The understated voice was a little helpless, a little lazy, and even a little disappointed.
An Chen paused and looked at the sound.
There is a gray-white stone railing surrounding the lake. Mo Shangyun is sitting on the railing, with his windbreaker open and blowing in the cold wind. His right leg is resting on the railing, and his left leg is hanging down. His slender legs are gently lifting.
Swaying. She turned her back to the cold wind and held a can of beer in her hand. Under his gaze, she took a slow sip.
Behind her, there is an empty lakeside, submerged in the night, with street lights dotted in the distance.
The lake, wind and snow, street lights, pedestrians, everything turned into her background at that moment.
Even if you sit there quietly, lazily raising your eyelids and glancing this way, it will give people a strong visual impact.
In a daze, I thought of my senior year in high school——
That year, he met her.
We weren't familiar with her at first, but in my memory, she was a maverick. Boys didn't dare to mess with her, and girls looked at her as a goddess.
Unlike normal students, her whereabouts are unpredictable. She takes "sick leave" from time to time, ranging from two or three days to two or three weeks. Her persistence in attending school for one month is the highest record. Even in school, she can attend classes in a disciplined manner. In a few cases, the shadow disappears as soon as get out of class begins.
Mysterious like a spy.
He began to pay attention to this girl from the beginning when his mother told him. However, he gradually discovered that there was something different about her, but he never had a chance to speak.
Later, one afternoon, in order to avoid the noisy atmosphere in the class, he went to the rooftop with his books.
Met her.
On the huge rooftop, she chose to lie on the stone wall, with one leg bent on it and one leg hanging in the air. Her head rested on her left arm. A book of "The Art of War" was opened and covered on her head, blocking the scorching sun.
light.
At that time, An Chen felt that if she moved even a little bit, she might fall from the rooftop.
Somehow, he slowly approached her.
She heard the commotion and took the book away idly, revealing her delicate and beautiful face.
"Squad leader, can you stay away?"
At that time, her narrow phoenix eyes were narrowed, and her expression was lazy and carefree, with a bit of scorn. However, maybe the sunlight was too strong, maybe her movements were too dangerous, and An Chen fell into trouble at a glance.
She was so stunning that he lost his voice.
at the moment--
She is still so arrogant and domineering. Several years have passed by as if nothing has changed.
An Chen walked over.
"Momo."
The voice is a little hoarse, a little reserved, a little heavy, and a little gentle.
Mo Shangjun shook the beer in his hand.
After a moment, he raised his eyelids and looked at him.
An Chen stretched out his hand to pull her.
Mo Shangjun shrank his palm and avoided it calmly.
"We can still talk if we don't move any hands or feet," Mo Shangjun said calmly.
An Chen's hands froze in mid-air.
The wind was very cold, whizzing by, as if it was blowing into the seams of his bones. The cold wind was biting, but he suddenly couldn't feel the cold anymore.
"I regret it." An Chen said every word in a low and deep voice.
Mo Shangjun handed the beer to his lips, raised his head slightly, and the cold beer slid into his throat, causing a shiver.
An Chen looked at her quietly.
The hem of her clothes was floating freely, her hair was fluttering, her head was raised, and her neck showed a graceful and smooth curve.
That free and easy energy is shown from deep in the bones.
She looked out of place with her surroundings, as if she could disappear without a trace in the next moment with the heavy snow.
Drink it all in one gulp.
I picked up the beer can and shook it, but it was empty.
Mo Shangyun put his elbows on his knees, then turned his head and looked at An Chen carefully.
He is 1.8 meters tall, tall and straight, with a strong build and handsome features. He is neither sharp nor cold, nor murderous. Perhaps it is related to his family environment. He has a very good mother, so under normal circumstances, he is always calm and gentle.
.
He is the kind of person who is polite and well-educated.
I usually like to talk about things the most. There is a clear dividing line between what can be done and what cannot be done.
To be honest, he is much more mature than I thought before.
She stretched out her hand towards him and hooked her fingers.
"Come."
A lazily worded word, torn by the cold wind, fell to the bottom of my ears, as if it were an hallucination.
As if possessed, An Chen took two steps towards her.
Mo Shangyun stretched out his arm, put it on his shoulder, and said seriously, "Are you an adult?"
"……Um."
"As an adult, you have to be more straightforward when doing things," Mo Shangyun patted his shoulder and advised, "This guy still has to look forward."
Hearing her half-serious and half-dealing persuasion, like an eminent monk who had escaped from the world, An Chen suddenly felt dumbfounded.
Nothing is a big deal to her.
After a while, he said in a deep voice: "Mo Mo, feelings don't always come easily."
