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Jian Mingcheng was taken aback for a moment, then frowned, and said with a bit of reproach: "Don't talk nonsense about such things."

"I'm not talking nonsense." Gu Zhao defended, "Yesterday Han Qing asked me whether it's better to follow my mother or my father."

He knew that Gu Bao would not joke about this kind of thing.Hearing this, Jian Mingcheng turned around and asked doubtfully, "When did she talk to you?"

"When we went upstairs, you and my brother were walking behind, and she suddenly asked me if my parents were not together, would it be better to follow my father or my mother. I thought she was weird at the time, but then..."

Gu Zhao hesitated to speak, in fact, there is no need to continue here.Jian Mingcheng gradually felt a sense of heaviness and pain in his chest, he exhaled carefully, and began to pat the steering wheel with his hands unconsciously.The sound was even and regular, and it echoed in the car—he didn't know what it was like in his heart.

What else did Gu Zhao want to say: "Brother Cheng—" Jian Mingcheng waved his hand to stop him—looking at the back through the rearview mirror above, Gu Zhao's expression revealed a sense of indescribable taboo—he Feeling a little tired suddenly, she said to him softly: "Stop talking. Don't meddle in these things."

Gu Zhao pursed his lips, looking indifferent, fell back heavily on the back of the seat, and began to take out his mobile phone to look at it.The light from the mobile phone screen illuminates his face, which is a mixture of two diametrically opposite features: youthful and mature, like a gray area where light and darkness coexist.

Jian Mingcheng looked out of the car window again, at this time Gu Enzhong was waving at a car, his silhouette was as charming as ever.The car's lights flashed once, then again, and finally started slowly. The rear of the car kicked up a light cloud of dust, and then gradually drove away from the parking lot and disappeared from their field of vision.

Gu En returned to the car, sat in the passenger seat, and fastened his seat belt silently.Jian Mingcheng turned his head slightly, and asked him seemingly casually, "Are you all right?"

Gu Enzhong raised his head, looked at him with some doubts, then shook his head and said, "It's okay." He asked back, "What about you? Are you really going to drive?"

The topic was changed to himself without a trace, Jian Mingcheng held the steering wheel with both hands, took a deep breath, and replied, "En!"

Although Jian Mingcheng didn't know the way, fortunately, the car navigation was very dedicated, but even so, he still took the initiative to hand over the control of the steering wheel to Gu Enzhong after half an hour.

Gu Enzhong comforted him and said: "It's okay, don't be discouraged. Take your time and drive it a few more times." For such comfort, Jian Mingcheng just nodded as if he didn't care much, and looked out the window with his neck propped , did not speak.

The group drove to the small town of Yabuli, which is about four hours' drive away from the city, and gradually felt the atmosphere here is completely different from that in Harbin.

The sun was very sunny this afternoon, but the temperature was still very low, which can be felt as soon as you get out of the car.At a glance, snow-capped mountains and coniferous forests rise and fall on the distant horizon like waves.

Looking at the surrounding scenery, Jian Mingcheng took a deep breath—the coolness in the air entered his lungs along the respiratory tract, and his whole body immediately trembled. It's as if it's been washed with clean water, and it's surprisingly ethereal and clear.

There are several large ski resorts not far from each other around Yabuli, and there are also some small ski resorts of uneven quality hidden around the big ski resorts. These places are not well-known, and there are very few people who come here—they come here. One—it is said that Gu Enzhong has someone he knows here, and it is more convenient to do anything.

Although this ski resort is small, it has both junior high school and advanced ski trails, and the accommodation conditions are also very good. The overall structure imitates Japanese-style buildings. The only regret is that there is no hot spring. After Jian Mingcheng said this, Gu Enzhong said: "At the beginning During the planning, there was an idea of ​​building a hot spring, but after considering the cost, it was abandoned.”

Hearing what he said, Jian Mingcheng seemed to understand something instantly, looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "Isn't there an investment from you here too?" Obviously, he thought of the Free Roller Skating Hall in Qingteng City .

Gu Enzhong shook his head and said, "It's not an investment, it's just helping a friend."

Seeing his calm and breezy appearance, Jian Mingcheng sighed pretentiously, and said with emotion: "As expected of him coming from a business school."

Gu Enzhong didn't care about Jian Mingcheng's strange emotion, he didn't comment on it, just smiled lightly, then put his arms around Jian Mingcheng's shoulders, the two of them walked forward slowly step by step .

Two parallel footprints were left on the snow, Gu Zhao followed behind, tilted his head, curled his lips, and took two steps to the other side helplessly.

Halfway on the way, Gu Enzhong suddenly said: "There are still many things you don't know, I will tell you slowly in the future." When he said this, he touched Jian Mingcheng's hand and slowly Slowly wrap it into your own hands.Jian Mingcheng looked up at him, but said nothing.

