"Looking at the flying snow outside the window, I suddenly thought of the white sneakers I gave you. Are you lying alone in a dark corner, waiting for the dust of despair to annihilate it. If love can be cut, please hold it in the palm of my hand.
Paste. If love never stops, I will wave back and say goodbye to the past. If it had not snowed at that time, the love you gave would not have gone out. But your flowers have withered. On a snowy Valentine's Day..."
This is a song by an unknown singer. I don’t know if it’s because the eldest daughter of the Han family has a unique taste or because this song fits the occasion. Lin Ze heard this song with a melodious melody when he was preparing for the exam in his bedroom.
The lyrics are very quiet and warm, which is exactly in line with the heavy snow falling outside the window at this moment.
After Lin Ze finished writing a math problem, he walked to the window and drew the curtains, took a deep breath of fresh air, and said to Han Xiaoyi, who was lying on the bed with a lollipop in his mouth and reading a novel: "Hey, didn't you say you wanted to be downstairs?
Do you want to build a snowman in your garden? The snow melted a while ago. If the heavy snow tonight lasts for a few hours, we can go downstairs and build a snowman later."
"That's right." Han Xiaoyi stood on the bed and glanced out the window with her arms akimbo. Then her eyes fell on Lin Ze and said with a smile. "Damn beast, why have you suddenly become so sentimental? Could it be this?
Has the heavy snow washed your dirty soul and dirty body?"
"Sharp teeth and sharp lips." Lin Ze puffed out a puff of thick smoke and curled his lips. "As a bodyguard, it is your duty to fulfill your employer's wishes. How come it tastes so bad in your mouth?"
"Bah, only a ghost will believe you."
Han Xiaoyi is fierce and fierce, and she is still very happy in her heart.
Which girl wouldn’t want to build a snowman with a boy she likes? Especially under the continuous light snow, how romantic would it be?
No matter how delicate and rich a young lady Han Xiaoyi is, she is still a girl with all kinds of emotions and desires, and her first love is still intact. Call her fierce or tricky. Girls always like romantic and sentimental things.
of.
After Lin Ze finished writing a few obscure math problems, he put down the pen and paper, opened the curtains and took a look at the snow in the garden that was several centimeters thick, and said with a smile: "Let's go down?"
"Do you really want to go?" Han Xiaoyi said a little hypocritically. "But your injury is not healed yet? The doctor said you need to take good care of yourself and it is best not to be exposed to the cold wind. Why don't you wait until you are healed?"
"The weather is unpredictable. What if the snow melts after I recover?" Lin Ze held a cigarette in his mouth and said with a smile. "Don't worry, I'm as strong as a cow, so there won't be any problems. Again.
Or, you can stay in Huaxin City for at most half a year, don’t you want to leave some good memories before returning to Yanjing?”
"That's right. A romantic and sentimental girl like me, she really deserves to leave some good memories." Han Xiaoyi nodded and took Lin Ze's rough hand downstairs.
The fine snow was flying and the cold wind was blowing. The cold wind blew through Lin Ze's still weak body, and a layer of goose bumps aroused. But seeing Han Xiaoyi's happy face, he forced himself to follow her to the garden.
Make a snowman.
Ten minutes later, with the efforts of the two of them, the snowman began to take shape. Lin Ze made a round ball and placed it on top of the snowman to use as the head. Han Xiaoyi completed the limbs with dexterity. It really looked like that.
Something's going on.
It's late at night.
The originally small amount of fine snow turned into heavy snow, and the girl's burgundy hair was also covered with white snowflakes. But she didn't care, she just squatted next to the snowman and concentrated on making it.
Lin Ze squatted next to her with a cigarette in his mouth, carefully brushing away the cold snowflakes for her, and said softly: "The snowman is almost done. The snow is getting heavier and heavier, go in."
"It's still a little bit worse." Han Xiaoyi enjoyed Lin Ze's gentle caressing of her hair, tilted her head and smiled. "If you are cold, go in. Don't infect the wound again."
Lin Ze smiled bitterly. The injuries on his body were indeed not suitable for staying in the cold environment for a long time. But Lin Ze's endurance was first-rate. It can be said that even if Han Xiaoyi caught a cold from the heavy snow, he would not
Something happened. I couldn't help but say, "What else is needed? I'll help you."
"You can't help me. But you have to do it yourself." Han Xiaoyi said mysteriously.
"What to do?" Lin Ze asked inexplicably.
"Look at me." Han Xiaoyi turned her little hand, which was red from the cold, and the wooden thorn that Lin Ze made during the day came out of the cuff and fell lightly into the girl's hand.
