This belated heavy snow in Binyang City ascended to hot search terms, people on the street all slowed their steps to photograph the glass city covered by white flying snowflakes.
The asphalt road was all wet black, the shared bicycles’ seats accumulated a thin layer of snow, like the weather goddess playfully sprinkling a layer of white sugar over the city’s various public facilities.
When Chen Kuang was driving back to the bar, snow was already fluttering on the road surface, just didn’t expect that in the short twenty-odd minutes staying in the bar, outside had already upgraded into goose feather snow flying and rolling with the wind.
The two people holding hands walking in the heavy snow, shoe prints on the pure white misty powder road surface stretching forward.
Behind this bar alley leaned against a church, in front of the church there was a small garden, Qiao Ling excitedly brought him into that small courtyard, yet found that the snow accumulation was not thick enough, simply couldn’t pile up a snowman.
She squatted down, rubbed the soft snow on the ground, in the palm half was snow half was mud.
She sighed, “Overestimated this snowfall speed…”
“Can’t even gather enough for the snowman’s belly.”
Chen Kuang could be considered to have seen it clearly, compared to letting him experience northern heavy snow grand occasion, it was she herself who was the one looking forward to playing a big round of snow.
He was helpless, followed up, two hands gathering together, collecting the relatively clean accumulated snow on the platform edge quickly gripping into a snowball, bending down handing it to her coaxingly: “Then let’s pile a small one first, I guess you want to post to Moments.”
Qiao Ling raised her head, silly-smiled and nodded: “It’s a sense of ritual, come quick, you help me, your hands are big.”
Said absolutely won’t pile snowman, but as soon as she requested, Chen Kuang still honestly squatted down, exposing both hands not minding dirty not minding cold to start gathering snow.
Snowed Binyang, so cold even the breath fog could freeze, two not too big not too small people squatting in front of the church huffing and puffing piling small snowman.
Quite a few people hurrying by avoiding snow all glanced at this pair of strange childish little couple.
Chen Kuang gripped for her a very solid snowball as the snowman’s belly, round and beautiful.
Qiao Ling saw it and wowed once, “From small till now, you’re the best at piling snowballs I’ve seen besides Qiao Jing.”
“Qiao Ling.” After Chen Kuang handed it over he quickly blew two mouthfuls of hot air on his hands, face looking difficult: “Have you ever considered this level of freezing, for a native southern person, how big the attack is.”
He was selling misery so directly, but Qiao Ling had already completely immersed herself in her snowfield art, simply didn’t hear him speak, even nudged his leg urging: “You help me find a tree branch, not too long oh, just four or five centimeters.”
“I plan to use tissue to make it do a raising white flag action, haha.”
Chen Kuang: “……”
Want to know frostbite should see which medical department.
Though a little unwilling, he still got up to help her find a tree branch.
After all parts were prepared, Qiao Ling finished making this palm-sized snowman, Chen Kuang saw her take out a woven string from her pocket hanging it on the snowman, finally understood how sufficient her preparation really was.
“Chen Kuang, quick, help me take a photo.” Qiao Ling’s nose tip and face were all red from the cold, but expression still excited as ever, eyes even clearer and more attractive than snowflakes.
Chen Kuang’s photo-taking skill wasn’t bad, holding the phone bending down focusing, using an overlooking angle to record Qiao Ling squatting, both hands holding the snowman facing the lens posture.
The girl in the screen was bright and radiant, white teeth showing, the pink color on her cheeks from the cold making her even more adorable, quietly and attentively looking at him.
In his eyes, the snowman in Qiao Ling’s hands had already become the most irrelevant thing, the snow fluttering all over the sky had all become a natural filter to set off her charm.
Chen Kuang for a moment forgot to press the shutter, stared at the screen a little dazed.
In that instant, he was thinking, had he really already possessed this one girl.
Not dreaming, also not delusion.
No matter what he did in the future, no matter what he encountered, there would always be this one person by his side.
Qiao Ling saw he wasn’t moving, gritting her teeth maintaining her smile while urging him: “You— hurry— take—it—ah—”
What’s he doing! Knows it’s cold yet not hurrying!
Only then did Chen Kuang come back to himself, couldn’t help laughing, quickly pressed the shutter a few times, adjusted the angle and took several more shots.
“Very photogenic, definitely many people will give you likes.”
“Really? Let me see.” Qiao Ling hooked her hand.
He handed the phone to her, Qiao Ling simply checked it once, then suddenly leaned closer to him, tiptoed, opened the front camera and took a selfie together.
