Cemetery.

Lin Xun and Su Qingshi arrived at this place, bringing with them flowers, fruits, and sacrificial items.

As expected, offerings were also placed in front of Su Qingshi's father's grave, indicating that someone had visited.

After offering incense, Su Qingshi said to Lin Xun, "Let's go."

Lin Xun was somewhat surprised: "Senior, won't you stay a little longer?"

Su Qingshi shook her head slightly.

Lin Xun nodded and took her hand: "Okay, let's go home."

It has been snowing for half a month, and the snow on the ground is getting more and more plentiful. When you step on it, your feet sink in, making it very difficult to walk.

Such weather is considered severe because the presence of snow makes it difficult for vehicles to drive on the road, and can even cause them to slip and fall.

Relevant departments also mobilized resources to clear the snow.

It took the two of them a lot of effort to finally return to the villa.

Since it was already past the eighth day of the lunar new year, the housekeepers and others in the villa had all come back to work.

As soon as the two returned, the nanny started cooking.

Su Qingshi sat in the living room and turned on the TV, which was playing a science fiction movie.

Lin Xun walked over with a plate of cut fruit, sat down next to her, picked up a piece of mango with a skewer, and put it to her lips.

Su Qingshi opened her mouth, took a bite of the mango, and then her brows furrowed slightly.

Tooth sensitivity.

She gave Lin Xun a resentful look; this guy actually fed her something so sour.

Lin Xun smiled and said, "Senior, this can whet your appetite."

In winter, one's appetite depends on whether the food is hot and how it tastes. If the food is hot, one's appetite will be stimulated. Conversely, if the food is cold, one will not want to eat.

Su Qingshi's gaze fell on the strawberries on the fruit plate, and she said, "I want to eat strawberries."

Lin Xun smiled indulgently and then fed the animals again.

Soon, the food was ready, and Lin Xun quickly pulled Su Qingshi to sit down at the table.

There were only the two of them at the table, but the dishes were plentiful, and the two of them couldn't possibly finish them all.

Lin Xun then instructed the aunt to only prepare enough for two people in the future.

He may be rich, but he shouldn't waste food like this.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was warm and cozy. The two ate and chatted, just like an old married couple.

Back in his room, with the air conditioning and heating filling the room, Lin Xun took off his clothes.

She was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt.

Seeing this, Su Qingshi said, "You're going to catch a cold later."

Lin Xun raised an eyebrow: "Don't you feel hot?"

Su Qingshi took a moment to feel the warmth of the room, and she felt warm too, though it seemed she was starting to get a little hot.

She removed the head covering and took off her coat.

There was also a hoodie inside, which was a bit small and fit Su Qingshi's body perfectly, making certain parts very prominent.

Su Qingshi has always had a great figure and has never had any surgery, which means she has what most girls dream of.

Lin Xun's gaze involuntarily fell on a certain part of her body, staring at her longingly, his eyes almost glued to her.

"What are you looking at?"

Su Qingshi said calmly, but felt a little shy inside.

That little rascal, he's seen her so many times, and even... he still looks at her like that.

Lin Xun swallowed hard, then walked up to the girl, bent down, leaned close to her, and took a deep sniff.

"Senior, you smell so good."

The desires in my heart gradually began to spread like wildfire.

He might not feel any urge when it's cold outside, but now that he's indoors, the room temperature is comfortable enough to make him feel relaxed, so he's easily stimulated.

Su Qingshi's expression shifted, and then she simply lay down.

Her cascading hair was spread out on the bed, and her seemingly inviting haircut only fueled Lin Xun's desire.

After a full meal, it seems reasonable to do some exercise afterwards, right?

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Southwestern border region.

Heavy snow is falling, and this year's snow is particularly intense, even in some areas of the south.

Although it was Chinese New Year, there was no festive atmosphere on the border; instead, there was a sense of tension and seriousness.

The snowflakes were like knives, cutting painfully onto the face, but far less intense than the chill in people's hearts.

The soldiers on the border, dressed in thick military uniforms, still looked thin. They stood firm at their posts in the heavy snow, their eyes sharp, scanning for every possible safety hazard.

This year's snowfall was unusually heavy, like a northern winter invading the south, covering the normally warm and humid southwestern border region in a silver coat.

However, the pure white snowflakes did not conceal the grim atmosphere on the border; on the contrary, they highlighted the tension and seriousness of the moment.

Although the Spring Festival is a joyous occasion that should be filled with lanterns and decorations and laughter, the soldiers on this special land cannot enjoy the warmth of reuniting with their families.

They made the snowfield their home and guarded the border, building an unbreakable defense line with loyalty and faith.

As night fell, the lights along the border appeared particularly lonely and desolate, broken only by the occasional barking of dogs and the sound of patrolling footsteps.

The soldiers knew that this special Spring Festival was a price they were paying for the safety of the country and its people.

But they had no regrets, because they were well aware of the mission and responsibility they bore.

Long footprints were left on the snow, along with several figures walking in the snow.

They were on routine patrol, carrying guns, batons, shields, capture nets, and other equipment.

"Damn it, this weather is so cold!" one soldier complained.

"I've lived here for so long and I've hardly ever seen snow. I never expected today to be so special," a sergeant remarked.

"What's more, it's snowing at such an inopportune time. It's really tough on the brothers."

An older sergeant said calmly, "Alright, stop complaining. This is our duty. If you wear this uniform, you should take on the corresponding responsibilities."

"Squad leader, I heard you participated in counter-terrorism before, is that true?" a soldier asked curiously.

The squad leader smiled and said, "That was a long time ago."

"What does that feel like?"

"What did it feel like? I once had a close-quarters shootout with a terrorist, just about ten meters away. That was the closest I ever came to death. I got carried away and started fighting. I killed the terrorist, but I was shot three times. I was in critical condition for three days before I finally passed away."

The class monitor looked nostalgic.

Everyone showed respect.

The squad leader continued, "Actually, this tension at the border didn't happen suddenly. Terrorism, separatist forces, extreme weather... these are all the driving forces behind it. We are here not only to defend the security of our motherland, but also to protect every life on this land behind us."

"I must tell you, soldiers exist to protect our country!"

"Everyone, stay alert! Treat this like a war!"

"yes!!!"

The snow continued to fall heavily in the sky, but the soldiers' determination and faith remained as firm as a rock.

They knew that every inch of land was related to the safety of the country, and that every moment of perseverance was a promise to the people.

Despite the harsh environment and difficult conditions, their spirit burned as brightly as a raging fire.

This is the spirit of Chinese soldiers; this is the chapter of loyalty they have written with their youth and blood.

During this special time of the Lunar New Year, they chose to celebrate by staying at their posts, expressing their love for the motherland and their loyalty to the people through their actions.