charming childish

Flood beasts attacked, Wei Wei lay flat and accepted.

The snow outside the window gradually became more and more intense, and after a while, the land was completely white in the sight of dusk. This was his first winter in New York, the first snow, and there was still a romantic Christmas worth looking forward to.

Jiaer sighed deeply, feeling that the dark light in his heart was beginning to stir, and it was almost destroyed after coming to New York, but at this moment, he was caught off guard by a phone call and a message.

Zhou Mingfei was really gentle, "I don't want you to hear about it from other people."

Is there any difference between learning from others and learning from you?Carl thought mockingly in her heart.I don't know when, why the world is full of ridicule.

She mocked herself who was greedy for Xia Zhixing, Zhou Mingfei who was like a bastard but regretted it, mocked herself who couldn't escape the hand of fate even after coming to New York.

Jiaer sat in the dark room, unable to stand up to turn on the light, fell asleep at night without knowing how, and woke up the next day, still lying askew on the sofa, his whole body was stiff and sore.

The snow is still falling, and there is no intention of stopping. Jiaer thinks of the snow in winter in Shanghai. There is no such irresponsible momentum, and there are often only a few flowers scattered here and there. It was muddy and unattractive, and the snow in New York was falling like the sky, but the people in the city still had to run in the snow, the traffic jam was even worse, and curses came from the crowd from time to time... a snow, It made the fireworks of this huge city even more intense.

On the last day before Christmas Eve, the school finished its last class, and there will be a ten-day vacation. Carl walked out of the building with his bag on his back. He didn't really want to go home. At this moment, everyone is a person with a clear goal , Those who return to China return to China, those who return home return home, those who meet relatives meet relatives, those who look for lovers look for lovers, but he himself has become a goalless individual, standing on the steps, at a loss.

The snow was still falling, dry and crystal clear snow, flying from high altitude, falling, Jiaer didn't go to take the subway, just walked into the heavy snow, and walked back slowly along the road.

It was already dark when we got downstairs, because it was snowing all the time, the ground was completely white, and the reflected light didn’t make it appear that the night was so dark. Through the heavy snow, Jiaer saw a man with white beard and hair sitting at the entrance of the corridor. , he suppressed his heartbeat, and approached slowly, the man saw him standing up from a distance, shaking off the snow that had fallen on his body, revealing his wet curly hair and narrow, sunken eyes.

The four eyes met, but Jiaer thought of a night that was so cold that he was shivering in winter, he drank wine bottles all over the floor, squatting at the intersection waiting for Zhou Mingfei to return from the night, it was really a long time ago... and now The person in front of him seemed to be as cold and trembling as he was that night. Jiaer approached him, stretched out his hand to wipe off the snow on his shoulders and the ice on his eyebrows, and said lightly, "Why are you here?"

Zhou Mingfei tried his best to keep his body calm, looked at Jiaer with a thousand words in his eyes, and only said, "You hung up on me, what I said that day was that she proposed to me, but I didn't agree. "

Jiaer was startled, his eyes lit up for a moment, "I just confess everything, everything that happened to me." Zhou Mingfei continued.

Jia Er pulled him into the corridor, but Zhou Mingfei stopped on the spot with all his strength, and continued to say with trembling lips, "Wait a minute."

Zhou Mingfei took out something from the inner pocket of his coat, a small dark velvet box, Jiaer's heart jumped violently, and he leaned against the door frame with his back, not daring to move.

Zhou Mingfei just knelt down on one knee in the heavy snow where he couldn't see clearly. In the open velvet box in his hand lay a simple silver and white ring. His eyes were slightly red when he looked at Jiaer, With a voice wrapped in wind and snow, Shen Shen asked, "Would you like to marry me?"

The author has something to say:

The outline of the original plan was much longer than what was actually written down, and there were still some twists and turns in the back, but I felt that it was not well written, so I might as well stop here and leave a romantic ending.

Love is never purely just happiness. Watching the wild rose of Paris and watching the brilliant life, love is healing and also makes people crazy. I don’t know until now, when I meet someone who makes people love like moths to a flame, what will happen? Fortunately, or unfortunately.

To life, to all indulgences for love.

thank.