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"Aren't you welcome?" Zhang Yao shook the snowflakes on her shoulders, and took two steps forward.

"Uh no..." Shen Zhifei's eyes fell on her thin clothes.

Zhang Yao only wore a thin turtleneck sweater, and a windbreaker that was not much thicker than autumn clothes. Her ears were red from the cold, and the tip of her face and nose were also faintly reddened.

Without further ado, Shen Zhifei took off the scarf around her neck, walked over and wrapped it around Zhang Yao's neck irresistibly, and held down her hand before Zhang Yao raised her hand to push her away. It was cold, and her face sank , "I'm not cold, wrap up."

"Why are you fierce?" Zhang Yao asked her with an unchanged expression, her tone was calm, without any emotional ups and downs, but Shen Zhifei knew that she was acting like a baby.

Shen Zhifei squeezed her cold palm, "It's not fierce, I'm afraid you will freeze to death."

In high school, Zhang Yao's body was not considered strong, and she had a cold and fever every time the season changed, and Shen Zhifei worried about it a lot.

Zhang Yao wanted to say something else, but Shen Zhifei smiled and led her to walk. She said, "Okay, why are you here? You don't need to pay New Year's greetings anymore?"

"I escaped from a relative's house." Zhang Yao blinked, "My parents must be angry, and now I am temporarily homeless."

Her eyes are big, with clear brown pupils, as clean as a child who doesn't know much about the world.Shen Zhifei felt weak when he saw it, and wanted to pinch her cheek very much.

But now Zhang Yao is not her girlfriend, of course she doesn't dare, so she can only hold Zhang Yao's hand tightly and look away without any trace.

Shen Zhifei cleared his throat, and whispered, "I won't be homeless, I... I welcome you anytime."

Zhang Yao pushed up the scarf to cover up the involuntary smile.

Thinking that Shen Zhiming was at home, she would probably be very reserved, so Shen Zhifei thought of another place to go.

"Would you like to go to Sister Anshu's bar?" Shen Zhifei led Zhang Yao, ready to walk back.

Anshu's bar is also closed on the first day of the new year. Although there are not many customers, she just wants to have fun. Watching people come and go is more enjoyable than sitting in a room alone.

"Hmm." Zhang Yao actually doesn't remember what An Shu looks like, and the last time she met in the shopping mall, she only remembered that she should be a mature woman, and she looked like a caring big sister when she tried on Shen Zhifei's clothes.

Zhang Yao's pace slowed down a little.

Shen Zhifei noticed it, but didn't ask. She thought, if Zhang Yao wanted to say it, she would say it directly. If she didn't want to, she didn't want to force anything.

Shen Zhifei just slowed down, and the two of them walked in the light snow.

From time to time, Shen Zhifei turned his head to look at Zhang Yao, as if the person she was leading would disappear suddenly, and also as if it was the first time he saw Zhang Yao, carefully spying on her beauty.

"Look at the road." After Shen Zhifei nearly tripped her for the third time, Zhang Yao finally couldn't help but speak.

This person had already looked at her several times, and she admitted that such caring eyes did give her a sense of security and satisfaction, but it was too careless for her who was walking.

Shen Zhifei glanced at the thin layer of snow accumulated on top of Zhang Yao's head, then raised his free hand to touch the snow on his own head, and a smile crept up his eyebrows unconsciously.

Like what was said in the book, if they were not careful, they would turn gray together.

Shen Zhifei stroked the melted snow on her fingertips, and the cool touch quickly warmed up. She said, "Happy New Year."

In the following New Year, Shen Zhifei never felt too happy. There were only two people in the family, and it was deserted, and there were traces of their family being lively everywhere.

It can even be said that Shen Zhifei feels sad every time the reunion festival is celebrated.

The family reunion that many people take for granted, she can no longer have in this life.

This year is the first Spring Festival that she feels sincerely happy in the future, just because she can hold Zhang Yao's hand again.

Zhang Yao lowered her eyes and kept looking at the road. She finally turned her head when she heard the sound, and her eyes moved from the snow to Shen Zhifei's face. She was saying this blessing seriously.

She still remembered what Shen Zhifei said in the shopping mall at that time. She said that she would say "Happy New Year" again after the Spring Festival.

At that time, she didn't have too much hope for this, after all, this person's ex-convict who said he disappeared was really a big shadow to her.

But now, the simple four words gave her a little confidence in the future——Shen Zhifei is slowly telling her with little things, that this time she will do what she says and will not No more appointments.

Zhang Yao pursed her lips, fluttered her long eyelashes, and said softly, "Happy New Year."

When she followed Shen Zhifei to the destination, Zhang Yao realized that this bar was the one she had visited last time. She remembered the doll bear whose singing voice was very similar to Shen Zhifei.

And that familiar bracelet.

Zhang Yao moved her right hand held by Shen Zhifei, and she still wore the bracelet on her wrist.

"arrive."

Shen Zhifei's words interrupted Zhang Yao's thoughts, and Zhang Yao temporarily gave up the idea of ​​taking out the bracelet and taking a closer look.

