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Staring at that sentence, Jing Can was stunned for half a minute. When he finally came to his senses, he jumped up from the bed, and before he had time to take a look at the window, he kicked on his slippers and ran down the street with his bare feet. upstairs.

Opening the gate of the yard, unexpectedly, he didn't see anyone standing in the wind and snow.There was only a snowman standing in the middle of the street, looking at him with a smile.

The surroundings are pure white, like a fairy tale world suddenly descending.

A tape player was placed on the snowman, and some song was playing, perhaps because the volume was turned down very low because of the late night.Jing Can couldn't hear clearly, so she approached the snowman step by step.

The melody was flowing, and after listening to a few lines, Jing Can felt a little familiar.

Just as she was fascinated by seeing and listening, suddenly a hand stretched out from behind and hooked Jing Can's neck.Jing Can shuddered, and after realizing who it was, her body, which had been tense just now, relaxed again.

He turned his head to look at the person behind him.

He Pingyi stood next to him, with his other hand still in his pocket.

"Like it?" he asked.

Jing Can nodded, rubbing her chin against He Pingyi's sleeve, it was very cold.He Pingyi stayed outside for nearly three hours, and was already frozen through. Jing Can shivered from the cold, and asked hesitantly, "You...why come to this pile of snowmen at night?"

He Pingyi didn't answer immediately, but bowed slightly, and put his chin on Jing Can's shoulder.

He stayed quietly for a while, carefully wording his words: "Isn't that obvious enough?"

He Pingyi's going back and forth and the snowman seemed to be pointing to some information, but Jing Can just took a look to solve the mystery, and dared not say it out loud.In this way, the quietness of the two people set off each other, and the falling snow seemed to have sucked out the sound between heaven and earth, leaving only the small sound of music, rubbing someone's gradually loosening ears.

He Pingyi suddenly let go of Jing Can, took a step to the side, and squatted in front of the snowman.He looked at the work he had just finished, then raised his head and took Jing Can's hand.

With a little force on her hands, Jing Can followed his will and squatted beside him.

"Do you remember this song?"

Jing Can shook her head.It sounded familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.

"When I first met you in the stairwell, this was the song that was playing on the radio station."

When mentioning that day, He Pingyi's tone of voice became soft and gentle.

As soon as he reminded her, Jing Can's memories came alive.It seemed that the melody was indeed like that that day, but the stairwell was noisy, and even his hearing became blurred after taking off his glasses, so he couldn't hear the melody or the lyrics clearly.

"Do you know what it's singing?"

Jing Can shook her head.

Just as the song finished playing, He Pingyi raised his hand to sweep a few flakes of snow off Jing Can's head, and then put the down jacket hat on Jing Can's back on his head.

The hat blocked the wind and snow, but it couldn't stop the heart that seemed to jump into the night sky.

"Then listen now."

There was a short noise from the tape player, followed by the sound of the guitar.The dark and silent environment magnifies the world of sound, allowing Jing Can to understand every line of the song clearly.

Jing Can didn't deliberately associate it, but every point of joy seemed to point to the same shadow.Time seems to be traced back suddenly, in the corridor, on the playground, in the classroom, on the way home... A piece of memory has become a piece of scene sketching, along the axis of time, strung together into a complete The MV belongs to him alone, an exclusive collector's edition.

He was so engrossed in the songs and stories that he forgot what he was facing at this moment.Until the last line of the lyrics ended, the last note fell, and the surroundings returned to tranquility, He Ping, who was already leaning sideways, stepped forward and asked, "Have you finished listening?"

Jing Can nodded under her hot breath.

"Did you understand what he sang this time?" He Pingyi asked again.

"Almost... understood."

Jing Can hesitated to speak, He Pingyi smiled, and answered him with what Jing Can said: "What do you mean by almost? The answer can't be almost the same."

On a snowy night, Jing Can's palms were sweating.He clenched his fists, rubbed the knuckles of his index finger with his thumb, and put his hand in his pocket.

The emotion in He Pingyi's eyes was too scorching, and Jing Can felt a belated dizziness under such gaze. He lowered his eyes, and the sound of rewinding appeared again in his ears.

The small screen of the tape machine lights up, and after the rewind sound, the song starts playing again.Jing Can pursed his lips and didn't speak, nor did he look at He Pingyi. He concentrated on listening to the song, but he didn't expect that after the prelude was over, a kiss suddenly fell on his lips.

The sudden incident, lack of experience, and the fact that the kiss was no longer as light as a superficial touch made Jing Can forget to breathe, and under the condition of lack of oxygen, he felt numb all over.

