Chapter 125 I Can't Bear to Leave
Weizhi bought his flight ticket early the next morning.
It was still daybreak, and she felt the man get up in a daze. She squinted her eyes and reflexively grabbed the empty side of the bed twice. After grabbing nothing, her white arms hung outside the quilt and fell down weakly.
There was the sound of water running in the bathroom.
The arm struggled to move, and a hairy head emerged from the quilt. There were faint teeth marks on the side of the sleepy face, left by someone who had been careless last night...
Tell him not to bite.
Say something like “It’s okay, you have to wear a mask on the plane tomorrow anyway.”
I rubbed my face, picked up my phone, and checked WeChat while lying on the bed. I replied to the WeChat messages I didn’t have time to reply to yesterday because I “went to bed too early”, and then checked the Moments I missed…
Turned over.
The sound of water in the bathroom hasn't stopped yet.
There was really nothing to see, so Weizhi touched his Weibo, which he hadn't opened for a day.
Then she was shocked to find that because of the "official announcement video" with a weird angle, she lost about 2,000 to 3,000 followers.
……………………This is fucking outrageous. She is not a skiing poster. How could someone stop following her overnight because of her ugly skiing posture? !
Early in the morning, when Shan Chong went to wash up, Wei Zhi was sitting on the bed holding her cell phone, looking very sick.
She looked at her phone and then at the tightly closed bathroom where the sound of water was coming from. She began to consider whether to ask her boyfriend to pay for it.
Or ask Lao Yan to pay you back.
Or shout backstab and pay (……).
Anyway, no one who taught her was innocent.
She opened the private messages with a pained look on her face. Among a bunch of ordinary messages like "Madam, I'm planning to go to Chongli this year. Can you recommend a ski instructor to me?", there were one or two unusual answers that gave her the answer: They are actually in a relationship. Do they have any quality? She unfollowed them.
I clicked on it and saw that the gender was: male.
Weizhi: “…”
So ten minutes later, Shan Chong came out after washing up and wiping his hair, and saw his girlfriend hiding under the covers with her phone in her hand. She looked shocked, and when she heard his voice, she raised her head and held up her phone: "I actually have a male fan!"
"How is it unmanly to backstab someone?" the man said in a nonchalant tone.
"No, you don't understand what I mean - I actually have a male fan who scolded me for having no quality just because I officially announced that I was no longer single, and then I was no longer single!" Wei Zhi had a look on her face that said "Mom, I've made it big!" "Isn't this the kind of treatment only female idols get!"
Shan Chong stopped drying his hair, leaned over to look at her phone -
The male fan's insults were illogical and quite harsh. He probably never imagined that the otaku lady who was being insulted was as happy as if she had won the lottery.
The man reached out to close the private message interface for her. He thought about it and was about to ask her if she wanted to open a small account to curse back, but two white and tender claws appeared on her arm...
The girl threw her phone away, followed his bent posture and clung to him, shaking his arm: "Did you lose followers when you made the official announcement?"
Shan Chong thought about it. He posted a few messages about Wei Zhi, and they were very popular.
Many people outside the circle come to watch and support the couple, and every time they do, they gain a lot of fans. How can he know if someone has unfollowed him because of this...
He didn't look closely either.
No one would be so KY as to go to the comment section and scold him for being in a relationship. He would be scolded to death by the righteous crowd. This circle is so small. Do you want to be socially dead?
Moreover, you could say he was arrogant or lived in his own world, but he never paid much attention to the number of fans.
So he let the little girl hang on his arm. The man shook his head and was about to say "I wasn't paying attention" when the person hanging on his arm loosened his hand and fell back onto the bed.
The person wrapped in the quilt kicked the quilt, snorted proudly, and said, "I lost a lot of powder."
"?"
Shan Chong hesitated for a moment. For the first time, he was not sure what she meant.
If she cried and felt wronged, he might start to reflect on himself and wonder if he was too possessive, too nosy, and hindered the girl's career from flourishing...
But her tone didn't sound like that at all.
That "humph" was as proud as if she had just won the Nobel Prize in comics.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Then I heard her say "Oh" and "You can't."
“…”
Standing beside the bed, the man raised the corner of his lips, revealing his white teeth——
It's like a famous star who made a name for himself with his face reacting to haters calling him an ugly bastard with a nonchalant attitude and a bit of "are you blind?" contempt...
Too lazy to waste time talking to her about these trivial things, he checked the time on his phone. The man lowered his eyes and said to the person in the quilt, "You're up, but you're still crawling under the quilt."
"I'm a female idol now," the person under the quilt revealed a smooth forehead. Perhaps because her face was not shown, she spoke shamelessly, "Be polite when talking to me. Use 'please'. I'll give you a chance to say it again."
“…”
She didn't feel proud enough before the quilt covering her was lifted off her body.
The man in jeans and shirtless dragged her out from under the quilt and carried her on his shoulders.
The little girl screamed and hung on his shoulders with her waist folded. Her white, round toes couldn't find a point of support, so they kicked around on his abdominal muscles. Her fingernails rested on the waistbutton of his open jeans, making light "click" and "click" sounds.