As soon as An Shu opened the door, she saw Shen Zhifei carrying a bag of books. She greeted her with a smile, and naturally reached out to take it, "Aren't you with your brother today? Why come to my place when you have time?"

"He does homework." Shen Zhi took Zhang Yao a step forward and introduced to An Shu: "This is Zhang Yao, I...my friend."

An Shu's expression became unnatural for a moment, but it was only for a moment, and she put away that emotion in a moment, and burst into a polite smile that was just right.

Anshu smiled and stretched out her right hand: "It's a pleasure to meet you, Anshu."

Zhang Yao also shook hands with her generously, with a calm expression on her face, but not indifferent, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Shen Zhifei watched the two shaking hands with relief. She felt proud of introducing her daughter-in-law to her family.

This is the first friend Shen Zhifei brought, An Shu couldn't help but take a few more glances.

I have to admit that this woman is very good-looking, not Shen Zhifei's type who looks amazing at first glance, but the aura exuding from her body is unmatched by many people.

Is this the person she likes?

An Shu's eyes darkened, and she smiled lightly at Shang Zhang Yao's puzzled gaze, "Come in and sit down."

The guests do as they please, and Zhang Yao sat at the bar with Shen Zhifei.

An Shu picked up the mixing glass, "What would you like to drink? Asen is not here, so you can only taste the skills of my boss."

If Anshu doesn't go home, her employees will always go home for the New Year.

"Then we are lucky." Shen Zhifei smiled like a little fox.

Anshu's bartending skills are also very good. At first, she specially studied with a master for a few months. After the bar became popular, she seldom bartended by herself. Even Shen Zhifei only had a drink once or twice. That's all.

"You are the only one who is poor." An Shu poured some wine into the glass.

Shen Zhifei always wanted to see Zhang Yao, so in order not to make her feel uncomfortable, he had no choice but to look around at the chandeliers, tables and chairs, wine cabinets in the bar...

The box in the corner attracted Shen Zhifei's attention: "Sister, what is that?"

The box was quite big, estimated to be forty or fifty centimeters high.

An Shu took a look at it, and said: "Oh, your work clothes, the old bear headgear was accidentally crushed by a customer last time, I bought you a new one, so that you don't have to wear work clothes and stop singing when you come back. .”

Zhang Yao subconsciously looked at Shen Zhifei when she heard Xiong, but the man didn't look at her, but quickly looked away.

Shen Zhifei: "..." Sister An Shu, do you know that you sold me?

An Shu on the edge of the storm didn't notice it at all. She glanced at the microphone on the stage and raised her eyebrows: "Sing two songs? It's too quiet. The wine I mixed has no soul."

Shen Zhifei shook his head, and winked at An Shu while he was pinning his hair: "No, sister, that's what I do when I sing."

"Singing is pretty good," but Anshu was concentrating on looking at the wine with a measuring cup, completely ignoring Shen Zhifei's eyes asking for help, "A Sen said that if you took off your headgear and sang, you would definitely gain a lot of fans."

"I do not......"

"Can you?"

Just as Shen Zhifei wanted to continue to evade, Zhang Yao's indifferent question came to his ear.

She looked at herself fixedly, with some thin expectation in her eyes.

Shen Zhifei suddenly remembered that Zhang Yao seemed to have never heard herself sing.

"You want to hear?" Shen Zhifei put down the water glass in his hand.

Zhang Yao didn't speak. After a while, she nodded her head indistinctly.

"Okay." Shen Zhifei bit his lower lip, looked at the box in the corner tangled, and finally stood directly on the stage.

Zhang Yao looked at Shen Zhifei under the stage lights, with a little joy in her eyes.

Shen Zhifei is always like this, quietly fulfilling all her requests, even things she didn't want to do at first.

An Shu knocked the cup on the table not too gently, "You don't wear dolls anymore?"

"No." Shen Zhifei blinked and turned up the microphone a little bit.

There are no greedy eyes here, so she should not be afraid anymore.

When Shen Zhifei began to hum along with the melody, a clear expression appeared on Zhang Yao's face. Her eyes looked at Shen Zhifei's right hand holding the microphone. Shiny slightly.

The bear that day was her.

Zhang Yao clasped her wrist, gently stroking the sunny baby on her wrist.

"She has been singing with me for many years." An Shu said suddenly.

Knowing that she was talking to herself, Zhang Yao withdrew her gaze and looked at Anshu waiting for her next words.

"She used to be very miserable. As soon as she became an adult, she had to earn money."

Zhang Yao's hand on her thigh tightened unconsciously, "I know she is suffering."

She will treat her slowly in the future and drive away all the suffering.

An Shu mixed three glasses of wine, put two glasses on the bar, and took a sip from the other glass: "Does she like you?"

Zhang Yao didn't speak, and An Shu didn't really want to get this answer. If she didn't get an affirmative answer, at least she could deceive herself into thinking that they were just friends.

Shen Zhifei always keeps his eyes closed when he sings, and when he opens his eyes once in a while, his gaze will be fixed in the direction of Zhang Yao.

——Even if she is in a dark place, she can lock it at a glance.