Been a child star for many years

Chapter 12: Do you really like Jingfeng so much?

The first snow that day did not stop until evening.They stayed at Jing Feng's house all afternoon, sitting around in the living room, playing with Jing Chun, chatting lazily.Fang Yun is a person who can hardly cool down the scene, especially when she is with Chang Ming, she sings and sings smoothly, and it doesn't make people feel bored just sitting like this for an afternoon.

Jing Chun was in a particularly good mood today, kissed Chang Ming when he was leaving, and obediently said good-bye to Fang Yun.The snow outside has stopped, and a path has been swept outside the corridor.Chang Ming put on his hat and wrapped the scarf that Jing Feng gave him around his neck, and walked slowly with his hands in his pockets.Fang Yun was not afraid of the cold, so she lit two cigarettes out of the wind and gave one to Chang Ming.

They just smoked while walking towards the parking place, in the snow and ice, the puff of smoke mixed with the white air of their breath, as if they could never finish exhaling.

Fang Yun was wearing knee-high boots, kicking the snowdrifts on the side of the road, and after a while, a small dark spot appeared on the toes of her toes.

Chang Ming laughed at her: "Why do you look like Xiao Chun?"

Fang Yun puffed out a puff of smoke, and cast a sideways glance at him: "You can't have a childlike innocence."

"Okay, that must be done." Chang Ming also kicked twice, jumping around on the spot.

The car was not far away, but Fang Yun's footsteps slowly stopped.

Chang Ming turned to look at her.The makeup on her face is still exquisite and moving, dyed with a touch of light red blown by the cold wind, against the large off-white scarf, the world is bleak, and there is a beautiful woman of her own.

"Chang Ming, Xiao Chun likes you very much."

Chang Ming's finger holding the cigarette moved slightly, always feeling that Fang Yun's expression was a little strange.He nodded: "ah, my only fan. I like him too."

Fang Yun kicked the snow on the side of the road again, exhaled, and put the cigarette butt in her hand into the trash can.

Chang Ming was inexplicably shocked: "Sister...you can't be...scared by Xiaochun?"

Fang Yun was puzzled: "What?"

Chang Ming tried to organize his words: "Xiaochun's situation is quite special. If you are with Jingfeng in the future, this will definitely be a problem. However, Xiaochun is not troublesome. If," Chang Ming turned his eyes away, " If you really like Jingfeng, don't be discouraged by Xiaochun."

Fang Yun stared at Chang Ming for a while, then stepped in front of Chang Ming's eyes, raised her leg and kicked his ass.

"This brain circuit is really as good as the eighteen bends of the mountain road." Fang Yun ignored Chang Ming's screaming, and walked to the car with a coat wrapped around her.

After getting into the car, Chang Ming was not in a hurry to start it. He turned on the air conditioner and rubbed his hands, watching Fang Yun open the drawer to pick out a CD.

"What is this?" Fang Yun frowned, and picked up a bag of candied haws from the side of the CD case.

"..." Chang Ming sighed, he had completely forgotten about it, and reached out to take one, peeled it off and put it in his mouth.

"Jingfeng bought it. He was in Beijing a while ago."

Fang Yun held the candied haws and threw them back into the drawer in disgust, flipping through the CDs and laughing, "Oh, our little handsome guy is so cute, and he loves to eat this."

Chang Ming was a little nervous, he didn't say that it was specially brought to him by Jingfeng.When talking about Jingfeng in front of Fang Yun, he was always inexplicably guilty.

"Hey," Fang Yun pulled out a CD and put it in the player, it was Xu Wei's CD, "Do you think I have high hopes?"

"What?" Chang Ming was still in his own thoughts and didn't realize what she was asking.

"Jingfeng." Fang Yun leaned back, resting her arms on the pillow, "You said that I am a woman chasing a man across the mountain, and he is several years younger than me. Alas, when will I be able to meet this handsome and sunny boy?" Accept the mature and beautiful young lady?"

Chang Ming was nervous and wanted to laugh at the same time, the expression on his face was twisted.

He thought about it, and asked half jokingly and half seriously: "Do you really like Jingfeng so much?"

Fang Yun turned her head and looked at Chang Ming: "I like it. Do you think it will work?"

Chang Ming sniffed, and gripped the steering wheel with extra force: "My sister is so nice, chasing him is easy. The day you two really get married, I will get a matchmaker's red envelope."

Fang Yunhu snorted at Chang Ming's hair and laughed.After killing the messy hair on his head, Fang Yun brushed it back again and again, and said slowly: "Chang Ming, I've been wandering around for so many years, it's not easy to meet someone I want of."

