After giving each other a kiss.
Lu Yibei walked out of the restroom while scrolling through his phone.
"Hey, heroine!"
He was about to say something when Ji Qingqian, who had already sat back down at her desk, chuckled to herself.
"That was resolved really quickly..."
Lu Yibei paused for a moment.
Ji Qingqian: "My boyfriend is so well-behaved; he can even take care of things himself~"
Faced with his girlfriend's blatant flirting, Lu Yi forcibly kept his composure:
"Pee, sir."
Ji Qingqian chuckled even more: "I also said I was going to pee, what else did you think?"
Lu Yibei: "...Then I won't solve it myself, will you help me support me?"
The silence did not disappear.
It moved to Ji Qingqian's face.
After a while, Ji Qingqian spat out:
"Perverted North..."
"Hey, you're blaming me again—"
This world is so unfair.
It's perfectly normal for his girlfriend to make lewd jokes to him.
It's outrageous that he made lewd jokes to his girlfriend.
But looking at his girlfriend's slightly upturned face, and the words "You're 4848 impressed" written on her beautiful face.
What else could Lu Yibei say?
You should pamper your own girlfriend.
Ji Qingqian felt extremely satisfied with her boyfriend's helpless yet slightly indulgent smile, and she returned to the main topic:
What are you trying to say?
"It's snowing in Harbin these past few days."
"…Yeah?"
Ji Qingqian uttered a question that made Lu Yibei want to ask, "Are you from Harbin or am I from Harbin?"
However, this is normal for Ji Qingqian.
Although she lives in Harbin, her parents are in the northern part of the country at this time... and she probably doesn't have many people she can keep in touch with there.
How did you know?
"I just glanced at the weather forecast."
Lu Yibei turned his phone screen towards his girlfriend.
Ji Qingqian was surprised:
"You even secretly checked the weather in Harbin..."
"Make ample preparations, of course." Lu Yibei chuckled.
He had never been to Northeast China.
Even though he was born in the south of the Yangtze River, he could still often hear others describing the scenery of the north.
The winter was bitterly cold, and heavy snow was falling.
But he didn't have any particular curiosity or feelings for that faraway place.
But things are different now.
Because he met a very, very special girl, this southern boy from the coast developed a strong longing for the northern land.
Lu Yibei had added the city card of "Bin" to the "Weather" app on his phone a long time ago.
He wanted to know what kind of land could produce such a girl.
"Although I've never been to Northeast China, I always feel a natural affinity for that place..."
Lu Yibei chuckled.
He meant to say, "This is probably because of you," but Ji Qingqian pretended to be oblivious to his feelings.
She nodded: "You'll see when you get there. They have a natural affinity for almost everyone there."
Lu Yibei: ...
What she said made such a good point that I couldn't refute it.
Ji Qing lightly swiped the weather card twice, a half-smile on her face:
"It seems that Harbin isn't the only city that Young Master Lu has a special fondness for."
Lu Yibei: ...?
He quickly pointed the phone at himself and then looked at it.
The first page of the weather card shows the current address, which is Hangzhou.
The second page is about Harbin, the city of my dreams.
Where did this third page come from?
California.
"It seems that Young Master Lu is quite fond of a certain high school classmate," Ji Qingqian said with a light smile.
Lu Yibei recalled for a moment and remembered:
"Xu Che said he planned to go back to China, so I thought I'd import the time in Los Angeles into the clock app first... just in case we messed up our meeting time because of the time difference. I was probably distracted, and ended up importing the weather instead."
"Has he decided to come back?" Ji Qingqian asked.
"It should happen in the next day or two."
Under his girlfriend's hopeful gaze, Lu Yibei reached out and stroked her smooth black hair: "I'll have to trouble you to come with me then... We still need to visit the high school."
"good."
This was originally Ji Qingqian's request, so of course she agreed.
She still remembered Lu Yibei's high school name: "...Xin Gao, right?"
Its full name is Xincheng Senior High School.
Lu Yibei laughed: "It's amazing you remember that so clearly..."
After thinking for a moment, he typed on his phone and said:
"If you're curious about the school, you can actually..."
Search using school names as tags.
Then, videos posted by the relevant accounts appeared on Douyin.
Ji Qingqian leaned closer to look.
The videos were released at different times; some were released recently, while others were released earlier, either earlier or in the first half of the year.
Some are students doing morning exercises, while others are in the corners of the school.
But this is all what Lu Yibei remembers about high school.
Spring buds, early summer wild grass, autumn sycamores, and deep winter snow.
"This snow must have fallen two years ago; Hangzhou hasn't seen any snow in the last two years..."
As Lu Yibei spoke, he glanced at the video's posting time and, sure enough, it was true: "Back then, we called this snow 'Heavy Snow.' I wonder what the beautiful women from Northeast China think of it?"
Ji Qingqian looked at the little snowman that was barely piled up on the car hood in the picture... its upper and lower body combined was probably not even as big as her two fists.
“Your school uniforms are quite nice,” she said, changing the subject.
“Aren’t they all sportswear styles?” Lu Yibei said.
Actually, besides the sporty style, there's also a Western-style cocktail dress to match—that one has a more international feel and looks better. But cocktail dresses have a strange effect; they make good-looking people look even more elegant, but for those who aren't naturally attractive, wearing one just makes things worse.
Sports styles are much more egalitarian.
They're all equally ugly anyway.
Moreover, speaking of flat chests, even a little dress doesn't deserve to be paired with sporty slippers in terms of comfort.
"At least it's a black background with red stripes. Our school's is blue background with white stripes, it's just awful," Ji Qingqian said with disdain.
Lu Yibei imagined what his girlfriend would look like in a school uniform.
"It looks good too."
Ji Qingqian did not deny it, but,
"You'd look even better in this one from Xin Gao."
Lu Yibei's delusions resurfaced.
Ji Qingqian was wearing the same school uniform jacket as him.
They would sit together at the front and back desks in the classroom, or stand under the shade of the trees at Xin Gao High School.
After school, he had just stepped out of the school gate when someone patted him on the back and then jumped onto his shoulder.
When they were going to school, the two of them would run as fast as they could with their packed breakfasts before the bell rang.
Watching the security guard close the iron gate, she begged for mercy and tried to outwit him.
Finally allowed into the school, but was punished by the homeroom teacher for being late and made to stand in the corridor.
I could hear the sound of students reciting their lessons from behind the wall in the classroom.
The two will meet again and then smile.
“It is indeed very beautiful,” Lu Yibei said.
Ji Qing pursed her lips and smiled.
She looked down and saw that her hand was being held tightly by Abei.
He seemed to be clutching something of utmost importance.
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