The scenery is nice and the people are nice, so let's make things even better.

The owner of the ski resort is really Japanese—this surprised Jian Mingcheng, but not very much.According to Gu Enzhong, his friend met when he was filming. He originally worked as an arranger for movies and animations. Later, he settled down in Harbin and ran a ski resort here.

Mr. Yamada——Gu Enzhong introduced him in this way.

"初めまして、かんめいちょうです.どうぞよろしくお望いします."

Jian Mingcheng also greeted him in Japanese, and Mr. Yamada was a little surprised, and extended his hand to shake him in a friendly way—even Gu Enzhong looked at him as if he hadn’t expected it, with a little surprise and a little surprise in his eyes , and then his eyes were filled with smiles.He never knew that Jian Mingcheng could also speak a few words of Japanese.

What Jian Mingcheng learned in Fuji sophomore year was Japanese, but after not using it for so many years, most of them have almost forgotten, and only these two sentences can be used to show off.Being so conscious that he can't handle this language, naturally he didn't mention it to Gu Enzhong.

Mr. Yamada has lived in China for many years, and his Chinese is also very good.His wife, Mo Fei, is Chinese. They met and fell in love at school while his wife was studying in Japan, and they came to China together after graduation and marriage.

The couple, who formed a romantic international marriage, gave birth to a daughter. The child retains Chinese nationality with the mother, and the Chinese name follows the mother's surname, called "Mo Xueyan".The little girl's personality is the same as her name, she is quiet and shy, she only smiles lightly when she sees Gu Enzhong and the others, and there is an inconspicuous dimple on the right side of her face - it is said that this is very similar to her deceased mother.The little girl also has a Japanese name, Misaki Yamada, which is also very nice.

Murphy unfortunately passed away from breast cancer five years ago. After that, Yamada ran this small ski resort like a "hidden world" in the snowy fields of northern China. This was once his wife's greatest wish during her lifetime. faithfully practiced.

After hearing this story, Jian Mingcheng was very moved, but for a while, a faint sadness gradually filled his heart, he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say after opening his mouth, so he had to shut up.

The place where Yamada arranged for them to live was a traditional Japanese-style wooden house. The house was not big, but it had a small tea room and a veranda that could lead to other rooms.

Recalling that Enzhong and Jian Mingcheng didn't share a room like they did in the hotel—in fact, they didn't live separately in those nights—but Gu Jia had an exclusive room, which made me very excited.

On the first day, they did not go to the ski slopes as usual. The three of them drank tea and chatted in the tea room under the hospitality of their host Yamada. The little girl Mo Xueyan also performed a Japanese tea ceremony for them. Human cultivation comes.

Although Yamada's Chinese is very good, when he chatted with Gu Enzhong, he still mixed in a few words of Japanese from time to time, and Gu Enzhong also said a few words from time to time-Jian Mingcheng knew that when Gu Enzhong was studying in the International Business School He has minored in Japanese and even Spanish, but he has always said that he was not a good student at that time, so he did not learn very well-this point is the same as Jian Mingcheng.

Gu Zhao seems to be very popular with the little girl. Compared with the adults, he and the little girl are also closer in age, but they are gradually able to chat happily.

After drinking tea, several people rested in their rooms.At night, light snow falls, fluttering and fluttering, in the distant shadow of the green mountains, in the freedom of heaven and earth, so pure and flawless that it is almost suffocating.

Several people walked out of the room and went to the veranda to enjoy the snow scenery.Yamada said that in this way, the snow on the slopes will accumulate thicker tomorrow, and they will be able to ski more happily.

Jian Mingcheng didn't have much expectation for this - he is still a beginner, so even if he is on the best snow track, he will inevitably have to fall a few times first. As for the fun, he can only try his best to find and experience it. .

The light snow at night also made the road even more slippery. When Yuan Chen was driving on the road, he was already careful, careful, and careful, but in the end he didn't brake, and hit the parking lot with a "bang". A car in the middle of the road ahead.

He became angry, and as soon as he got out of the car, he came to pat the window near the driver's seat, aggressively, as if he was not the one who hit the car but someone else - this is not completely wrong, who is full on this snowy night Can you park your car in the middle of the road?

The man in the car was talking on the phone irritably, when the buttock of the car was hit like this, he was so shaken that he almost jumped out of his seat.He cut off the phone, and as soon as he took off his seat belt, the car windows were slapped and slammed.

The car window didn't come down, but the car door was opened directly, and the man inside walked down with a full of hostility. The heat around him seemed to raise the temperature around him by two degrees in an instant.

"Hey, what do you mean by parking your car in the middle of the road and being hit by people on such a day?"