After hearing what Xiao Churan said, Ye Chen laughed and said nothing.
He knew why Mr. Xiao stopped talking about it after he married Xiao Churan. It was because Mr. Xiao felt that by marrying Xiao Churan to him and giving him a family, he was tantamount to asking Ye Ye
The family repaid the favor.
But naturally he would not tell Xiao Churan this.
At this time, Xiao Churan suddenly looked at the sky and said happily: "Wow! It's really snowing!"
Ye Chen raised his head, and a cold snowflake fell on his forehead. After bringing a slight chill, it melted instantly.
At first, there were only a few snowflakes falling here and there, but ten minutes later, snowflakes all over the sky were falling down in the entire night sky.
For Jinling, a city in the south, such heavy snow is really rare.
Xiao Churan danced happily in the snow like a child.
Seeing the snow getting heavier and heavier, she pulled Ye Chen to the yard. While collecting a thin layer of snow from the roof of the car, she said to Ye Chen: "If it rains like this, we can build a snowman and have a snowball fight tomorrow."
Got it!"
Ye Chen nodded and sighed: "I haven't built a snowman in many years."
The last time I did something like this was when I was in the orphanage. Together with my friend Zhao Hao, I took my sister from the orphanage, Li Xiaofen, to build a huge snowman in the open space of the orphanage.
And in the blink of an eye, nearly ten years have passed.
The heavy snow in Jinling is getting heavier and heavier. The WeChat Moments, Weibo and Douyin are almost all about the snow. Even Mr. Song posted a WeChat post and took a picture overlooking the snow scene from the upper floor of the villa.
The photo was accompanied by five words: "Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest."
Wanting Song also posted on Moments. There was no picture, only one sentence: "I wrote your name in the snow. I was afraid that people would see it clearly, so I wiped it away..."
Ye Chen guessed that the "you" she was talking about should be him, but he did not like it or leave a message.
That night, Ye Chen accompanied Xiao Churan and played in the snow for a long time. They didn't go back to the room to rest until after twelve o'clock.
Turning off the lights, Ye Chen lay on his side of the bed and couldn't sleep.
Now, there are less than ten hours left before he returns to Yanjing after eighteen years.
Xiao Churan didn't fall asleep either. At night, he suddenly got into Ye Chen's bed from his own bed, hugged him gently from behind, and said passionately in his ear: "Husband, go and come back as soon as possible tomorrow, I will
Miss you..."
Ye Chen nodded gently and stroked her soft hand, feeling filled with emotion.
That night, Ye Chen barely slept.
Fortunately, his body was already different from that of ordinary people, and he didn't feel any discomfort even if he didn't sleep all night.
Since the flight was at ten o'clock in the morning, he had to arrive at the airport before nine o'clock, so Ye Chen got up very early.
When he got up, Xiao Churan, who had been building snowmen until twelve o'clock last night, was still awake.
Ye Chen didn't want to disturb her, so he left a note on the bedside and wrote: "Honey, I'm leaving, just wait for me when I come back."
Afterwards, he changed his clothes, took his wallet and ID, put a few rejuvenation pills on his body, and left the bedroom.
As soon as we got downstairs, our mother-in-law Ma Lan, wearing an apron, rushed out of the kitchen and said affectionately: "Oh my dear son-in-law, why did you get up so early today?"
Ye Chen said: "I'm going to Yanjing today and won't be back until a few days later."
Ma Lan said hurriedly and attentively: "Oh, are you leaving today? Mom made you some preserved egg and lean meat porridge. Eat a bowl before leaving!"
Ye Chen waved his hand: "No, the flight is early, I have to get there early."
Ma Lan hurriedly said: "Oh, then I will give it to you!"
After saying that, he hurriedly ran out and followed Ye Chen all the way to the door.
"Good son-in-law, will you drive to the airport?"
Ye Chen shook his head: "If you don't want to drive, I'll take a taxi."
Ma Lan blurted out: "Why don't you let that old guy of yours drive you? He has nothing to do anyway."