"Turn around, a wisp of cold fragrance is far away, the passing snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. You will help me in the next life, would you?" The girl concentrated on carving these words on the snowman's back.
Lin Ze stared at the writing on the snowman with a gentle expression, and somehow it touched the most sensitive heartstring in his heart.
With a flip of his wrist, the blade with its enchanting cold light slid to the palm of his hand. With a slight swing of his arm, he left a line of words on the snowman.
"Finally, the misty rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After Rong Hua thanked him, it was just a scene of eternal silence for the mountains and rivers." After reading this line left by Lin Ze, Han Xiaoyi silently turned her head and looked at the man with a calm expression.
It was a surprise.
How much pain and grief did you go through before you could write this sentiment?
Or - is this a sentence spoken by someone else?
Han Xiaoyi stared at the man beside her quietly, while he was in a daze, his thoughts seeming to be drifting to the distant past.
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That was Lin Ze's first on-site remote training after being dragged to the National Security Bureau by the old director.
Each group was divided into several teams and went to Changbai Mountain, which is covered with snow all year round, for field training. He and she were in the same team, the two strongest and best reserve agents among the new members of the National Security Bureau.
During half a month of training, Lin Ze got along with this woman day and night, but the number of conversations was pitiful. The most common words he said were words like 'Are you hungry?', 'Good night', 'Good morning', 'Let's take action' and so on.
Lin Ze knew very well that this was a woman with extraordinary strength and a cold temper. Frankly speaking, when he met Fang Susu for the first time, Lin Ze felt in a daze that she was her - but he knew that was not the case. They were both cold, but they were definitely not.
The same person.
In other words, she is not cold, she just doesn't talk much. She is not like Fang Susu, who deliberately keeps a distance from others and refuses to talk to others because of her status and work.
She completely closed herself off and did not communicate with the outside world. She constantly made herself stronger and challenged her own limits. She was like a sleepless machine, crazily upgrading and forging herself crazily.
Sometimes, even Lin Ze felt tired for her, exhausted both physically and mentally.
It can be said that Lin Ze has a certain understanding of her, which he gained during these half-month training sessions.
When the two arrived at a place with extremely beautiful scenery, she got out of the tent and silently admired the beauty of nature.
At this moment, Lin Ze got out of the tent because he was holding back his urine. He saw her sitting in the snow, silently admiring the scenery in the distance. He walked over with a smile on his face, breathing in the hot air and rubbing his palms.
"It's late at night, why don't you stay here to enjoy the scenery without sleeping?" Lin Ze lit a cigarette and sat next to her.
She said nothing, just played with the blade in her palm and looked into the distance.
Lin Ze is an orphan, but his mentality has always been very good. He is not full of longing for the future, but at least he is enjoying every day and trying his best to enrich every day. So he does not have too many worries, and he will not be a taciturn person.
He feels that life is a gift from God, and every day is a gift from God. He should face and live with a grateful attitude - although he has also fallen and fallen now. But at least he has fallen.
That was what he thought and did back then.
But she is not.
She is like a person who does not belong to this world, like a person who cannot integrate into this world. She is living, but her soul does not exist in this world. She seems to be watching the world with cold eyes, cold and silent, without any emotion, without any emotion.
The slightest recognition.
"The wind is very strong, it's better to go back to the tent." Lin Ze said.
She still said nothing, just raised her head slightly and looked at the endless sky.
"Do you think the scenery here is beautiful?" Lin Ze asked.
"If you like it, we can come again in the future. But if you freeze to death, it's not worth it."
"Finally, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After Rong Hua thanked her, it was just a scene of eternal silence for the mountains and rivers." The woman uttered these words in a cold voice, then stood up slowly and returned to the tent.
When Lin Ze heard this sentence at first, he could not understand the meaning. But slowly, as he experienced more things, he gradually understood the meaning of this sentence. However, when he understood, she never understood it.
Disappeared into his world and ceased to exist.
"Don't you still have a lot to do? Don't you still have a lot of unfulfilled wishes? Don't you still want to have a peak battle with me? Why are you leaving? Why are you willing to leave? Could it be——
Have you really forgotten our agreement and your promise to me to go to Changbai Mountain again?"
Lin Ze murmured in a low voice, as if he was in endless pain. But Han Xiaoyi squatted on one side blankly, staring at the man's painful expression without understanding. Her heart suddenly softened, and she held his rough palm.
Said: "Changbai Mountain? If you want to go, I will accompany you."
