Dyed

The two walked out of the revolving door, Ming Chengyou stood in front of the huge bonsai, Fu Ran put his hands to his lips and breathed, "There are shops nearby, but there are not many good things, what gift do you want, I will buy it for you first? "

Ming Chengyou squinted at her.

Fu Ran touched it, "I forgot to bring my wallet, I'll go up and get it."

Ming Chengyou put his arms around her waist, "What to buy, there are cemeteries around here."

Footsteps were walking down the stone steps, a huge square was covered with snowflakes, Fu Ran staggered behind him, Ming Chengyou kept his eyes on the right path, and raised his legs to walk into the snow.

Fu Ran hurriedly grabbed him, "Get drunk, don't look at the road when you walk."

Without saying a word, Ming Chengyou dragged her into the snow, he let go of Fu Ran's hand, bent down and squatted down, holding the snowflakes in both hands and began to arrange the shape.

Fu Ran leaned over curiously, "What are you doing?"

Ming Chengyou said without turning his head, "Hurry up and help me, make me a cake."

"Don't be afraid of the cold."

Ming Chengyou concentrated on picking up a pile of snow and patting it. Seeing his concentration, Fu Ran followed his example.

A huge cake model was quickly made, and Fu Ran stepped in with a palm full of snow, "The cake needs candles, and I'll make some nice ones for you."

Ming Chengyou turned his head to look at her, and the hot air from his breath caught their eyes. Fu Ran set up several so-called candles that resembled snowmen, some were thick and some were thin, and their shapes were different.

Ming Chengyou found a tree branch and handed it to her. Fu Ran understood, and wrote obliquely on the center of the cake: Ming Chengyou, happy birthday.

The palms of both hands were red from the cold, but there was almost a burning sensation. Fu Ran withdrew from the cake circle, and Ming Chengyou also finished making the side plate. He returned to Fu Ran's side contentedly, "This is much better than the one just now."

"Make a wish."

Ming Chengyou actually closed his eyes in a decent manner.

Fu Ran leaned over, "What wish did you make?"

"I can't tell you." Ming Chengyou was rarely serious.

"It's really stingy." Fu Ran picked up the scribbles on the branch next to her, and Ming Chengyou said to her with a smile, "I made a wish, I hope I can live a long life."

Fu Ran laughed out loud, "It's really vulgar."

"I'll treat you to a cake." Ming Chengyou squatted down, held the snow and brought it to Fu Ran's mouth. She lowered her head and looked, before she opened her mouth, the firm snow ball was pressed against her face.

The force was very light, and the sudden coolness made the pores shrink unconsciously, and there was a cold taste in his mouth.

Half of the snow ball rolled to his chest, Fu Ran caught it with his hands and threw it directly to Ming Chengyou's forehead, "I hate it!"

She held back for a long time before choking out these two words.

Zhao Lan walked into Mingzheng's room, and after looking around, he saw his son on the balcony. Mingzheng had a cigarette between his fingers, and the glass of red wine next to him had bottomed out, and only the remaining dark red juice could be seen.

Following Ming Zheng's line of sight, she saw Fu Ran and Ming Chengyou playing in the square, and Zhao Lan leaned close to Ming Zheng, "Xiao Ran, is that the girl you liked before entering Ming's house?"

Ming Zheng took a deep breath, staring at the figures of the two as if no one else was there.

Zhao Lan put her hand on Ming Zheng's shoulder distressedly, "Mom, I'm sorry for you. From the time I gave birth to you to now, I selfishly wanted you to integrate into the Ming family, but I really ignored your feelings."

Mingzheng's eyes were moved, and he couldn't bear it, so he said helplessly, "Mom, it's all over."

Through the distance where the smoke curled up, he saw the two downstairs who were hugging and kissing, but the gap between eyes and eyes closed seemed to be as far away as the end of the world, and he couldn't hold it even if he stretched out his hand.

Fu Ran lay on Ming Chengyou's shoulders, and her heart jumped with happiness and sense of belonging that she had never had before. She looked at the huge cake, and her heart was already filled to the brim.

The hotel security rushed over and said that they made a mess of the road that had just been cleaned. Fu Ran was busy apologizing, but Ming Sanshao was in a good mood today, so he threw out the ticket and asked him to clean up quickly, "Don't ruin my cake Already, or else you will look good."

Fu Ran dragged him to the gate, "Don't talk about money all the time, understand?"

"This is the fastest way to solve the problem." Ming Chengyou pointed to the security guard who was cleaning the road. Fu Ran asked him to wait for her in the hall, while he picked up the broom to help.

Fu Ran is sometimes so stubborn that it is a headache, Ming Chengyou can't help but smile, staring at her back who is serious about sweeping the snow.

He walked over to help, rushing to help her.

The security guard next to him had a black line on his face, and his expression was obviously, Lord, stop playing and feel powerless.

Fu Ran hurriedly took the scourge of Ming Chengyou and left.

It was the most annoying at night, and Fu Ran also knew that sooner or later she would come to this point, she held down Ming Chengyou's hand, "You said you want to have a serious relationship with me, but you want to abduct someone to bed in a few words, didn't you Is this what love is all about?"

Ming Chengyou couldn't help but bury his face in Fu Ran's neck. After laughing, he turned over and lay beside Fu Ran, with his arms around her chest, "I'm my first love, really, I won't lie to you."

Fu Ran almost laughed out loud, turned around and suddenly met Ming Chengyou's serious eyes, she swallowed her words again, Ming Chengyou's forehead pressed against her neck, "Someday you will sleep with me, tell me Come on, don't make me wait."

Pooh.

Fu Ran pursed her lips, "You treat me like you, full of colored thoughts."

"Spiritual love also requires physical practice."

Fu Ran rubbed against the edge of the bed, "Take care of your lower body, otherwise, you'd better go find a room by yourself."

Ming Chengyou put his arms around her and obediently remained still.

Fu Ran shrank into his arms, turned around and threw his back to Ming Chengyou, then closed his eyes.

Ming Chengyou couldn't fall asleep for a while, he brushed away the shattered hair on Fu Ran's cheeks with his big palm, revealing her clear profile side face, he moved his thin lips to kiss her lightly on her cheekbones, and his arms around her became a little stronger .

Ming Chengyou's chest was pressed against Fu Ran's back, and the resentment and hatred before returning to Ying'an City began to subside unconsciously.

He asked himself, is it true that after liking someone, people will become tolerant?

How could she pull her hand away, her cruel heart, the pain that hit her heart once, why can't it be worth the coquettish anger of her gentle and soft words now?

Ming Chengyou is like this.

It is useless to be reminded him a million times or ten thousand times, if he can see it, he will really see it.But if he wants to fall into it, no one will be able to pull him back.

The next day, I opened the curtains and looked at the mountains in the distance. Sure enough, the snow stopped falling.