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Wen Deze knocked on the door with a plate of peeled pomelo meat: "Xiaoyu, take a rest and eat some fruit."

There was the sound of slippers kicking on the floor in the room, the door opened, Wen Ling rubbed her eyes, and turned sideways to let her father in.

"How long did you stay up last night?" Wen Deze asked.

Wen Ling gestured 【Didn't stay up late, got up early in the morning. 】

"What time did you start?" Wen Deze asked again.

"Six o'clock." Wen Ling said, he broke off a piece of grapefruit and put it in his mouth, his cheeks bulging like a squirrel.

"The work is not created in a day, so don't worry." Wen Deze said, "I'm going to work, and my lunch is in the refrigerator. You can heat it yourself."

"Dad." Wen Ling grabbed Wen Deze's clothes, "I want to go."

"Come to work with me?" Wen Deze asked.

Wen Ling nodded, and he gestured [I want to see some collections about cranes. 】

"Okay, let's go." Wen Deze often took his son to work, Wen Ling was cute and cute, and his colleagues would take Wen Ling to the museum exhibition hall in their spare time.

Stepping into the Palace Museum again, Wen Ling followed Wen Deze through the staff aisle. As a researcher, Wen Deze was familiar with all the collections in the museum.Wen Ling was deeply influenced by Wen Deze. When he glanced at the collection, he saw not only sculptures or paintings, but also novel and twisted stories, ups and downs of emotions, and some vile jokes of some authors.

"Go and play, come to me if you have any problems." Wen Deze said, he took out his phone and sent Wen Ling a red envelope, "Remember to eat."

"Yeah." Wen Ling nodded, and walked towards the exhibition hall with the ponytail and the tablet.

There are few tourists in the Forbidden City on weekdays, mainly elderly people.Wen Ling found a corner and sat down, hidden under the dim light, and observed the target collection with good eyesight - the picture of bamboo and crane in the side view.

In order to prevent the visual fatigue of the audience, the museum hung paintings about cranes here and there. Wen Ling was hungry all morning.

Ke Yici sat across from Cheng Qifang with a plate in his hand, and heaved a long sigh: "Oh, I'm exhausted."

"Today's work is a bit intense." Cheng Qifang said, "It's been hard work."

Ke Yici picked up the chicken leg on the dinner plate: "If you grab a chicken leg, you won't lose or lose." He happily finished eating the chicken leg, took out a napkin to wipe his hands, picked up his phone, and glanced at the weather forecast, "Today snow."

"The first snow this year." Cheng Qifang said, "I have to leave work early."

"What?" Ke Yi asked.

Cheng Qifang smiled and said, "Wedding anniversary."

Ke Yici gritted his teeth and said, "My brother-in-law arranged nine hundred and ninety-nine roses."

"Hahahahaha he must have forgotten." Cheng Qifang said.

But looking at the unconcealable smile on Cheng Qifang's face, she knew that her family was harmonious and happy, Ke Yici also thought carefully, and he lowered his head to send a message to Wen Ling [Xiao Yu, what are you up to? 】

Wen Ling was standing beside the bronze crane at the entrance of the Hall of Supreme Harmony with her neck raised, trying to get a little bit of inspiration from the majestic auspiciousness.Fine snowflakes were like grains of salt, falling unsteadily on Wen Ling's forehead, and the cold feeling spread to all limbs in an instant. Wen Ling blinked, looked up, and looked at the gloomy dark clouds, and he had a new one. idea.

It wasn't until mid-afternoon that Ke Yici received Wen Ling's reply [In the Forbidden City, it's snowing. 】He twisted his sore neck and looked out the window. The goose feathers and snow were pouring down, decorating the Iron Forest International Trade Center a bit romantic.

[Ke Yici: It's snowing, let's have hot pot tonight. 】

Wen Ling stood under the eaves to hide from the snow, he tapped on his phone [OK. 】

The first snow that lasted for three and a half hours wrapped the Forbidden City, with dead branches and white snow, red walls and golden tiles, and a tall and solemn bronze crane standing tall and solemn. Wen Ling took this scene as a material.Instead, the Forbidden City in the snow became more crowded, and suddenly there was a row of people hiding in the snow around Wen Ling, all of them holding up their cameras to take pictures of the snow scene.

Wen Ling took a step towards the corner, patted his shoulder with one hand, he turned his head, and looked at Chu Zhesong who appeared behind him.

"What a coincidence." Chu Zhesong said cautiously, "Are you also here to take pictures of the snow scene?"

Wen Ling shook his head. His purpose was not to shoot snow, and he didn't even bring professional equipment.

"Oh." Chu Zhesong said to make fun of himself, "My..."