His feet were weak, his body was unstable, and he was about to fall to the side suddenly.Panic caught up to panic, and at that moment, Jing Can only had time to grab He Pingyi's arm holding the back of his head with one hand.This squeeze caused He Pingyi to fall to the side with him.

"I go……"

Accompanied by He Pingyi's exclamation, the two plunged into the snowman's stomach.

Before He Pingyi had time to confess his love, the snowman who had been building for more than an hour died on the spot.

He Pingyi's first reaction when he fell down was to hold Jing Can's head in his arms, and He Pingyi just put Jing Can's hat on him just now, so Jing Can's neck was not caught A little snow was poured in, and it didn't even touch the face.He Pingyi couldn't do it anymore, he became in a trance for a moment, feeling that he was not confessing his love, but was buried by the snow mountain for love.

Jing Can was lying on the ground. After regaining her senses, she hurriedly wanted to see what was going on with He Pingyi, but when she raised her head, her eyes were filled with white snow, and she couldn't find He Pingyi's face...

"He... He Pingyi." Jing Can hurriedly raised her hand to push the snow off his face, pawed it back and forth twice, and finally saw that handsome face.

He Pingyi smiled against Xue.

"What are you laughing at?" Jing Can feared that He Pingyi would catch a cold, and urged, "Get up."

"Hey," He Pingyi put his arms on him, not letting him move, "Why worry, I can't just throw snow on my head for nothing."

He Pingyi was completely let go of the cold, and he helped Jing Can straighten his hat again. After confirming that the hat was tightly covering his head, he suddenly turned over and pressed Jing Can under his body.

This time the kiss was different from the previous ones, He Pingyi kissed urgently and fiercely, not giving Jing Can a chance to refuse or catch her breath.There was snow falling on Jing Can's forehead, eyes, and lips, and the stacked coldness was increasing, but the body did not cool down, and the blood mixed with boiling things melted the snow that fell on the skin. Became water stains.

They kiss passionately in the snow.

Something called love never knows how to restrain itself.

Jing Can completely lost the rhythm of his breathing during this kiss, the music in his ears kept ringing, but he didn't seem to hear anything.When He Pingyi finally stopped the announcement, Jing Can rested her chin on He Pingyi's shoulder, and breathed with her lips shaking.

"Didn't you just ask me why I came here to build a snowman in the middle of the night?" He Pingyi kissed his ear, the temperature was so hot, "I'm confessing my love. Jing Can, I like you."

The last scene of the MV stopped at a thrilling confession.

He Pingyi's voice was not loud, but it seemed that every word hit Jing Can's heart hard.

Jing Can didn't make any sound for a long time, and even restrained her breathing to the lightest degree.He Ping was not in a hurry, he just watched the person in front of him in the dim light, waiting quietly.

Of course Jing Can knew that he should give a response at this moment, but he didn't know what to say or how to say it.He couldn't believe what he heard, he couldn't believe that his feelings, which he had never expected to respond to, suddenly had such a firm echo.

He Pingyi's brows and eyelashes were still covered with snow, and in Jing Can's eyes, it became a dream.

An unbelievable dream.

"He Pingyi..."

After an unknown amount of time, Jing Can finally regained her will.He spoke weakly, almost using all his strength so as not to make the spoken words become intermittent: "You...press me so hard that I can't breathe."

He Pingyi didn't respond at first, then suddenly laughed.The very light laughter rang in Jing Can's ears, he was the only one in the whole world who could hear it.

"I didn't press you down, I kept supporting you with my arms." He Pingyi paused, then whispered, "You can't breathe, so it shouldn't be me who pressed you?"

He Pingyi's breath sprayed down to the soft pinnae. Fortunately, the weather was cold enough at the moment, and his face was already turning red from the cold. Otherwise, the scorching temperature on Jing Can's face would definitely not be able to cover up.

No one spoke again, and no one said they would leave.It was the first time for He Pingyi to feel that the city was so quiet, so quiet that it seemed that everything belonged to Jing Can and him only, whether it was the heavy snow or the dim lights.

"Jing Can, have you thought about the future?"

after……

He Pingyi's voice poured straight into Jing Can's ears, luring Jing Can to imagine what it would be like if there was He Pingyi's "later".

He Pingyi slightly pushed the snow around Jing Can's head to the side, then turned over and lay down next to Jing Can.

