The memories of the Alpine ski resorts, like carefully collected snow crystals, reflect a warm and clumsy halo in Mu Xinrong's heart.
Chao Youye’s promise of “taking you to a better ski resort” was not empty talk.
As winter in the northern hemisphere entered its deepest embrace and the long polar night began to murmur at the edge of the Arctic Circle, a plane ticket to Reykjavik, Iceland, was quietly placed on the notebook where Mu Xinrong was scribbling a draft of quantum field theory.
"Iceland?!" Mu Xinrong's eyes widened, the tip of his pen drew a long, uncontrollable line on the paper, and his voice rose several degrees due to excitement, almost overturning the ceiling of the apartment.
"Youye! Let's go see the aurora?!" He jumped up from his chair like a small animal hit by a huge surprise, turned around excitedly several times in the small space, and finally pounced accurately on the back of Youye who was quietly wiping the lens of a professional telescope by the window.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his lean waist and rubbed her cheeks contentedly against his broad back. This action was as familiar to her as breathing.
"Yeah." Chao Youye's body swayed slightly when she was bumped by him, but the movement of her hands stopped steadily, without any displeasure at being disturbed.
"Keep your promise. Go see the hem of the universe."
"Wow!!" Mu Xinrong cheered, his voice muffled by Chao Youye's thick wool sweater, making his back itch. "Youye is the best! It's a real aurora! Alive! It moves!"
All he knew about the aurora came from stunning documentaries and breathtaking online images of the flowing, dreamy green curtain of light.
In his heart, it had already strangely overlapped with the mysterious light in the depths of Chao Youye's purple eyes, symbolizing the ultimate mystery and romance, as well as - their own exclusive wonders.
In the following days, Mu Xinrong's excitement reached its peak. Like a little squirrel infused with boundless energy, he began frantically buying winter gear.
Iceland is notorious for its severe cold. He rummaged through his suitcases and stuffed his thickest goose down jackets, thickened and fleece-lined thermal underwear, wool hats that covered his ears, extremely windproof and waterproof combat pants, wool socks and gloves as thick as bear paws, and even self-heating hand warmers specially designed for extremely cold environments into his suitcase.
He tried on each piece of clothing in front of the mirror, wrapping himself up into a round, extremely brightly colored (he preferred all bright colors) ball.
Then, like a moving colorful snowball, it rolled in front of Youye and spun around, its eyes sparkling. "Youye, Youye, do you think it's warm enough? Does it look like a... uh, plump mango?"
He dropped the Eskimo analogy.
Chao Youye was sitting in an armchair by the window, a thick volume titled "Icelandic Geological Structure and Aurora Particle Flow Model" spread out on his knees, his slender fingers tracing over a line of complex formulas. Hearing this, he looked up.
Mu Xinrong wore an oversized, highly saturated mango yellow down jacket, a woolen hat with a fluffy ball on the top and a matching scarf.
The whole person was wrapped tightly, revealing only a pair of star-filled eyes and a slightly red nose tip that was frozen, which was as round as a carefully wrapped gift.
Chao Youye's gaze stayed on him for a few seconds, and a clear ripple of "joy" flashed across the depths of her purple eyes.
"It's more like a sweet fruit waiting to be peeled."
"..." Mu Xinrong puffed up his cheeks, which were mostly covered by the scarf, but quickly consoled himself, his voice buzzing through the scarf, "Sweet fruit is sweet fruit! It's better than being frozen into an ice sculpture!"
He skipped away and continued to study the thick stack of Iceland travel guide he had printed out, muttering to himself, full of exclamation marks.
"Blue Ice Cave! Wow! Glacier hiking! Thrilling! Myvatn Hot Springs! Must soak! And... most importantly! Must see the Aurora! KP index needs to be high! Clouds need to clear! Youye! Quick, show me the best viewing spot and time you calculated!"
He held the strategy guide and rushed to Chao Youye as if he was holding an imperial edict.
Compared with Mu Xinrong's "full armor" and "strategic reserves", Chao Youye's luggage, as always, embodies the simplicity and efficiency of a physicist.
Several well-tailored, top-performance dark gray and black windproof and warm clothes, professional polar hiking boots, a set of sophisticated portable weather monitors, high-power binoculars, and the black computer bag that he never leaves behind, filled with professional books and densely packed calculation notes.
His preparations were as calm as a precise scientific expedition rather than a romantic journey.
However, when Mu Xinrong curiously flipped through the book he had specially prepared, "Iceland's High-Latitude Atmospheric Physics and Geomagnetic Activity", which was as thick as a brick.
However, on a blank page regarding the aurora particle precipitation model, I discovered a line of extremely beautiful, penetrating English handwriting. The handwriting was calm yet contained power:
[Aurora viewing probability: High. Emotional amplification factor: Maximum (for Rong)]
Mu Xinrong's heart skipped a beat when he saw the affectionate "Rong" in the brackets, then accelerated wildly again, and the temperature of his cheeks instantly rose.
He quickly closed the book and glanced at Chao Youye who was checking the camera battery like a guilty thief.
Mu Xinrong couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth, and the expectation in her heart was like the surface of a lake where a stone was thrown, spreading out circles of sweet ripples.
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