A little sweet text

The ski resort is quite far from the departure area. It is said to be in the outskirts of the city, but in fact it is almost in the outer suburbs.

Jing Zhuo felt that the second half of the journey passed quickly, and he arrived with a couple of taps on his phone.

It may also be because thinking about things is too time-consuming.

I came to see you this morning because I was thinking about you.

Cheng Luo talked too much out of tune, this sentence is not surprising at all, but it may be that after staying with him for a long time, Jing Zhuo's sense is much sharper.

It feels different from the usual train ride, but I can't tell why it's different.

It should be because we talked a few words about feelings before this sentence, which is funny, two authentic gun|friends, why did they start talking about this.

The ski resort is on the mountain, surrounded by horse farms, grass skating fields and chapels. Many newcomers take wedding photos here. The bride’s skirt is flying and the groom’s tie is slapped on his face. The whole lawn is against the wind and there are cheers. Laughing language.

There were a bunch of heavily armed men and coaches on the slide, and Cheng Luo took him to a place where there were few people, and bent down to help him fasten his skis: "Shao, I guess your motor cells are not very developed."

This Jing Zhuo can only admit: "I only learned bicycles in high school."

"Try it." Cheng Luo got up and stood directly opposite him, stretching out his arms for him to support, "Move and feel."

The contact area between the skis and the snow surface is not small, Jing Zhuo didn't help him, and tried to move a leg, and the upper body instantly turned into an inflatable banana swinging wildly at the entrance of the mall.

The main reason was that his feet didn't listen to him, and the snowboard continued to slide forward slowly and firmly, at a faster and faster speed. When Cheng Luo grabbed his wrist, he slid out and sat down.

This posture is very strange, sitting firmly, both arms are hanging in Cheng Luo's hands, and his face is very close to his crotch.

And they have already sat down, and the skis are still moving forward slowly, getting closer and closer to the crotch.

A girl next to him slid over and looked back at them both in surprise.

It took Cheng Luo a long time to stand up, and Jing Zhuo took the pole.

"The center of gravity is forward, as long as you stay in the front, you won't fall." Cheng Luo circled around him nimbly, "The tip of the board is facing inward, and the knees are slightly bent...hey, don't poke so hard!"

With a stick, the snow almost hit the bottom, Cheng Luo sighed, and slid over to pull him up again: "What kind of enmity is there with the ground?"

Jing Zhuo wanted to laugh a little. It’s hard to say that this kind of outdoor sports is actually quite interesting. He has never thought about grass skating, skiing, and skating. Sitting at home bored.

There were many people screaming and rushing down the slide, which made him feel a little itchy: "Can you go directly to the slide?"

Just as he was talking, a shout came from the other side of the shed: "Brother!"

"This is my brother's place." Tian Shilong was recording with several other spirited boys that I was a wolf from the north, and came over in the freezing cold with my ankles exposed, "This is my elder brother, called Shan... …Brother Jing will do.”

The two bald men, one with a pot head and the other with a yin and yang head, took a step back in unison and clasped their fists together: "Brother!"

The sound was very loud, and many people around looked here.

Tian Shilong shrank his neck from the cold, and introduced Cheng Luo to them: "This is also..."

"Big brother!"

"Shilong." Jing Zhuo wanted to plunge into the snow and pretend to be a snowman at the moment, "Can we let the brothers call me by my name? Those who don't know think that Hey Society| will have a ceremony of worshiping the master, which will affect your brother's business."

Tian Shilong didn't realize it, and scratched his head: "Are you two here? Do you want to stay overnight? The new hotel is open for trial operation."

"There is a hotel in this place?" Jing Zhuo looked at the surrounding wasteland.

"Wedding celebration." Tian Shilong said.

Jing Zhuo looked back at Cheng Luo.

"Stay here, and come back tomorrow morning." Cheng Luo smiled, "I finally dragged you out."

Seeing the people on the top of the mountain fall to the bottom or slide smoothly up the flat track, Jing Zhuo was faintly excited when going up the slide.

"Lean forward." Cheng Luo asked him again, standing beside him, "Can you do it?"

"Row."

The three people next to them shouted "three two one" full of enthusiasm, and they went down and bumped into each other halfway, twisting and twisting together to the bottom, and a very slippery child giggled around them.

"Are you sure?" Cheng Luo asked.

Before he finished speaking, Jing Zhuo poked his staff on the ground, whoosh, disappeared.

... very wild.

Cheng Luo froze for a moment before realizing it, and hurriedly looked down.

What about people? !

Among the crowd of red, green and pink people, Jing Zhuo couldn't be found at all.

Looking down, he saw a pair of skis halfway up the mountain.

Jing Zhuo sat quietly on the ground as if he was sliding down a slide, sliding down at a not slow speed.

Is this slippery ass coming?

"Don't use your butt to brake!" Cheng Luo yelled, his voice was scattered in the bitter mountain wind, he couldn't hold back his joy, and quickly took out his mobile phone to record.

Jing Zhuo turned his back to look for help while braking on his buttocks, looking pitiful and funny, Cheng Luo choked on the wind.

The board was left alone on the mountainside, Jing Zhuo stood up holding his numb buttocks, and shouted at him: "Do you want to go back and get the skis!"

"Why don't you take a taxi and get down by yourself?" Cheng Luo put away the phone with a smile, "Wait!"

With a little ski pole, he slid down from the top of the mountain.

At the halfway up the mountain, he suddenly turned around, and some people around who were struggling to stand up picked up the skis with one hand and the other in surprise.The steel board was not light, but Cheng Luo grabbed it with one hand and slid all the way to the bottom of the mountain.