Finally, she put her foot on his hips, and finally found the force point in a not-so-elegant posture. A big hand came down and slapped her round buttocks, making her arch her body forward.
She danced her hands in the air and hugged his waist: "I lost 2,000 to 3,000 fans for you! Why do you still have this attitude!"
"I think you're quite happy about losing followers."
"It's already fallen, why don't you find a happier angle? Are you still crying?"
Her feet slipped on his hips and waist, and she kicked twice more -
She was unsteady.
It actually made him angry.
It's strange to say, everyone else is skiing, and everyone else is injured or has a broken foot, but she has no problem at all. Since she learned to wear snowboards, except for the time when she was tricked into the park and fell because her feet were rubbed by new snowshoes, she has been "safe and injury-free" to the fullest since then...
Her feet are so tender that one wonders whether she is attending class and skating properly.
Shan Chong didn't say anything. Before the fire completely broke out and became uncontrollable, he carried her into the bathroom, ruthlessly pushed her into the shower, and then turned around and left the bathroom.
The person inside opened the door, followed him out like a little tail, poked his head out, and asked the man in the room in a sweet voice: "Will you take me to the airport later?"
"deliver."
"real?"
"How about I get up before daybreak and use the snowplow?" The man said speechlessly, "The ski resort won't open for another four hours."
"oh."
The head that popped out from the crack of the bathroom door shrank back with a whoosh.
…
Shan Chong said he had sent them there, so Wei Zhi naturally thought that he would drive his old car to take them to the airport, so after taking a shower, she hesitated for a long time and finally made an appointment with Jiang Nanfeng and Jiang Chao to wait for them in the hotel lobby.
When the two of them dragged their luggage out, they found that the familiar BAIC car, which had not been washed for a whole snow season, was parked at the entrance of the hotel.
Wei Zhi looked back blankly, and standing behind her was obviously the owner of the car who had just walked out of the room with her.
When she turned around, the driver's door opened and a young man with his arm hanging jumped out. It was freezing cold. He stood beside the car and looked at them from a distance...
There is a lot of snow in Chongli this year.
It started snowing at midnight last night.
At this moment, the snow fell on his shoulders, and he did not move, like a statue, with his hair stained a little white. Then he turned around and climbed into the back seat consciously.
Weizhi blinked and asked in disbelief, "How did he get out of the parking lot?"
No one answered her question, so she turned to look at Jiang Nanfeng——
Actually, I wanted to say we should take a taxi.
However, Jiang Nanfeng never expected that she would do something that she probably hadn't been able to do since the second year of junior high school. She raised her hands and rubbed her eyes in a somewhat childish manner, then lowered her hands and stared at the dirty back seat of the car.
...and he didn't seem to have any intention of pulling out his phone to open the taxi-hailing app.
Wei Zhi was unsure of what she meant, so she had to look at Shan Chong. Facing his girlfriend's silent gaze, Shan Chong probably felt a little guilty, so he said simply, "Five people, it's just right to squeeze in."
This person usually doesn't talk much, and he talks even less when he feels guilty or is trying to make excuses.
After putting away the luggage, Shan Chong got into the driver's seat, Wei Zhi climbed into the passenger seat, and they all turned their heads around -
Lao Yan curled up in the back corner without saying a word;
Jiang Chao and Jiang Nanfeng stood under the car, apparently having a silent discussion about who should sit in the middle...
Finally, Jiang Chao pushed his sister into the back seat of the car, closed the door, and said that it was too crowded with five people, so he took a taxi and left.
Wei Zhi’s first reaction was that she didn’t expect Jiang Chao to be so sensible.
When the car quieted down, she could sense the awkward atmosphere and began to regret not taking a taxi with Jiang Chao.
Glancing at Shan Chong, she took out her Bluetooth headset and put it on.
Shan Chong had first-rate psychological qualities. He lowered his eyes, started the car and drove away.
The car drove out about fifty meters. When Jiang Nanfeng took the initiative to say, "Are you catching a plane too?" and Lao Yan laughed briefly and said, "Have you seen my suitcase?", Wei Zhi silently turned down the music on his mobile phone to the lowest volume, looked straight ahead, and looked calm and composed.
"What are you doing up so early in the morning?"
"What do you think?"
The students who have been taking the Laoyan class these days must have had a hard time. They might have thought that Shan Chong had switched to Pinghua dancing if they closed their eyes.
"Zhao Keyan, I think the only thing we need to do is to become WeChat friends," Jiang Nanfeng said, "What are you doing?"
It was the first time that Wei Zhi heard Lao Yan's full name, which sounded murderous when it came out of Jiang Nanfeng's mouth. He couldn't help but quickly glance at the person in the back seat through the rearview mirror...
Neither of them noticed her.
She quickly looked away like a thief.
She turned her head to look at the driver, who also took the time to glance at her lazily. The interest in his glance made her face blush. She raised her hand and patted the back of his hand that was holding the steering wheel as if warning.
gently.
Afraid of disturbing the two people behind.
