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It was rare that Kuangzheng got up earlier than Baochan, took a shower in the bathroom downstairs, dried his hair and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

His breakfast is muesli with hot milk, and a few fried eggs. The orange that Bao Chuan cut yesterday was still in place, a little dry. He threw it into the trash can, re-cut two and served it on the table.

Baochan came down from upstairs and saw the dazzling fresh snow outside from the big window in the corridor: "It snowed so hard yesterday!" He exclaimed, the snow here is different from that in the city, it is white and thick. The footprints stretched all the way to the woods in the distance, covering the field of vision like clouds.

"Bao'er," Kuang Zheng called him, "It's time to eat."

"Brother," Baochan said excitedly, "let's go make a snowman!"

Kuang Zheng put down his knife and fork, and smiled: "Pile them at the door of the house, stick a carrot in your nose, put a red plastic bucket on your head, and put up a sign, Kuang&Bao'shouse?"

Bao Chan likes this Kuang&Bao'shouse, his eyes are bright: "Good!"

"Eat first," Kuang Zheng glanced at his watch. At 09:30 on Sunday morning, he was overwhelmed by the troubles at Fang Chengcheng's house this week, and wanted to go out to catch his breath. "Let's go out to play first, and then build a snowman when we come back."

"Where are you going?" Baochan sat down at the table, took a spoonful of oatmeal, and looked at him with the spoon in his mouth.

Kuang Zheng knew that he was unintentional, but he couldn't help staring at his mouth: "Let's rent a helicopter and fly around the city to see the snow scene?"

"Straight...to the plane?" Baochan was stunned, the spoon fell out of his mouth and landed in the bowl, splashing his milk.

"I asked Jindao to rent it now," Kuangzheng reached out and wiped his chin, "Let's leave after eating."

"Farewell," Baochan said disapprovingly, "Yesterday he didn't come home until midnight."

"It's okay," Kuang Zheng said as he took out his phone, "Jin Dao didn't say anything."

"Brother," Baochan took a bite of the fried egg, and the yolk was so fragrant that he squinted his eyes, "Let's not take a helicopter, it's quite expensive, come with me."

Walking with him, Kuang Zheng's mouth curled up: "You won't sell me out, will you?"

"Sell you?" Baochan complained with puffed cheeks, "Who buys it, does the work, and spends money for two. That's me. I can't help it. I made do with you."

"It's okay..." Kuangzheng smacked the word, and the next sentence seemed to be "how can we get away from it?" He couldn't hold back his smile, and he took a bite of an orange, it was sour and sweet, and it tasted the same as yesterday's kiss.

It took more than two hours for Xiaohao's car to arrive. At the door, he saw a big crooked snowman with a cardboard hat on his head, painted red with colored pens, and a big sign on his chest. The cursive English above is beautifully written: Kuang&Bao'shouse.

His boss and Brother Bao wore the same style of sneakers and down jackets of different colors, and sat side by side in the back seat, "Hao Er," this time it was Bao's location, "let's go to Labor Park, Ximen."

Hearing the words "Labor Park", Kuangzheng's head buzzed. For a rare winter date, he suspected that Baochan would lead him to the park gazebo to listen to the old man's voice... He didn't dare to say it, he didn't dare to ask. The expression on the road was grim, and it took almost two hours to get to the place. The Maybach was still not allowed to enter, and it was parked in a paid parking lot. He and Baochan got out of the car and walked in.

The park after the snow has a kind of tranquil beauty. The snow in the city is not so heavy, and there are many tourists. The two of them are used to riding in cars, and they don’t wear gloves. Unexpectedly, Baochan seemed to be bitten by a snake, and suddenly withdrew his hand, looking around in horror.

Kuang Zheng was stunned for a moment. Rationally, he understood what Baochan was afraid of. Emotionally, he couldn't accept being thrown off by this person. It seemed that the sweetness in the morning was all fake. "Come with me." After "Kuang&Bao'shouse", they all became bubbles.

"Brother," Baochan whispered, "Be careful outside."

Kuang Zheng nodded, against his will, he just followed him.

For a long time, the two of them didn't speak, and Baochan led him around a clump of boring pine forests and a few dilapidated amusement facilities. His vision suddenly opened up, and a flat lake appeared under the snow-covered slope. The low temperature caused a thick layer of ice to form on the side near the shore, and many people played on the ice.

Baochan turned around and asked, "Brother, what kind of knife are you using?"

Kuangzheng never dreamed that Baochan would lead him to ice skating. He is a good athlete, proficient in basketball, tennis, and golf, except for ice sports: "I..."

Bao Chan looked up at him, the snow on the pine branches fell with the wind, and the stars fell on his hair, the vibrant beauty, no beauty, no filter, just the way he corrected his heart.

"Why don't you speak?" Baochan looked to the side again, "are you angry with me?"

How could Kuangzheng be angry with him? A domesticated beast has pulled out its fangs long ago in front of its "master". It has no bargaining chips other than whining and wanting to be caressed. A year ago, he would only laugh and ridicule: How is it possible!

"Don't be angry with me," Baochan plucked up the courage, held him with a pair of cold hands, and said softly, "Don't be angry with me, brother..."

His hands are cold, but his heart is hot. Kuang Zheng knows that he loves as sincerely as himself, but he can't let go, and dare not face the world and himself truly.

"I don't know how to skate." Kuang Zheng didn't care about face so much, and said directly, "I haven't skated before."

Bao Chan blinked, squeezed his hand tightly, and smiled with a blushing face: "Go, I'll teach you!"

They jumped down the dirt slope along the path. There was an old man in a military coat by the lake, holding a pile of woven bags in his sleeves. Inside the bags were all kinds of skates, straight speed skates, curved ones Pattern knives, and ball knives with serrated teeth.