Wen Ling took out his tablet. He hadn't used the tablet to communicate for a long time. Chu Zhesong took the initiative to say, "If you have something to do, don't talk to me."

Hearing these words, Wen Ling glanced at him in surprise, closed the tablet, stepped into the snow, and gradually walked away in the direction of the administrative office.

Chu Zhesong gave a wry smile. As time went by, he gradually realized the cruel fact. He had already withdrawn from Wen Ling's world, and no matter what he did, it was useless.He didn't have to tell Wen Ling about his sadness, his hard work, and his mistakes, Wen Ling didn't care, Wen Ling couldn't see him.

Wen Ling's eyes stopped on him, just out of politeness.

Wen Deze walked in the corridor with an umbrella, saw his son walking in the distance, and said, "I'm going to pick you up."

Wen Ling took out a bunch of mini sticky rice candied haws from her schoolbag and handed it to Wen Deze.

"Thank you, Xiaoyu." Wen Deze took the candied haws, took a bite, and asked, "What did you have for lunch?"

"Noodles." Wen Ling said, pointing to the candied haws, "Here, this." He chatted with his father as usual, not at all upset by Chu Zhesong's appearance.

He stepped out of Chu Zhesong's shadow, and his future life will be sunny and sunny.

Ke Yici hummed a ditty and walked windily through the corridor, and stood in front of the French window in the tea room with a cup in his hand, exhaled to blow off the froth in the tea, squinted his eyes and took a sip of enjoyment.

"The snow has stopped." The colleague stood beside Ke Yici, and the two of them drank tea side by side in exactly the same way, enjoying the time of fishing while sneaking in.

"Yes." Ke Yici took a sip of tea slowly, "It's finally Friday."

"No overtime work on Saturday?" a colleague asked.

"Oh." Ke Yici said, "I don't know, wait for the notice."

The two smiled wryly at the same time, and continued to enjoy the snow and drink tea.

Guomao on Friday was extremely congested, everyone was eager to enjoy a short vacation, cars crowded the wide eight-lane lanes, and horns honked endlessly.Unfortunately, Ke Yici became one of the traffic jams. When he called Wen Ling, the first sentence he said was an apology: "I'm sorry Xiaoyu, I may have to wait for me a little longer. I'm stuck on the road."

"Attention, be safe." Wen Ling said, "I'm not in a hurry."

"You speak a lot more smoothly today." Ke Yici said, "Have you secretly gone to make up lessons with the teacher?"

"No." Wen Ling said, he moved his stiff tongue, swallowed, and said, "Yes, practice."

"Really? Really working hard." Ke Yici said, "Tell me, eat grapes without spitting out grape skins."

"..." Wen Ling was silent for a moment, then said, "No."

The frequency of communication with Ke Yici increased, and Wen Ling said the word "don't" almost formed a muscle memory, and it was neat and not stuck.

Ke Yici said with a smile: "To put it another way, eight hundred pacesetters rushed to the north slope."

Wen Ling hung up the phone.

Get off work at 07 o'clock, and move to the entrance of the Forbidden City at 30:[-]. Ke Yici lowered the car window and waved to Wen Ling who was waiting on the side of the road with his schoolbag on his back: "This way."

Wen Ling opened the car door, sat in the co-pilot, fastened the seat belt, and said the first sentence: "Eight hundred, drifting soldiers... standard, soldier, jump, north, dial."

Ke Yici suppressed his smile, the soft light in his eyes was like fluffy snowflakes, he said: "Look at the shape of my mouth, run to the north slope."

Wen Ling covered his eyes in frustration. While waiting for the car, he practiced it hundreds of times, but he still couldn't explain clearly.

"Don't be sad." Ke Yici was taken aback, and he approached Wen Ling in a panic, "My fault, let's not say that."

Wen Ling kept covering her eyes, shook her head and said nothing.

Ke Yici drove the car to a paid parking space, put on the handbrake, took off his seat belt, and said, "Can I practice talking with you? Don't worry, let's take our time."

Wen Ling put down his hand, and his crystal and round almond eyes were covered with redness. He came up stubbornly, but he couldn't listen to Ke Yici's suggestion. -slope."

He repeated over and over again: "Eight hundred, pacesetters, Ben, Bei-po."

Ke Yici quietly watched him practice without opening his mouth to interrupt his rhythm. The weird syllables gradually became normal, and there were some problems with sentence punctuation, but it did not affect the meaning of the whole sentence.

In the end, Wen Ling looked at Ke Yici with firm eyes, and said, "Eight hundred, pacesetters run to the north slope."

"It's awesome." Ke Yici said, he pinched Wen Ling's cheek, "Xiaoyu is awesome."