"So what are we going to do now?" Mo Jingchun held his forehead and smiled bitterly.
"No." Seeing this, Xu Fan loosened his grip on Jiang Li's arm and stood up straight.
However, Mo Ling was still hiding behind Jiang Li. Seeing that the three people in front of her were not paying attention to her, Mo Ling pursed her pink lips, her heart beat faster, and she quickly and quietly put the thing in her hand into Jiang Li's pocket.
Jiang Li patted his hair to shake off the snow, not caring about it.
"Ahahaha," Mo Ling suddenly laughed awkwardly, "I think we should get out first. Almost everyone in No. 3 Middle School has left, and we're the only ones left here."
After being reminded by Mo Ling, several people also reacted. When Jiang Li and Mo Jingchun were waiting at the beginning, many people had already left.
After the fight just now, most of the students in the huge No. 3 Middle School had already left.
Now it was almost noon and everyone was feeling a little hungry, so they agreed to go and fill their stomachs first.
"Cough cough," Mo Jingchun choked on the chili pepper, and Jiang Li, who was sitting next to him, handed him a glass of water.
Mo Jingchun took the water and drank it in two gulps. Then he turned his gaze to the two people opposite him, "By the way, what are you two dawdling about? You made Jiang Li and I wait for so long."
"It's really not my fault."
When this was mentioned, Xu Fan took two mouthfuls of noodles with a sense of grievance, and at the same time looked at Mo Ling, who was eating beside him with a guilty conscience, with a somewhat resentful look.
"Haha, let's not talk about the past anymore. Didn't the ancients say, 'Don't talk while eating. Let's eat quickly."
Mo Ling couldn't stand Xu Fan's aggrieved look beside him, and looked up and said with some embarrassment.
Mo Jingchun frowned speechlessly, "Mo Ling, you're not bringing those rags with you again, are you?"
"What a piece of rubbish!" Mo Ling was not convinced. She lifted up the cotton coat she was wearing, revealing the down jacket underneath, which was supposed to be pink.
"These are the spoils of my Holy Grace, the Radiant End Wheel Dancer Knight, and my medals of excellence."
Just look at the pink down jacket, which is covered with metal pendants of various colors, piled up heavily. This is also the culprit why Mo Ling has been procrastinating for so long.
"You're still so proud," Mo Jingchun said mercilessly, "Throw them all away later."
"No!" Mo Ling's expression collapsed, and he looked aggrieved. "The waiter of the Holy Library, no, Sister Jiang Li, please take care of him."
"ah?"
Jiang Li was a little overwhelmed when her name was suddenly called. She subconsciously scratched her hair and comforted him, "Don't worry, your brother won't throw away your medal."
"Hehe, that may not be the case." Mo Ling's expression had just relaxed when Mo Jingchun said with a gloomy look.
"Look at him!"
"Stop talking (slurp slurp), I (slurp) am the worst off." Xu Fan interrupted while eating noodles.
Suddenly, the steaming fast food restaurant became bustling with activity. The owner in the window looked at the four people making noise outside and couldn't help but shake his head and laughed, saying, "Young people nowadays..."
The restaurant was warm, but Mo Jingchun was still wearing his old red scarf and did not take it off during the meal.
"Let's go to West Lake. It happened to snow this year. Do you remember what it looked like when it snowed?"
Mo Ling hurriedly changed the subject, preventing her brother from discussing whether to throw away her medal.
"West Lake..." Mo Jingchun touched his chin, "Is it a little..."
Mo Jingchun's words came to an abrupt end. He tilted his head slightly and glanced at Jiang Li beside him out of the corner of his eye.
At this moment, Jiang Li was looking at Mo Ling with a smile, constantly assuring Mo Ling that he would stop her brother's behavior.
By the way, Jiang Li isn't from Hangzhou, so she probably hasn't been to West Lake, right? Mo Jingchun thought to himself.
"Wow, this bowl of noodles is really delicious." Xu Fan threw down his chopsticks and slapped the table, which also interrupted Mo Jingchun's thoughts.
Forget it, I don’t know what to do this afternoon anyway, so let’s go to West Lake. Mo Jingchun made up his mind.
"Okay, let's go to West Lake later."
"West Lake," Xu Fan, who had been eating dry noodles the whole time, found a toothpick and put it in his mouth, "Anything is fine."
"Don't talk, just pay the bill."
"It's faded, this time it's really faded, the brotherhood has faded." Xu Fan covered his chest, acting like a drama queen.
"I'll pay." Jiang Li took out a piece of paper, wiped his mouth, and took out money from his pocket.
Jiang Li's financial situation has indeed improved significantly since she started working part-time at Xingyue Flower Shop. She has also learned a lot about flower arrangement techniques and the meaning of flowers.
In addition, Mo Jingchun insisted on bringing her breakfast, even though he told her many times, she still didn't listen, which also saved Jiang Li a lot of money.
"No," Xu Fan patted his chest and raised his handsome face, "How can a man like me let a girl like you pay?"
"Gender equality." Jiang Li insisted.
"This..." Xu Fan paused for a moment and finally sat back in his original seat.
Jiang Li was very satisfied. After paying the money, the four of them packed up and headed towards West Lake.
In Hangzhou's winter, snow is a random thing, but it has snowed almost every day in the past few days. The tall city buildings are covered with a layer of white quilt, adding a bit of coolness to the city.
The four of them got off the bus noisily and finally arrived near the shores of West Lake.
Many local people from Hangzhou have gathered here. Some elderly people are wearing ear-protecting hats and breathing out hot air while chatting animatedly with the people next to them.
Next to the white stone railing opposite, an old man was playing the erhu, and the melodious sound seemed to be transmitted to the other side through the shore of West Lake.
Since it is almost the Spring Festival, there are naturally no tourists.
On weekdays, there are always a lot of people here, and West Lake has also ushered in some peace and quiet in this snowy winter.
Although the West Lake at this moment does not have the tenderness of willow branches tapping the water in summer, it has the coolness and nobility of the frozen lake in winter.
Of course, these are all for Jiang Li who came to West Lake for the first time.
The other three locals, who were already tired of seeing each other, naturally did not amaze Jiang Li as much as when he first saw them.
But with friends around, everyone is still in a happy mood.
"Fishing alone in the snowy cold river."
Jiang Li looked at the Leifeng Pagoda in the distance and these words came out of his mouth involuntarily.
"Let's go, Jiang Li."
Mo Jingchun, whose hair had once again turned white from the snow, met Jiang Li's eyes and said with a smile, "Take a closer look around here!"
"Yeah." Jiang Li nodded in agreement, her nose red from the cold.
Mo Jingchun's eyelids twitched, and he reached out to untie the red scarf from his neck and tied it around Jiang Li's neck from behind.
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