"Master Hai," Baochan came to rent knives from Shi Kuoting every winter and knew him, "Fancy knives are 42, and speed skating knives are 45 and a half?"

Size 45 and a half, Kuangzheng was surprised, Baochan knew his shoe size so clearly, he must have seen it secretly when he was tidying up the shoe cabinet, and remembered it.

"No half size." The old man shrunk his neck and slumped his back. "Put on a 45, it should be tight."

"Okay," Baozhan took out his mobile phone to scan the code, "You can get me two pairs of knives."

Turning around, the old man brought over two pairs of tattered ice skates, Kuangzheng resisted physically when he saw that, Baozhan dragged him to the lakeside, and sat directly on the snow in a down jacket worth tens of thousands of yuan.

"Bao'er," Kuang Zheng asked, "you don't have athlete's foot, do you?"

"No way," Baochan thought of this question for the first time, "Senior brother and I have had good feet every year, never itching."

Kuangzheng didn't say anything else, he put his feet into the tattered cotton basket. It's okay, don't squeeze your feet, and when he stood up after tying up his shoelaces, he faltered: "Bao'er! No, no, no!"

"It's okay," Baochan stood on the fancy knife, straight and beautiful, holding his arm, "it'll be fine on the ice."

To be honest, Kuang Zheng was afraid of this thing. With his height and weight supported by two paper-like blades, he had to poke on the ice, which was not safe no matter how he thought about it.

"Brother," Baochan got on the ice, twisted deftly, drew a circle in front of him, and gave him his back, "Come on, put me on your shoulders."

Kuang Zheng looked at the ice, most of them were old men in their 50s and [-]s, and there were a few young couples, all of whom were women on the arms of men...

Baochan didn't know the little entanglement in his heart, so he put his hand on his shoulder and slowly slid up with him.

No matter how difficult it is, it becomes easier for two people to do it together. The north wind is blowing, and it is cool, and it pours directly into the neck. Right in front of you is the tip of Baochan's frozen red ear, which is thin, and the sun hits it. With translucent blood vessels visible, he unconsciously leaned forward, obsessed, squirming, and hugged him from behind.

Baochan laughed and let him hold him: "Are you afraid if I take you?" He turned his head halfway, because it was just for fun, no matter how tight he hugged him, he would not be afraid, "Hold me, I'm going to speed up!"

Kuangzheng hugged him heartily, there were so many people on the ice, none of them cast any strange glances at them, he couldn't help but be thankful that Baochan brought him to skate so that he could boldly be his lover through fear.

Sliding and sliding, Bao Chan called: "Brother."

Kuang Zheng responded with a nasal voice, "Huh?"

Bao Chan's temple hair was blown by the wind: "Have you ever doubted what you are doing?"

Suspect?Kuang Zheng was facing the wind, looking at his upturned eyes.

"Wanrong Zhenhui," Baochan's eyes are so beautiful, it seems to have stolen a handful of skylight and hid them inside, and it seems to have picked up a ray from Kuangzheng's soul and inserted it into his trembling pupils, "What are you doing every day? Doing things, helping the rich manage their money, and dealing with their troubles at home, you just keep doing this?"

"I can't think about it," Kuang Zheng replied.

Baochan slowed down and turned around to look at him.

"I remember someone told me," Kuang Zheng raised one corner of his mouth and smiled wickedly, "Sometimes fate comes, no matter whether it's good or bad, let's catch up first."

These were Baochan's words. At that time, Kuangzheng had just been kicked out from the investment banking department. When he was most relaxed and at his lowest ebb, Baochan used these words to relieve him and let him take over the hot potato of private banking.

"You still remember..." Baochan was a little surprised.

"Every word you said," Kuang Zheng stared into his eyes, "I remember it all."

Baochan didn't dare to look at such hot eyes: "But I...doubt it."

"Doubt what?"

"Ruyizhou," Baochan stopped, and Kuangzheng stood on the ice covered with thin snow, "The things I do every day, I sing operas for the rich, and I get a lot of rewards. In the golden building isolated from the world."

Kuang Zheng didn't expect him to think about this, his eyes widened in surprise.

"I was small in the past, but I have a big goal. I want to revive Ruyizhou and Peking Opera!" Speaking of drama, Baochan's eyes sparkle, "Now Ruyizhou is alive, but I don't know my future Where is it, it seems..." He was at a loss, "It seems that the road has come to an end all of a sudden, is it that he will be pursued by rich people all his life, and be a corner made of money?"

Kuang Zheng understood him. He went to Wanrong Zhenhui alone and led a group of miscellaneous troops to fight to the death. At that time, Fang Chengcheng's divorce scandal gave him a slap in the face, and he had to think, is it true that this kind of job of wiping the rich people's ass for the rest of his life is the positioning of Wanrong Zhenhui?

"I want to sing to more people," Baochan knew exactly what he wanted, "not to let them listen to me, but to let them listen to Beijing opera, such a good thing, shouldn't be trapped in that magnificent small building .”

Kuang Zheng hugged him again, this is the person he loves, this is the person he loves, the dazzling wealth has not overwhelmed him, he is still that stubborn boy, he will collapse under the stage for sponsorship, he will use Breaking apart the hot roasted pigeon with your hands, you will be alone for one goal, without hesitation.

"Brother..." Baochan felt his entanglement, "Don't be like this..."

"They didn't notice," Kuangzheng put his arms around his waist, sticking to his ears, "slip you."

"This is not good..." Baochan avoided his breath.

"Relax, don't let them see..." Kuang Zheng glanced across the lakeshore, and inadvertently saw a familiar figure coming down the snowy slope. This year's Fendi's new coat and fine-crafted leather shoes that slipped step by step turned out to be Zhang Rong. .