He Pingyi didn't wait for Jing Can's answer, but said to himself: "I never thought about it. When I was young, I didn't think about it. After my brother left suddenly, I didn't look forward to the future even more. It wasn't Mourning, that is... I suddenly discovered that there seems to be nothing that can guarantee that I will be able to bring me to a better future. It is not certain that I will be admitted to a good university, and it is not certain that I will play basketball well. When I think about it, I feel something , It seems that you can do it or not. It doesn’t matter if you get into a good university or not, you don’t matter if you practice sports, you don’t matter if you run first, you can buy whatever pen you want, and you can eat whatever you want for dinner.”

These words temporarily freed Jing Can from the panic of the confession. Although he usually felt that He Pingyi was always lazy, he never thought that He Pingyi's heart would be like this...

Jing Can's Chinese is not good, so he thought for a long time before he came up with an adjective that was closest to his feelings, without any disturbance.

"But now, it seems to be different." He Pingyi paused, and said, "It's because of you."

Jing Can was stunned by the last sentence.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't want to get up 10 minutes early every day, I wouldn't think that I should choose beautiful packaging when giving gifts, and I wouldn't think that if it snows, I should make a snowman. I just made a snowman and thought Seeing the way you saw it, I suddenly figured it out. I still can't think about how to live in the future, but I want to make you happy."

"Jing Can," Jing Can felt that He Pingyi was getting closer to him, and called his name in a more gentle and gentle tone. "We will always be together in the future, go to college together, and live the rest of our lives together. I can take you to do many things that you like to do but haven't done yet, play racing games, take a driver's license test, and watch games. In the future, we will You can also travel by car. I want to take you to make up for the stories you missed before.”

Too much sweat had already accumulated in his hands, and in Jingcan's pitch-black field of vision, the future that He Pingyi described seemed to emerge - the two of them drove to the mountains to see the stars, went to the beach to see seagulls, The car drove to the uninhabited winding mountain road, played "Drift", and then through the car window, yelled at the high mountain outside, "An AE86 is going up the mountain".

Very middle school, but he yearns for it.

It seemed that a nerve in his head had become extremely weak that night. Jing Can had never shed tears when he was bullied and beaten, but now just thinking about this illusory scene, his eye sockets became sore again.

"Why are you still crying?" He Pingyi poked his face and asked, "Don't want to?"

Jing Can shook her head quickly.

How could he not be willing? He knows better than anyone else how much he desires for He Pingyi. He wishes he could have He Pingyi's company every minute in the future. He wishes he could turn He Pingyi into his personal property. Where he could see it.However, whether you want to or not is different from whether you can.

He didn't know what his future would be like, and he didn't know if he could be with He Pingyi.So he dare not agree.

"Jing Can, originally, I didn't plan to force you. But I was afraid that if I didn't force you, you wouldn't give me the answer. Do you remember that you still owe me a question? Now I have to ask, remember, no lie."

At this moment, how could Jing Can not guess what He Pingyi wanted to ask.

"Stay with me, okay?"

Lying, or being honest, Jing Can seems to have returned to the time when she was walking around with the little green umbrella.

I don't know how many times the song was played, and the snow on the ground didn't know how many layers were covered.Destiny moved forward again, lighting a candle, flickering on and off to illuminate the future world that is unknown to everyone.

At such a moment, Jing Can suddenly thought of a series of profound philosophical questions.

What did he come to this world for?When will he die?What should he think about before he dies, and what does he wish he would think about before he dies?

Heavy snow covered the wilderness, and there stood a man wearing a black hat, with a round bright moon on his head.

That was the one he wished he could always remember.

Jing Can suddenly discovered that his cognition of himself had always been biased, and he couldn't do all the things he reminded himself. He tried his best to control his reason to stop himself, but there were always a few times, which didn't help .His self-control is not that good, at least not when he was lying in the snow with He Pingyi.

Not knowing whether it was intentional or not, Jing Can's hand moved and met He Pingyi's.He Pingyi noticed it, took his hand and clenched it tightly.A red hand can't bring Jing Can any warmth, but Jing Can doesn't care much.

The song is still playing, and the heart-pounding rhythm encourages the breath to rise and fall.Jing Can finally moved her lips that had been tightly pressed.

"He Pingyi."

"Ok?"

Jing Can didn't say yes, nor did she say no.Instead, he looked at the quiet night sky and said softly, "I liked you first."

It was I who liked you first, always have been.

He Pingyi turned his head, was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"Why do you have to fight for everything?"

Something blocked her nose, Jing Can closed her eyes, and laughed too.

"To fight," he said.

He Pingyi was not as persistent as Jing Can when he got the desired result.

"Okay," He Pingyi raised the hands they held together and kissed, "I'll leave it to you."