Chen Kuang didn’t have time to react, didn’t even look at the lens, in the end what the photo recorded was — Qiao Ling leaning against him holding the little snowman smiling very sweetly at the lens, Chen Kuang lowering his head looking at her.
A very natural and intimate selfie.
“We’ve been dating this long and never announced it on Moments, I want to post one today.” Qiao Ling was very satisfied with these two photos, asking for opinion: “Is it okay?”
Chen Kuang tightly stuffed both hands into his pockets to warm them, responded: “Of course, this kind of thing is up to you.”
Anyway, friends around already knew about their relationship, Chen Kuang couldn’t wait for Qiao Ling’s entire Moments, old and young, near and far, to all know that he was her boyfriend.
So that the men in her list who were still thinking about her wouldn’t think they still had a chance.
He thought about it, took her phone and opened the camera, “Wait, one more.”
Qiao Ling puzzled: “What?”
“Look at the lens.” He said.
Then at the moment when Qiao Ling dumbly looked towards the phone, Chen Kuang single-handedly holding the front camera, pressed the shutter while bending down tilting his head to kiss her face.
Warm lips carrying snowflakes printed onto her cold little face, in an instant sparks flew everywhere.
Qiao Ling’s heart tip trembled violently, when she reacted and felt shy he had already pulled back, stuffed the phone back to her.
Chen Kuang looked at her face red from the cold adding another layer of blush from inside out, hooked his lips, “This one is kept for private viewing.” “Or if you want to post it, it’s not impossible.”
She stomped her feet shyly, complained at him: “Who wants to post that, I’m not the kind of person who likes to stick someone else’s face to show off affection!”
…Although her boyfriend’s face really was very worth showing off.
“Rushing out in a hurry to pile snowman.” Chen Kuang returned the scarf around his neck to her, carefully wrapped it around her, asked: “The dowry your grandmother gave you, is it finished?”
“Yes, because I was too into it, just finished and looked up to find it was snowing.” Qiao Ling pouted, with a bit of wanting to be praised: “Didn’t you say before you hadn’t seen snow? I immediately thought of it, ran over like in a Japanese drama.”
“Really ran over? In such cold weather?”
“……”
She silently corrected: “Ran… took a car here.”
Chen Kuang lightly chuckled, putting her hand into his own down jacket pocket, holding like this as they walked back: “Too cold, let’s hurry back.”
“Hungry or not? I’ll use the bar’s back kitchen to make you something to eat.”
“Hungry, but actually I’d rather go home to eat, just right today the shop’s closed.”
Carrying happiness in her heart, Qiao Ling’s eyes blurred from smiling: “This set of Miao silver I’ve been crafting for so long, should properly celebrate a bit.”
“Didn’t you already help the bar finish transporting goods?”
Chen Kuang thought for a moment, “That’s fine too, but there’s not much ingredients at home, can you hold out until after we finish shopping at the supermarket?”
Qiao Ling nodded: “No problem.”
The two went back to the bar to get the car, by the way greeting the people inside the bar.
Seeing the young couple leaving together full of excitement, Xie Rouyin who was leaning against the bar counter accompanying Xia Tian mixing drinks sighed, finger tapping on the table, beautiful fox-like eyes showing loneliness.
“Who says only spring is the season of budding feelings.”
“In such a cold season, if one can have a partner to snuggle together and keep warm, it’s even more exciting than falling in love in spring.”
Xia Tian, according to Chen Kuang’s suggestion, had replaced the lime slices, during making drinks raised his eyes and looked at the shop manager once, then lowered his head continuing to work, silently muttering: “For warming up I choose to leave it to the air conditioner and heater.”
Xie Rouyin looked at Xia Tian in surprise, her gaze seeming to say: how can there be such an unromantic male.
After a while, she suddenly laughed, patting the table unable to stop: “Hahaha, forget it… you, still a little boy.”
Xia Tian’s face flushed red, correcting: “Rouyin-jie, don’t always call a twenty-two or twenty-three-year-old person a boy, that’s really insulting!”
Xie Rouyin repeated: “Okay, little boy.”
Xia Tian: “……”
Really can’t stand it.
Xie Rouyin picked up that lemongrass roll that had been “abandoned,” placed it on her philtrum area, pouting her upper lip to roll the lemongrass and inhale the fragrance.
She stared at the ceiling, the tips of her high heels swinging back and forth on the ground, as if deep in thought.
