Sir, what if it's too cold?

"This brat can't even speak Hua Guo fluently, don't listen to his nonsense." When passing the expressway tollbooth, Zhao Yi turned his head to comfort Xu Muran: "It's just that he was hacked, and the court hasn't even gone to court yet. It’s just temporary detention at the police station. It’s okay, trust your teacher Zhou.”

"I know, she's not that kind of person." Xu Muran cried for a while, his eyes were still red, and he asked Zhao Yi in a hoarse voice: "By the way, about the two of us... When did you know?"

"It's not long," Zhao Yi said with a half-smile, "just the second day after you two got together."

Xu Muran: ...

"Zhou Sheng told me that Zhou Qing excitedly told him for a long time, what, finally caught Andrea and so on..."

She raised her eyes to look at Zhou Sheng who was sleeping in the back seat in the rearview mirror, and a bitter taste lingered on the tip of her tongue.She changed her posture and heard Zhao Yi ask again: "Have you figured it out?"

"what?"

"Have you thought about...the matter with Zhou Qing?"

Zhao Yi stared straight ahead, put his fingers on the steering wheel, and tapped slowly: "When you were in school, everyone said you were easy to talk to, you were a nice guy, and you could change your mind with any persuasion.

"During those days, only I knew that you were not what they said. I never persuaded you to be your best friend. You, if you recognize something, you won't let it go.

"Your parents wanted you to apply to the Department of Finance, but you didn't, and said you wanted to be a reporter, so you suddenly changed your choice and reported to the news.

"Later you finally became a reporter. I don't know that you didn't regret it. I only know that you have lost a lot of weight. Are you tired from running outside every day?"

Just at the red light, Zhao Yi held Xu Muran's hanging left hand with his right hand, squeezed it lightly, then quickly glanced at Zhou Sheng who was sleeping, and said in a low voice: "I don't know who Zhou Qing provoked, But judging from this matter, it must be unusual for the other party to be so fast. You are not related to her, so why bother to wade into this muddy water behind her?"

"Aren't they related?" Xu Muran's eyes widened excitedly: "No, I'm not related to her, or because of her?"

"She's my girlfriend! How can I abandon her at a time like this?"

"I know, of course I know that she is your girlfriend." Zhao Yi's tone slowed down, as if he was giving her a pat on the back, "The problem is, she is your girlfriend now, and she will be your girlfriend in a month. It's your girlfriend after the next year... What about three years later? Five years later? Ten years later?"

She stopped at a gas station, raised her slender eyebrows, and looked at Xu Muran closely: "Are you sure you are willing to bear the reputation of being gay for the rest of your life for her?"

"You're not born with... just like that, you are so popular with girls, if you don't have one or two conversations when you are in school. Why don't you try other ways, and you have to run into trouble with Zhou Qing?

"I still remember that you wrote a love letter to the school grass, ah, I'm talking about a man, but you didn't send it in the end."

"Besides, if you don't go abroad with her and stay in Haicheng, how can you explain to your parents? Even if your parents agree, how can you explain to your relatives and friends?"

"Look at their Zhou family, Zhou Sheng also..." She smoked a cigarette from the cigarette case, only pinched it in her hand, and did not light it: "Look at him sleeping like this, because of Zhou Qing's business these few days Running around, looking for relationships, not much rest. Their family has moved abroad for some years, and there are not many people who still talk to them..."

The moonlight is like water, and the night is frighteningly cool.

Xu Muran was so choked up that he couldn't speak, buried his face in his hands, and silently listened to Zhao Yi's continuation.

"You're in your early twenties, you're young, and you have a big world to see."

"You...forget it, I'm done talking here, and you should understand the rest." Zhao Yi sighed deeply, and got out of the car lightly: "Think about it carefully."

Xu Muran clenched his hands in pain, his nails sank into his palm, leaving a few white marks.

It turned out to be just a slight sob, which gradually turned into a low whimper.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Yi returned to the driver's seat wrapped in cold wind and dust.

There were still tears on the friend's face, and his hair brushed his eyelashes, feeling desolate for a while.The whole person was wrapped in a large army green coat, and looked a little pitiful.

Before Zhao Yi could speak, she spoke first: "I've made up my mind."

"I'm going to find her."

Life is a long road, and it is not easy to meet a friend who is not unpleasant, let alone a partner who supports you unconditionally in all aspects.

She is indeed young, reckless, sometimes sloppy, but still hot-blooded.The scenery without Zhou Qing is not called scenery, and all the beautiful scenery on good days are empty.

Her ideal person must be a peerless hero, and Zhou Qing, she is that peerless hero.

Two days later, Xu Muran saw Zhou Qing in the detention center.

Logically speaking, only lawyers could meet with criminal suspects during the detention period, but Zhou Sheng let her in after relying on his old acquaintances from the Zhou family and giving her some gifts.

She stared at the woman on the other side of the glass, who was almost out of shape in just two months, and almost shed tears: "How could such a thing happen..."

Zhou Qing raised her knuckles and knocked on the glass, saying softly, "Don't cry... Tears can't solve the problem. Besides, you know, I'm not that kind of person."

Correct.

Xu Muran was so angry that he wanted to grit his teeth: academic fraud?How could she! ?

Go blind!

Zhou Qing said again: "They don't have any definite proof yet, I guess they will go out in two days, and then I have to make a careful calculation. What is going on here?"

"Hmm." Xu Muran was in a state of confusion and didn't know what to say. He only heard a soft "rustle" from the opposite side, and Zhou Qing slowly spread out a sketchbook: "Look, does it look good?"

It was a woman, or rather, a doll.The back of the puppet is facing away from the paper, so the real face cannot be seen, but the upper and lower joints and hair of the whole body are traced in great detail, which shows the artist's skill.

"You...you drew it?"

"Well," Zhou Qing closed the album gently, "When I was painting her, I kept thinking about you."

Xu Muran felt sour in his heart.At this time, Zhou Qing still thinks about her.Zhou Qing gave her all the trust, how could she live up to Zhou Qing?

"Who do you think," she said, "is behind your back?"

"There are too many people who are jealous of me, but I..." Hearing this, Zhou Qing blinked his eyes, his tone was clear and cold, but there was some meaning that he was determined to win: "I don't want them to be proud."

Xu Muran pressed his forehead against the glass, thinking, it would be nice to be closer to her.

When I first met, I never thought that I would be so fascinated by you.

Your existence is like light, like fire, like the relics of bright stars in the long river of history.

How could anyone be like her, Xu Muran thought obsessively.

Firm, strong, as if nothing could break her down.There seems to be a walker in the ice and snow in front of his eyes, with snow on his eyelashes and ice on his lips, but his eyes are shining with a never-ending tyranny unique to life.

Xu Muran couldn't help smiling, and said happily, "Then I'll wait for you and take you home."

Visiting hours ended, and she got up from the cold, hard metal seat.

Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind, rain, or sunshine when I return.