The group pet, Little Fatty, debuted in the C position

When the snow fell, it officially entered winter. In the new song rankings at the end of the year, the title song of Wen Yuan's new album successfully entered the rankings and won the most popular new song award.

After the New Year, Xi Tuizhi's web drama became a hit, but instead of filming continuously, he settled down to concentrate on practicing singing and dancing, and successfully held a solo concert and released a solo album.

Wen Yuan and An Wuxing also accepted several variety shows, occasionally invited by a certain director to participate in a segment, and several directors asked Wen Yuan to play a supporting role with a heavy role, but Wen Yuan refused.

Tao Zixuan's OST is one after another, and his solo concert is also in preparation. He also went abroad to study for three months under the arrangement of the company. After returning, he started to create independently, and he has also flourished in the music scene.

Dou Liang participated in a rap competition. He was invited to be a mentor in the first season, but he refused. Instead, he chose to participate as a contestant and won the championship of the season. In the second season, he sat firmly as a mentor without any criticism. It has become the ratings benchmark for rap programs in the new era.

Two years is really nothing to monsters.

But in the past two years, FRIST has truly become a recognized cosmic boy group in the entertainment industry. The fans once surpassed Bai Ye and Yu Mingqing's E·S. The unprecedented popularity once became the envy of other boy groups.

The last disbandment tour ended, and the five people on stage announced their disbandment amidst the cries of fans.

After getting off the stage, An Wuxing took off the leather jacket that jingled and rang all over his body, and put his arm around Wen Yuan's shoulder: "What are you going to eat next?"

"Let's go to the revolving restaurant. I've reserved a table." Wen Yuan poured water crazily as soon as he got off the stage, probably because of the last concert. Today, he was also aroused by the fans and made a fuss with him for a long time. It's almost smoking.

"Sure." Tao Zixuan sat on the seat and asked the makeup artist to remove his makeup.

So the five of them went directly to the revolving restaurant in Linjiang, Haishi by car after removing their makeup.

……

Tonight's FRIST group fans and individual fans are full of sad and sad parting emotions, and the super chat has been swiped by all kinds of reluctance.

Until Chaohua suddenly popped up a live link, which was still sent by An Wuxing.

The fans clicked in with a confused face, and then saw An Wuxing's big face staring at the camera.

"Can you hear it? It's the first time I've done a live broadcast by myself. I don't know if the classification is correct." An Wuxing muttered over there, and after seeing the barrage reaction, he waved at the camera, "Good evening Ah, are you all home?"

[There is no TVT yet, on the high-speed rail]

[When I got home, I was lying on the bed and crying, and then I saw your slap in the face]

【An Hanhan, are you getting fat again? 】

An Wuxing squinted his eyes to see the barrage clearly, and hummed dissatisfiedly: "I'm not fat, I've been exercising recently."

After finishing speaking, he switched the lens to the rear camera and turned around with his mobile phone: "Today's live broadcast is chatting about eating, Wen Yuanyuan, bring me a cup of Coke!"

Wen Yuan didn't give it to him: "If you drink a cup, today's exercise will be in vain."

"..." An Wuxing's voice weakened, "Then bring me orange juice."

Wen Yuan gave him a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, sat on his seat and looked out the window: "The scenery here is really beautiful."

"That's why it's expensive." Tao Zixuan sat next to An Wuxing, raised his glass and touched Wen Yuan, "The richest golden position."

"I remember... this building seems to belong to the Huo Group." As he spoke, Tao Zixuan looked at Wen Yuan for an answer.

Wen Yuan sipped the lemonade in his hand and nodded.

【Fuck, I'm Muller】

[Wen Yuan's family is really rich! 】

[I'm so afraid that Yuan Yuan will be crazy about fishing after the team disbands because he is not short of money and lazy...]

【Sister said this, I was also scared...】

An Wuxing: "Wen Yuan, fans are afraid that you will be lazy and not answer notifications in the future."

Wen Yuan came back to his senses: "Ah, probably not."

[Should it be possible to remove it? 】

【Should... I'm crying】

Wen Yuan said: "I still have a variety show that is long-term, and I guess it will continue."

[Then besides this variety show! 】

【Is it gone QAQ】

Wen Yuan left himself a way out, he considered for a few seconds, and then replied: "Let's read the announcement."

As a result, after hearing this answer, the fans were even more sad.

An Wuxing's live broadcast covered the entire meal. The fans were still sad about the disbandment of the team, but after watching the live broadcast, they all lay down.

What's sad, the five parties can still eat happily, so they don't have to worry about it.

……

After dinner, Wen Yuan got into the car where the driver came to pick him up.

"Young master, are you going home today?"

Wen Yuan looked out the window, the downtown of Haishi was still very lively around ten o'clock, and the flashing neon lights stated the prosperity of the city.

"Go to He Ciyuan."

While the car was driving, it suddenly started to rain lightly.

The car windows were wet from the rain, forming streaks of running water.

Wen Yuan suddenly remembered that snowy day a year ago.

The power of the great way in him has almost awakened, and Huo Tan and Zhu Xiaoyue can even let him run around alone to make announcements.

But for more than a year, He Ciyuan has been by his side and never left.

The car parked outside the house, Wen Yuan got off the car and skillfully opened the door and walked in.

The living room was in darkness, without lights.

It seems that He Ciyuan is not at home.

