but this year it seems that the stage has changed and they continue to perform the same old urban plots in major domestic ski resorts.
Wherever there are people, there is a world. In the circle you are in, you will have your own contempt for what you play, and the same is true for snow circles.
What kind of music can you understand? teo, psy trance.
Which electronic music festivals do you go to?
Is it a foreign Tomorrond, Ultra, or a domestic music carnival?
Can you take a photo with a famous DJ at an electronic music festival, or even have a drink together?
The above are some of the chains of contempt for electronic voice coils, but the chain of contempt for snow coils is much more complicated than that of electronic voice coils.
The first is your skiing skills. You can pretend to understand music if you don’t understand it, but you can’t pretend to know skills.
Furthermore, where do you go skiing?
Those who ski in Switzerland look down on those who ski in Hokkaido, those who ski in Hokkaido look down on those who ski in alt, those who ski in alt look down on those who ski in Songhua Lake, Chongli, and Changbai Mountain, and those who ski in Songhua Lake look down on those who ski in Anji, in Anji
People who ski look down on people who ski indoors...
What do you wear when you go skiing? What brand of snowboards? What brand of ski clothes? Arcteryx or Decathlon?
Who do you ski with?
An ordinary coach, an Internet celebrity in the skiing field on Xiaojushu and Doule, or a professional athlete or ski club president, or even a sports meet champion?
These differences build a pyramid-like circle from bottom to top.