"If you can let go of the first time, you can have a second time." Mo Shangyun said leisurely and took his hand back.
"That time I——" An Chen wanted to explain eagerly.
Mo Shangyun interrupted him calmly, "I'll give you a chance."
An Chen was stunned for a moment.
Give... a chance?
The next thing that moved my heart was more surprise than surprise.
Mo Shangjun doesn't give people opportunities easily.
"Did you see the other side?" Mo Shangjun held the beer can and pointed to the other side of the lake.
"Um."
An Chen didn't know why, but nodded subconsciously.
"Estimate the distance."
"One thousand meters."
"What's your grade?" Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows at him.
"I haven't thought about it." An Chen vaguely guessed something, and his heart sank a little bit, but he answered truthfully, "About ten minutes."
"Taking into account the weather, it takes fifteen minutes to pass, one round trip, two kilometers, half an hour." Mo Shangyun said word by word, "Go ashore within the stipulated time, and I will forgive you."
An Chen stared into her eyes.
Calm, composed, and indifferent.
Different from the usual carefree behavior, his ruffianism has also become much more restrained, making him even more unpredictable.
"good."
An Chen responded solemnly, with little hesitation.
Mo Shangyun was not surprised by his answer and pointed to the lake below, "It's less than ten meters and the water is deep enough. Just jump in."
After taking a deep look at her, An Chen walked to the railing on the side, put his hands on it, jumped up directly.
"Don't worry," Mo Shangyun called out to him and raised his eyebrows at him, "Warm up first, don't you need me to teach you?"
"..."
An Chen looked at her silently.
Using the most nonchalant tone, reminding him of what he should do, he was able to maintain his composure at all times.
She's always been like this.
Even if she lets you die, I'm afraid she will choose the most honorable way for you to die.
After a moment, he said: "No need."
Mo Shangjun shrugged.
If she asked for it... there was nothing she could do.
Glancing at the lake below, An Chen asked her, "Will you wait?"
Mo Shangjun narrowed his eyes and answered bluntly: "It depends on your mood."
An Chen pursed his lips slightly and looked back with some disappointment.
Then, he jumped into the lake, only to hear a "pop--" sound and his standard posture into the water.
Mo Shangjun half-closed his eyes, watching the figure below emerge and start swimming towards the other side of the lake.
Unknowingly, I thought of the anti-freeze training of the Second Company...
Next time, just go swimming with arms. Taking advantage of the weather, swimming training and anti-freezing training can be done together.
With this thought in mind, Mo Shangjun stretched out his legs, crossed the railing, and landed leisurely.
Stepping firmly on the ground, Mo Shangyun lowered his head, glanced at the can in his hand, turned sideways, and placed it on the railing.
As soon as they were set up, a cold voice came from behind—
"Is this what you call peace of mind?"
Mo Shangjun loosened the can and took his hand back.
Then, he turned around calmly.
When she raised her eyes, she saw Yan Tianxing standing behind her.
Standing very close, I don't know whether intentionally or unintentionally, standing on the side to block the howling cold wind.
At the same time, it also blocked the lights on the roadside, and the vision immediately fell into darkness.
Yan Tianxing only wore a white shirt, which looked extremely out of place in the weather, but he didn't feel cold at all. He lowered his head slightly, half of his face hidden in the shadow, and his pair of sinister and deep eyes were pondering.
staring at her.
Mo Shangjun felt that he watched the whole show for free.
"There was an accident." Mo Shangyun said calmly, without any intention of explaining.
Putting his cold hands into the pockets of his windbreaker, Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's go."
"No wait?" Yan Tianxing asked meaningfully.
As if he didn't hear the implication, Mo Shangjun walked forward unhurriedly, "Swimming champion, you can't die."
If the Second Company randomly brought someone out, she wouldn't dare let him swim back and forth in the lake.
Because, I don’t have that ability.
and--
She had almost forgotten some things, so the so-called forgiveness was just an excuse for that person.
Yan Tianxing followed her, looking at her leisurely back with a little interest in her eyebrows.
interesting.
After leaving the lake, Mo Shangyun stopped.
She took her hand out of her pocket and took out a plastic bag inside her jacket.
The plastic bag was thrown back, and immediately after, Mo Shangjun turned around.
Just in time, Yan Tianxing reached out and grabbed the plastic bag.
"I'll buy you for one night." Mo Shangjun crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows at him.
"How much?" Yan Tianxing glanced at the plastic bag in his hand.
"One hundred and twenty-six dollars."
After a pause, Yan Tianxing smiled, but his smile was a little sinister, "Am I worth such a small amount of money for one night?"
"...I lost money."
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