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"I thought I'd be fine after a good night's sleep."
Today, Hu Hanyu finally had the energy to go downstairs for breakfast. He held Zheng Cheng's hand and his eyes never left his face.
"Is that not possible? You were already fully booked."
Zheng Cheng was not in the best condition. He hadn't slept well for several days and kept waking up to check if Hanyu's fever had subsided, but he was in a good mood.
Aspen has always been a holiday destination for the rich, and Zheng Cheng is certainly the best of the best. Every window of the hotel is as beautiful as a painting.
"Please sit down and I'll get you whatever you want." Zheng Cheng said to Hanyu after being led to his seat by the waiter.
Hu Hanyu didn't sit down. Instead, he pressed Zheng Cheng's shoulder and asked him to sit down.
"I'll go." He said, leaning over and kissing Zheng Cheng on the lips, "You wait here for me."
Finally it was my turn to enjoy, and Zheng Cheng sat there with peace of mind.
More and more people came to the breakfast area. The snow season was coming to an end, and at this time of the day, veterans who had just skied in the snow in the morning came to find food, and the restaurant suddenly became very crowded.
The suite Zheng Cheng booked had a table for four, which was very spacious. He saw Ni Tujun looking for a seat from a distance and waved to him to come over.
"You're lucky." Zheng Cheng said with a smile.
"I'm not cheap." Ni Tujun actually understood and deliberately joked with him, "I have three patents."
"Okay." Zheng Cheng said, "Then I have 10 million fans. Who is more expensive?"
When Hu Hanyu came back and saw Ni Tujun and Zheng Cheng chatting happily, he paused.
"Hanyu, this is your savior." Zheng Cheng pointed at Ni Tujun.
"Hello, I'm Ni Tujun." Ni Tujun stood up and extended his hand to him politely.
Hu Hanyu had heard Zheng Cheng mention many times that Ni Tujun was a nerd, but when he saw the real person today, he was completely different from the silly guy with glasses he had imagined.
He was not much shorter than Hanyu, and was wearing a quick-drying ski jacket. He had a nice chest, waist, and arms, and looked very handsome.
"Hello, Hu Hanyu." After putting down the plate, Hu Hanyu shook hands with him stiffly.
Zheng Cheng noticed that there was something strange about the two of them, so he tried hard to keep the atmosphere cool. He ate less and talked more, sharing many interesting stories from his high school days.
"It snowed again yesterday, and it was very comfortable to slide on the new snow," said Ni Tujun.
Zheng Cheng turned to Hanyu and asked, "Haven't you ever skied before? Do you want to try it?"
"Okay." Hu Hanyu said, "Will you teach me?"
"Your fever just subsided, so maybe you shouldn't rush." Ni Tujun took a sip of coffee. "Zheng Cheng, if you want to go skiing, I can take you."
"I don't want to." Zheng Cheng leaned on Hanyu's shoulder, "I want to be with Hanyu."
The expression on Hu Hanyu's face finally relaxed a little.
Ni Tujun frowned at the way they were getting along. "That's a shame. Fresh snow is very exciting. There aren't many high-level Taoists. There's plenty of time before camping. You should come and try it."
"Camping?" Hu Hanyu looked at Zheng Cheng.
The camping plan was a surprise prepared for Hu Hanyu, as the time had not been set before due to his physical condition.
As soon as his fever subsided, Zheng Cheng happily asked Ni Tujun to help contact them. Only then did he remember that he had not formally told Hanyu yet.
"No, we haven't decided on this yet." Zheng Cheng quickly winked at Ni Tujun.
Unfortunately, it’s not that Ni Tujun can’t understand the expression on his face; he has his own judgment.
"I don't like this. You have to avoid him every time. Why do we have to hide when we are just talking to each other?" Ni Tujun said with a frown.
"Every time?" Hu Hanyu also frowned.
“Every time.” Ni Tujun added, “He always likes Tibetans.”
Zheng Cheng felt his head buzzing.
Hu Hanyu's face turned strange when he saw Ni Tujun sitting with him. Zheng Cheng kept trying to pull him back, but Ni Tujun, who was anxious, encountered such an anxious situation, and it was like a hemp rope breaking at the thinnest point.
Hu Hanyu, who had finally regained his composure this time, frowned again.
"Can you please stop talking if you can't? You've made even the whitest things look black. Oh my god." Zheng Cheng smoothed her hair, held Hu Hanyu's hand, and said softly, "I'll explain to you later."
"Can't you explain now?" Hu Hanyu asked, looking at Ni Tujun with hostility.
"No!" Zheng Cheng finally lost his temper, "Shut up and eat!"
Zheng Cheng has never been a good-tempered person. He has been almost at his limit of patience recently. He thought he had finally made it through, but things turned out like this again.
I saw his good friend and her boyfriend eating in a stalemate, but neither of them left first.
Zheng Cheng thought about speaking first and coaxing Hu Hanyu to say something, but he caught a glimpse of Hu Hanyu taking out his mobile phone and turning on the camera at home.
Look at the cat?
Even though they have reached the other side of the world and tried so hard, they still can't beat sushi?
This morning, Zheng Cheng still felt that all his efforts over the past few days, no, this month were worth it.
Everything he has done recently, no matter which one, would have been unimaginable in the past. He did it willingly, and maturely kept all the grievances and complaints in his heart.
