Yan Qingxiu smiled and said, "I really like snowy days."
"Yeah?"
"Hmm." Yan Qingxiu was wondering what she was thinking about. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly as she said, "Where I live is a land of ice and snow. Every December, my hometown holds an ice sculpture competition. Whoever's sculpture is the most liked by my master gets to have dinner with him."
Yan Qingxiu pointed to his chest and said with a smile, "I am not talented. I am always the winner."
Han Jun thought of that grand occasion and felt a little yearning. "What do you usually carve?"
"I can carve whatever I want, but when it comes to carving skills, no one can compare to my master." Yan Qingxiu admired his master very much.
Han Jun stared at Yan Qingxiu for a moment, then suddenly said, "You are not Dong Yang."
Yan Qingxiu's expression was slightly stiff.
Han Jun asked again: "Aunt Dong, who are you?"
Yan Qingxiu quickly regained his composure. He gazed at Han Jun calmly and asked meaningfully, "Then who do you think I am?"
Han Jun reached out and stroked Yan Qingxiu's cheek. It was smooth to the touch, not at all like the face of a woman in her forties. "Aunt Dong, you haven't changed in all these years. No one doesn't age, unless you're not human."
Yan Qingxiu burst into laughter.
"I am a human being."
Han Jun frowned.
Yan Qingxiu added, "If you don't believe me, you can send me to a research institute to check if the genes in my body are human genes."
Han Jun hummed indifferently, then suddenly added, "You are a human, but you are not Dong Yang. You are another person occupying Dong Yang's body. Aunt Dong, are you really not going to tell me who you are?"
Yan Qingxiu reached out and scratched Han Jun's nose, then said mysteriously, "One day, you'll remember who I am. Junjun, I want to give you a gift."
Han Jun subconsciously asked, "What is it?"
"Hold on."
Yan Qingxiu went to the restaurant, opened the refrigerator, and took out an icicle the size of his arm.
Yan Qingxiu took the ice carving knife and started carving in front of Han Jun.
He was wearing heat-insulating gloves, and the temperature today was -8 degrees Celsius, so the ice sculpture wouldn't melt for a while. Yan Qingxiu worked quickly, and in no time, he had completed his work.
"For you, Junjun."
Han Jun stared at the work in his hand, but didn't reach out to take it. He just lowered his eyes to look at it.
It was a woman. She was wearing a slim-fitting long gown, her long hair was tied up high, and she carried a long sword on her back, but her facial features were not carved by Yan Qingxiu.
Han Jun asked Yan Qingxiu: "Why does she have no face?"
Yan Qingxiu's eyes once again showed admiration, and he said, "Because no one has ever seen what she looks like."
"who is she?"
Yan Qingxiu blinked cunningly, "My master."
Han Jun then took the ice sculpture and looked at it. This immortal and chivalrous attire was not the attire of modern people, nor did it look like the attire of any dynasty in history.
Who is Aunt Dong’s master?
Before Han Jun could come up with an answer, her phone rang. She pulled it out of her pocket and saw it was Xu Qian. She quickly answered. "Brother, are you home?" It was almost eleven o'clock, and Xu Qian should be on his way back to Qinghai.
However, Xu Qian's answer was quite unexpected. He said, "The airport is frozen due to the snow, and all flights are suspended. I'm on the high-speed train to Wangdong City now. Little girl, do you have time to pick up your boyfriend?"
Han Jun ran towards the garage.
Ten years ago, Long Yu started his own business and opened a property security company. Han Zhan re-hired three drivers, one of whom was responsible for Han Zhan's travel, another was responsible for Song Ci's daily travel, and the other was at home waiting for instructions at any time.
When Han Jun arrived at the garage, Feng Rui, the driver, was sitting in the lounge next to the garage watching a movie. When he learned that Han Jun was going out, the driver quickly turned off the movie and drove Han Jun to the high-speed rail station.
After getting in the car, Han Jun realized that she was still holding the ice sculpture tightly in her hand. She placed the ice sculpture on a discarded file, then lowered her head and started texting Xu Qian, asking where he was.
Xu Qian told her that he was three stops away.
The car stopped at the high-speed railway station parking lot. Han Jun asked the driver to wait there while she walked to the exit of the high-speed railway station to wait. Han Jun waited for more than 20 minutes and saw that the high-speed train Xu Qian was on had arrived at the station.
She was tall. When Xu Qian walked out of the passage, he saw the tallest girl in the crowd at a glance.
He walked towards Han Jun carrying his suitcase.
It was freezing cold, and Xu Qian was wearing a black down jacket. His 1.88-meter height made him stand out from the crowd, very eye-catching.
He pulled the suitcase and stood in front of Han Jun. Seeing Han Jun standing there in a daze, not reaching out to hug him, Xu Qian raised the corners of his lips and said with a smile, "Little friend, I didn't eat a bite of breakfast and took a four-hour high-speed train across 700 kilometers just to see you. How come you won't even call me brother when you see me?"
Han Jun still felt like he was dreaming.
Xu Qian was clearly working the night shift when they video chatted last night, and he had said that he would rush back to Kunlun Mountain to celebrate the New Year. How come he suddenly appeared in front of her?
Xu Qian reached out and hooked Han Jun's glasses into his coat pocket. Then he lowered his head and hugged Han Jun, holding her waist and pressing her into his arms, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.
Only after being kissed by Xu Qian did Han Jun come back to his senses.
Xu Qian really came to see her.
Han Jun gently pushed Xu Qian away, took Xu Qian's hand, and whispered, "Go to the car, don't let anyone see you."
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