After a while, she took away the lemongrass, faintly muttered a sentence: “…What did Qiao Jing go do today?”
……
Qiao Ling followed Chen Kuang to the supermarket to sweep up goods, the two of them were usually relatively busy, buying things was all directly ordering supermarket delivery, it had been a while since they wasted time like this in the supermarket.
Because they were happy, chatting while shopping ended up buying a lot of things, finally carrying four large full shopping bags struggling home.
“Should have dropped by the shop on the way home just now, let you see the Miao silver I made!” Qiao Ling entered the house, kicked off her shoes, sat on the entranceway shoe-changing bench lazily.
Chen Kuang put down the things, after changing shoes, very naturally picked up her slippers, squatted down, helped his little auntie-grandma change shoes, chatting: “Afraid you can’t stand the hunger, let’s cook and eat first.”
“Anyway today the two of us don’t have anything else, this afternoon you take me to see it again.”
“Okay, ah, you’re making my feet ticklish.” Qiao Ling curled her toes, giggled, reminding him not to mess around while helping her change shoes.
“But although it was finished last night, there are still some details that can be decorated again, this afternoon or tomorrow.” She still wanted to show him the finished product in its most perfect state.
After all, regarding this matter, Chen Kuang was the first and also the one who most supported her.
Chen Kuang nodded in agreement with her arrangement. While helping her change shoes, he couldn’t resist using his fingertip to pinch the little hollow above her heel arch, which caused her to shiver and struggle.
He raised his eyes, looked up at her, raising his brows: “Last time I already noticed you’re ticklish here, this sensitive?”
Qiao Ling’s leg felt numb from the tickling, laughing as she pushed him: “Is it not allowed to have ticklish spots on the foot? From childhood to now, never had anyone touch my feet, of course I’m not used to it, right?”
“But when did you find out?”
Chen Kuang helped her put on the shoes. Qiao Ling’s winter slippers were fuzzy, pink, even with rabbit ears.
“A long time ago, during making love.”
Qiao Ling blinked hard.
…Why does this person speak so carelessly?
Those two words said as casually as eating a meal, is that okay?
“When you put your calves on my shoulder, when I tilted my head to kiss your feet,” Chen Kuang’s tone was extremely calm, which only made the hidden undercurrent of desire even more contrasting and sexy, “also when holding your ankle, your toes.”
He lifted his gaze, those calm black eyes seemed to hide endless desire.
Chen Kuang smiled.
“You always suddenly clamp me tightly, shrink up real tight.”
“I guessed then your feet must be very sensitive.”
Qiao Ling’s face turned red like tomato, cherry, monkey’s butt, embarrassed as she kicked him: “You’re crazy, during that kind of thing, you, you still have the mind to think and observe me?”
Chen Kuang finished changing her shoes, both hands supporting the sides of the shoe-changing bench, one knee kneeling, raising his upper body, hugging her waist and kissing her.
Qiao Ling always couldn’t handle kisses too well. Her slightly open mouth was seized by him, convenient for him to stretch his tongue in.
Chen Kuang sucked her jelly-like lips lightly, tasted the sweetness on her tongue tip, after a few simple turns then let go.
Yet even such a deep and short kiss still left Qiao Ling gasping for breath.
Chen Kuang leaned against her forehead, ambiguously hinting: “Today the two of us are off all day, Qiao Ling.”
“The whole day, all free.”
Qiao Ling blinked frequently, pressing against his solid chest: “…You, you forgot?”
“There aren’t any condoms left at home, the last few are all at that small apartment of yours above my shop.”
Chen Kuang didn’t say anything, patted her shoulder, then stretched out his index finger pointing toward a not-far-off already unpacked delivery box.
“Arrived just this morning.”
What was inside, Qiao Ling of course couldn’t see clearly, but she saw the logo on the outside of the delivery box ————Mou Lei Si.
“……”
Buying such a big box.
Is he trying to exhaust her to death?
Qiao Ling’s expression showed difficulty, secretly glaring at him, complaining in a resentful tone: “No, Mister Chen, recently I’m really weak.”
“That time you pulled me to mess around too crazily, I need to be a sage for a while.”
“Mess around?” Chen Kuang acted as if he’d lost his memory, consulting her: “What are you referring to?”
“Last week! You did it on purpose, didn’t you.” Qiao Ling, just thinking of last week’s two people acting like crazed clandestine lovers, already felt regretful.
Just simply recalling it already made her face hot.
“It’s, it’s you…”