Chang Ming turned to look at her, but her eyes fell on Chang Ming's hair and remained motionless.

"Maybe I'm not very smart about it. I just figured, whatever it is, I've got to try."

Xu Wei is still singing, let us warm each other.

Fang Yun finally let go of Chang Ming's hair, let out a breath, and waved her hand like a commander: "Xiao Mingzi, get up and send me back to the palace!"

"Hey!" Stepping on the accelerator, the front is the white dusk after the snow, the street lights have just come on, and the young lady singing softly with Xu Wei can be heard in the car.

Before the first snow has melted, Christmas is here.The day before the festival, Chang Ming was taken aback when he entered the office. The little girls in the office who had been excited for a whole week were so gorgeous today, and there was no one without makeup.All of them wore heavy makeup and were dressed as if they were in a beauty pageant. Their bare thighs looked cold.

"Morning, Chang Ming." The table next door raised his eyes and greeted Chang Ming while touching up his makeup.

"Morning." Chang Ming said happily, "It's rare for the female compatriots to work so hard today."

"Tch," the little girl didn't even raise her head, "Thanks to Jesus, it's rare that the office appearance has improved a few notches, so just have fun."

Chang Ming hastily nodded and said yes, and scanned around, it was indeed pleasing to the eye.At leisure in the morning, Chang Ming scrolled through Moments for a while, and the young lady posted a photo of the snow scene on the balcony, with the text: "Even the year-round editor has asked for leave for a date, and I have nothing left to love."

Chang Ming gave a thumbs up: "Your Majesty is wise, Xiao Mingzi will remember to burn the paper."

There are a lot of Merry Christmas messages, Chang Ming glanced at them, but there is no Jingfeng.Yes, gentlemen, it's normal not to be as excited as a little girl for Christmas.Putting away the phone, he took a deep breath in the smell of the perfume from the next table, almost choking.Chang Ming coughed twice and buried himself in his work.

There were already many girls in the magazine office, but today the spring breeze was blowing all over the room, and the director simply waved everyone off work before 5 o'clock.The girls hurried away with their bags in their hands, and the fellow men who had dates also left one after another, leaving only a few people who didn't know where they were going and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Chang Ming is one of them.If it was not long ago, he might have called the young lady, or found Jingfeng, and begged for mercy.But now he can't find both.Chang Ming checked his phone. It was already this time, and the young lady didn't ask him out for dinner like she did during the holidays.He thought, Miss Sister might have made an appointment with Jingfeng.

That's right, going out with Jingfeng is called a date; going out with Changming, Fang Yun is like a babysitter, she can't even ride a bicycle.Thinking of this, Chang Ming silently packed up his things and went home.

Christmas is a festival that young people spend a lot of time on. Chang Ming followed suit when he was a child, bought a big red apple and tied it with a ribbon to give to his grandma, and was scolded.His grandma was very resolute back then, and she could talk about these small problems all night, for fear that he would grow crooked if he was careless.So Chang Ming didn't really feel much about this festival. Looking at the hustle and bustle outside, Chang Ming smiled very coolly.Thinking of grandma, Chang Ming turned the steering wheel and went to the cemetery before getting off work early, before the traffic jam started. With a small bottle of white wine in his pocket, he sat in front of the tombstone and chatted with grandma for a while.He still needs to drive, and dare not drink, the small bottle is poured on the grave. Grandma used to drink such a couple of sips with Chang Ming in the winter.

It's a pity that the weather is too cold, and the sporadic snowflakes are starting to float again, which is strangely appropriate.Sitting on the ground, Chang Ming's butt was almost numb from the cold. He jumped up shyly, and said to the tombstone, "Grandma, I'm going back first. It's going to snow again. I'll come to see you another day!"

He stomped his feet and walked back, turned back in two steps, played with his waist and kissed grandma's photo.

The tombstone is icy cold, and Chang Ming's lips have long been frozen cold.I guess it's the negative and the positive, but Mingming seems nervous and feels that the photo of grandma's death seems to be warm.He kissed this, and the warmth penetrated into his body, which suddenly made his eyes turn red.

Chang Ming is a rough man, his grandmother taught him to live happily ever after since he was a child.He has never been too sad to look up at the sky.Even if his grandma passed away, he didn't cry. Grandma had already told him that he had to leave when he was old, and live a good life.

But today, in front of grandma's tombstone, he suddenly couldn't bear it anymore.

He was such a kind person, so kind that he lived alone.Grandma is gone, and the younger sister has fallen in love with Jingfeng.

He was cowardly and wronged.Touching grandma's frozen face, I felt like crying.