Wen Yuan walked to the sofa in the dark suspiciously, took out his mobile phone to make a call to He Ciyuan, but just before he turned on the mobile phone, a big hand grabbed his wrist.

With a slight force of that hand, he was pulled into his arms and sat down.

A familiar smell filled the tip of his nose, Wen Yuan's nose fluttered slightly, and he rubbed against He Ciyuan's arms: "Why didn't I see you."

"I've got a surprise for you." The deep and slightly hoarse voice brushed past Wen Yuan's ear, and slammed into his eardrum heavily.

Wen Yuan suppressed his beating heart, murmured something useless in his heart, raised his head and asked him: "What surprise?"

"Didn't you want to see the snow a few days ago?" He Ciyuan wrapped one hand around Wen Yuan's fingers, rubbed his chin on Wen Yuan's shoulder, "Want to see it?"

Wen Yuan complained in a low voice: "Xiaoxue in the small world has no soul!"

He Ciyuan was not in a hurry to speak, but wrapped his arms around Wen Yuan's waist, and tapped on the waist with his fingertips a few times at random.

Wen Yuan wanted to say something, but the scene around him suddenly changed.

"Close your eyes."

Wen Yuan closed his eyes obediently, and his thick and warm palms pressed against his eyes the moment he closed them.

He felt the surrounding air stagnate suddenly, followed by the sound of the lively market.

Three question marks appeared above Wen Yuan's head.

The location of He Ciyuan's villa is excellent, the price is also excellent, the surrounding environment is quiet, worthy of the small nine-figure price, it is impossible for such a real downtown noise to appear.

The surrounding voices were chaotic, the palms covering the eyes never fell, and there was an unfathomable darkness in front of him.

Seeing that He Ciyuan didn't seem to be in a hurry to let go of his hand, Wen Yuan wasn't in a hurry either, and quietly waited for him to make any moves.

After calming down, the small voices in his ears became much clearer, and Wen Yuan even heard what they said.

"It's only August and September, why is it snowing?"

"This is really the first time. How do you say that sentence, Dou'e is wronged by the snow in July, but what about the snow in August and September?"

"Damn it, Moments are crazy. It seems to be the first time it snows at this time since I was a child. It froze me to death."

"A few days ago, the weather forecast said there would be a cold snap. I never thought that it would snow directly."

"I am awesome in the Northeast, and blindly guessing one will be on the hot search."

"The weather has become more and more extreme in recent years, alas."

"I'm so pessimistic. It's not uncommon for snow to fall at this time. You may not know that I am older than your parents. I saw snow in early September once when I was young."

The more Wen Yuan heard it, the more frightened he became.

He Ciyuan won't really make it snow somewhere, it's only the end of August now.

"Slowly open your eyes." The voice next to the ear pressed against the neck, breathing and slapping the earlobe again and again.

The hands covering his eyes slowly loosened, and Wen Yuan opened his eyes little by little.

After slowly becoming familiar with the dazzling light, Wen Yuan saw his environment clearly.

He is now standing on a tall building, in front of him are the unshielded floor-to-ceiling windows, and the heavy snow fluttering like goose feathers outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Is it really snowing?

Wen Yuan was stunned, and he stretched out his hand blankly to catch Nan Xuehuafeng, but forgot that it was indoors.

"Do you want to go out to play?" He Ciyuan asked him.

Wen Yuan nodded heavily: "Think!"

"Then change your clothes first."

Wen Yuan stared straight out of the window, opened his arms and let He Ciyuan put on a white down jacket for him.

"Okay?" Wen Yuan looked anxiously at the snow outside, after such a short period of accumulation, the ground had already been covered with a layer of white.

"What's the rush?" He Ciyuan took Wen Yuan's hand unhurriedly, and led him out of the room.

After getting on the elevator, Wen Yuan pressed the floor on the top floor, and waited excitedly for the elevator to go up.

Pushing open the door of the roof, the white all over the ground just ran into Wen Yuan's sight.

Wen Yuan bent down, held the snow in one hand, and suddenly turned around and threw it at He Ciyuan.

Wen Yuan originally thought that He Ciyuan would hide, but he didn't expect him to stand still, allowing a handful of white to hit his chest.

Wen Yuan stopped his movements, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He raised his head and turned his back to Feng Xue: "Why don't you hide?"

The rest of the voice was gradually drowned in the wind.

But He Ciyuan heard the phrase "Why are you always so kind to me?" clearly.

Never miss a word.

He made a muffled laugh, and stretched out his hand to embrace Wen Yuan: "Why don't you know why I treat you well?"

Wen Yuan paused and pursed his lips.

Of course he knew.

He Ciyuan rolled up a strand of Wen Yuan's hair, and said with a smile: "Then what are you thinking about now?"

"The group has been disbanded, and they are no longer idols."

"Do you want to stay with me?"

Wen Yuan looked at He Ciyuan's eyes full of tenderness, and quickly closed his eyes and turned his gaze to the ground.

But even if he avoided it like this, the numbness in his heart still wouldn't lie to him.

The snow fell to the ground one by one, and was covered by other snowflakes.

Because they came to the rooftop, the nearby noisy voices became much clearer.

Amidst the chaotic screams, Wen Yuan hummed lightly.

He could even clearly hear his own rapid heartbeat.

Wen Yuan took a deep breath, then turned around and hugged He Ciyuan.

"it is good!"

"I promise you."