But he still misjudged himself. At the age of 24, he was not yet able to digest negative emotions on his own.
Far from it.
Zheng Cheng drank the orange juice in the glass, stood up and left.
"Chengcheng?"
Hearing Hu Hanyu chasing him, he relied on his familiarity with the hotel, turned a few corners and got rid of him, then took the room card and went to rent a complete set of ski equipment.
The campsite is at the other end of the hotel's ski area and can be reached by paddling or taking a shuttle bus.
Zheng Cheng had originally carefully designed two plans to see which way Hu Hanyu would like to go. They could ski and then soak in the hot springs, then go ice fishing, and then slowly set up the tent, make a bonfire, and watch the sunset.
It took a full month to carefully calculate several surprise routes and consider various emergencies. Zheng Cheng could even recite the map by heart.
Now he felt that this was just a self-touching act. In Hu Hanyu's heart, all his preparations were not as good as a cat.
Zheng Cheng took the cable car to the advanced trail alone, put on his goggles, buckled on his snowboard, and rushed straight down.
He doesn't like skiing, but that doesn't mean he is bad at it.
Ni Tujun was right. The snowboard cut a path on the soft powder snow. The only sound was the whistling of the wind as he dived down at high speed. He concentrated all his energy on the snow track and rushed down the mountain with one mind.
Cool!
He took the cable car a second time.
After getting familiar with the route, he was distracted for a moment. The recent events, big and small, floated vaguely in his mind. The cold wind took away his negative emotions. Zheng Cheng just looked at the white snow and figured something out.
Hu Hanyu does like cats, but how can a cat compare to Zheng Cheng?
Every day when he comes home, does he not kiss Zheng Cheng first?
Is there any day when you don’t make breakfast for Zheng Cheng before going out?
Who was he trying to get to Aspen for despite having a fever? Wouldn't it be better to stay for sushi?
My anger subsided. I thought that Hu Hanyu had not recovered yet and it was so cold, so I couldn't let him set up the tent.
So Zheng Cheng decided to go to the campsite first, set up the tent, then go back and scold him, and then take a car over to continue the rest of the matter.
He had asked Ni Tujun to leave the camping equipment at the campsite a long time ago. He had watched many camping videos and knew that setting up the tent should be a piece of cake.
As a result, it took him a long time to hammer the first nail, and the tent was blown over by the wind. In the end, Zheng Cheng didn't care about his face and could only hold down the tent with stones and go find someone for help.
Fortunately, there were people camping next to him, and they were Chinese.
"Are you Master Guan Er?" Unexpectedly, he was recognized by his Chinese compatriots as soon as he took off his snow goggles.
His fellow countrymen were very enthusiastic. Knowing that it was his first time camping, they came over to help him. In no time, everything was done. They also asked him why he came alone and why they didn't see him making trouble.
"You guys know so much about melons?" Zheng Cheng was very surprised. How come someone in the United States knew about him and Hu Nao's affair?
"Do you know that Hu Nao is more famous than you in the United States?" The compatriots laughed.
After thanking the man, Zheng Cheng prepared to return. Before leaving, he glanced at the messages on his phone, mentally preparing himself for a long time. After mustering up all that energy, Zheng Cheng finally unlocked the phone by biting his glove.
63 missed calls and more than ten WeChat messages.
There were more than ten WeChat messages, all from Ni Tujun, except for the photos of kittens sent from home.
[Ni Tujun: Where have you been?]
[Ni Tujun: Your boyfriend and I had a fight.]
No, did they fight? Ni Tujun had been learning martial arts since he was a child, so he wouldn’t hurt Hanyu, Zheng Cheng panicked.
[Ni Tujun: Please return your boyfriend's call; he's very worried.]
He decided to look for you, and we went to the garden.
We went to the snow service center.
We went to the ski resort.
Ni Tujun sent over all the details of his and Hu Hanyu's visit to Zheng Cheng, one by one, like a game system.
He saw the time the last message was sent, which was fifteen minutes ago.
【Your boyfriend asked me to drive him to the campsite.】
It took about 25 minutes to drive from the hotel to the campsite, so there was no need to go back. Zheng Cheng stuck his snowboard into the ground and sat on the snow waiting.
After a while, a snow jeep was seen driving into the campsite. As soon as the car stopped, a black figure moved quickly towards Zheng Cheng's position.
"Slow down!" Zheng Cheng also stood up and ran towards him.
Hu Hanyu didn't slow down at all, and rushed over and knocked him to the ground in the snow.
The soft new snow didn't hurt at all under his body, but Zheng Cheng opened his mouth and wanted to ask him to slow down, but he got a mouthful of snow foam and it was so cold that he stuck out his tongue.
Before he could protest, warmth enveloped his cold lips.
For a moment, Zheng Cheng remembered that there were fans nearby.
But immediately, the burning sensation on the tip of the tongue took away all his attention, and his body's memory made him tighten his arms, moving closer and closer, blending all the heat together to experience this lingering, finally desired tenderness.
Slowly he could hear the friction of his jacket and the crunching of the snow again, and then he could see the person in front of him clearly.
The moisture from the two people's breath had formed white frost on his eyelashes and eyebrows, but it couldn't block the eager light in his eyes.
"I almost thought you didn't want me anymore." Hanyu said.
"Are you stupid?" Zheng Cheng smiled. "I'm just angry, not that I don't love you anymore."
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