Jing Zhuo covered his numb and cold ass and looked at him.

Gray ski suit, black goggles, 360-degree turn down very coolly, hair blown wantonly by the wind, the whole person is like...a big moth.

Putting down the skis, Cheng Luo was still laughing, and threw the ski pole to pat the snow behind him: "Put the center of gravity back a bit, and just lie down."

There was nothing else involved in these two shots, but Jing Zhuo was a little awkward, and moved to the side: "I'll try again."

The pants almost frayed by the fifth try.

This motor cell is estimated to have hibernated directly.

Cheng Luo changed his method, stuck the skis of the two together, and led him down.

"Put your head on my back, don't use your legs, and keep your center of gravity forward." Cheng Luo turned around and asked, "Are you standing still?"

"Steady." Jing Zhuo tightened his hand on his shoulder again.

Cheng Luo touched the ski poles: "Let's go."

There was a sudden sound of wind in my ears, my eyelids were moved back by the wind, and my face was so painful from being scratched.

But it is very cool, it seems that if it is a little faster, it can take off with the wind.

The snow ground was moving rapidly under his feet, and everything around him was so white and chaotic that he couldn't see clearly, only the person in front of him steadily controlled the center of gravity and speed.

The top of the mountain is sunny, and the sun in winter is not even considered warm, but the snow is shining with fine light.

"Are you happy!" Cheng Luo shouted in the wind.

"Cool!" Jing Zhuo's heart was beating fast, and his voice was full of excitement.

Feeling another burst of acceleration, his feet suddenly became unsteady.

The skis slammed apart, and the two fell sideways at the same time. They rolled together like an octopus for a long time, and finally stopped slowly when they reached the flat ground.

The coach of the ski resort passed by the two of them, but he didn't realize at a glance that this was a group of people entangled: "It's all right!"

Cheng Luo stretched out a hand from the mess and waved it weakly.

The two kept your arms in the bend of my legs and my neck was stuck in a position where I didn't know where you were, and lay in confusion and pain for a few seconds.

"Spoon." Cheng Hou's head was pressed against the snow, numb from the cold, "lift your legs."

Jing Zhuo raised his leg with difficulty, and Cheng Luo felt it: "No, let's lift the other one."

Jing Zhuo stretched his head to take a look, then took his hand from under his back: "That's an arm."

The two tentatively moved their arms and legs, as if untying a nine-chain chain.

His whole body ached, and when Cheng Luo got up, his elbows were sore and he couldn't support himself, so he just lay on Jing Zhuo's body.

"Get up..." Jing Zhuo frowned, such a big thing almost squeezed his lungs out, just as his hands touched Cheng Luo's snow-soaked hair, he paused.

Cold, right there on the back of the head.

After hesitating for a moment, Jing Zhuo pressed his hand tightly.

The two lay still on the ground for a few seconds. The girl from just now slid past and gave them another surprised look.

"Get up." Jing Zhuo patted him.

"It's cold on the top of your head, let's warm it up for a while." Cheng Luo shrank down a little bit.

For the remaining one hour, Jing Zhuo watched Cheng Luo, the big moth, get on the conveyor belt again and again and come down again and again, sitting on the sidelines picking snow to make a snowman.

Standing on the conveyor belt with the skis again, I slowly found some feeling. After falling halfway for the fifth time, I tried again and it turned out to be a success.

He slid completely from the top of the mountain to the flat ground at the bottom of the mountain. When he stopped, Jing Zhuo turned around and waved vigorously at Cheng Luo on the top of the mountain.

Cheng Luo pressed the stop recording button, and also held up the snowball fight in his hand.

In the evening, Tian Shilong came to ask them to have dinner, and the other wolves from the north were also there. They all had the same style as Tian Shilong, bragging about social jokes and binge drinking. .

"I'll get him out, and it will be troublesome if I feel sick to my stomach at night and want to eat." Tian Shilong looked at the pit next to him, set up the man, and directed Yin Yang, "Second brother, you go and arrange a place for the big brothers."

The hotel is newly built. It is located at the foot of the mountain. It is a small building. The building imitates the Gothic style. The inside is just ordinary decoration. It has a total of two floors and not many rooms.

"Oh, fuck me." The second child flicked through the booklet and touched the yin and yang head in surprise, "There is only one big bed room left... Is my business so good?"

It's unrealistic to find another place in this wilderness to drink water and drink with these people until midnight, just in case a wolf really sprang out somewhere.

The second child pinched his fingers and counted for a long time: "Why don't Brother Long and Baldy sleep with me, and the three of us will squeeze into one room..."

"No!" Tian Shilong yelled from the toilet, "The baldy rolled eight times on the toilet floor!"

The second child looked at Cheng Luo and Jing Zhuo with some embarrassment.

"Then let's... squeeze together." Jing Zhuo said.

In the room at the far end of the second floor of the hotel, the voice-activated light broke down shortly after it was installed. The second child cursed and sent them to the place, yawning and going down.

It's also a bit strange, the light started to flicker as soon as the second child left, and when Jing Zhuo swiped his room card to enter the door, Jing Zhuo caught a glimpse of Cheng Luo from the corner of his eye and paused.

"Why is it at the very end?" Jing Zhuo pretended to be careless and whispered, "It's not good."

Cheng Luo heard that his tone was a little nagging, and asked nervously, "Why not?"

"The room at the end is very gloomy." Jing Zhuo came in and took off his wet clothes, and looked back at him, "Haunted."