I was decisive and didn't disturb him.
At this moment, the boy who was called by his full name had a nonchalant look on his face, the aura of a playboy with the weird smile passed down from his master. Lao Yan asked: "What's wrong? Did you see that the short video platform changed the status of my video and removed it from the top?"
Let the silly girl go, and now you say it's gone.
Jiang Nanfeng didn't. Faced with Wei Zhi's eyes full of trust in her intelligence, she said nothing, turned her head away silently, and looked out the car window.
There is still a little redness in the corners of the eyes.
Wei Zhi saw that the smile on Lao Yan's face almost disappeared, and he changed his sitting position uncomfortably. He didn't dare to stare at Jiang Nanfeng anymore——
The powerful attack failed, and he was defeated. The kid finally stopped laughing, was silent for a while and said: "I didn't delete it, I just moved it to private."
Jiang Nanfeng said nothing.
Lao Yan lowered his head and snapped his fingers, thought for a moment, and said, "I'll let it out if you agree..."
At a traffic light, Shan Chong braked steadily.
Suddenly, there was no sound of the engine in the car. Lao Yan's voice was clear and distinct. He said:
"When the time comes, everything that should be there will be there."
The boy's voice was nasal.
After dozens of seconds, the person who had been looking out the window turned his head back. She tilted her head and stared at him for a while. When the driver in front restarted the car and the engine began to shake, she let out an almost inaudible "hmm" sound into her ears.
The red light ahead turns green.
…
The airport always seems particularly busy before the New Year.
Shan Chong was not in a very good mood when he sent Weizhi to the airport. He frowned the whole time when he saw the huge crowds of people. He was worried about the Spring Festival travel rush. It was so crowded...
In previous years, I always boarded the plane on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and there was no one at the airport.
He carried Weizhi's suitcase into the airport, watched her check in, exchanged her ticket, and escorted her all the way to the security check. The man put his hands in his pockets and said, "Go ahead."
Outside the mask, those dark eyes were calm, without any reluctance at all. It was so calm that it didn't seem like he was sending her to the airport security checkpoint, but rather they were standing at the cable car at the top of the mountain and parting ways briefly. She went to the karaoke bar, and he went to the park...
We can even squat together to eat at noon.
He dared not even think about this kind of scene. As soon as he thought about it, Wei Zhi felt an internal pain. He sniffed, wondering if this person was heartless.
Outside the airport, the sun had just risen from the horizon. It was not dazzling and had no temperature. It hung in the sky, bright red, like a fake sun.
Wei Zhi turned around and saw Lao Yan lowering his head slightly and reaching out to help Jiang Nanfeng adjust the beret on his head. The atmosphere was harmonious and it seemed that the two of them did not end up deleting each other's WeChat.
Turning her head back and looking at her boyfriend who was acting very serious, the girl felt very resentful and thought that she was more like the one who deleted the friend as soon as she got on the plane.
She flicked the bunny ears on the bunny bag across her waist with her fingertips.
At this time, the man finally moved. He took a step forward, put his big hands on her shoulders, leaned over and gave her a light kiss on the face. She could feel his warm touch through the mask.
This bastard kissed him where the teeth marks were left last night.
"Does your face still hurt?" he asked her in a low voice.
She wanted to say "It doesn't hurt anymore", but the words suddenly died in her throat. She snorted coquettishly and threw herself into his arms: "Why can't you bear to leave me?"
Her soft hands clasped his waist tightly.
At this time, Shan Chong narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a hint of smile, patted her head, and promised her to turn on the video at night, and to turn on the video when he was free on the cable car. If he could not take the girl's class, he would not take it. If he had to take it, he would not put his arm around her waist. He would not teach her step by step for the time being...
Blah blah.
She talked a lot, and finally the man hooked the edge of her mask with one hand, pulled it down, and pressed his lips with her familiar breath against hers, just a light touch -
Ding's mumbling came to an abrupt end.
Before she could react, the mask was put back on. The man pressed the edge with his slightly rough fingertips to ensure that it fit tightly against the bridge of her nose. He smiled and said, "Go ahead. Call me when you land."
"What if you were on the slopes at that time?"
He dropped his eyes.
“You have to pick it up anywhere.”
…
After sending his wife off, the man returned to the apartment at the ski resort on the top of the mountain.
My mentality was originally normal.
When I opened the door, the sweet scent of shampoo that had not yet dissipated in the air hit me in the face, and everything started to seem wrong.
The apartment was not cleaned up yet, and the girl's bath towel from the morning was still casually placed on the chair. The man frowned and picked it up, throwing it into the laundry basket.
Make the bed;
The chairs that had been pulled out were put back in their original places;
His changed clothes were folded on the sofa;
When I entered the bathroom, I saw that the shampoo left by my girlfriend was still there. I picked it up and took a look. As if it was planned, there was only an empty bottle left... At this moment, the bottle mouth was casually open, and the culprit of the lingering fragrance was found.
He walked around the room as if on patrol.
The man suddenly realized that without someone to talk to for a long time, the room was too quiet.
It was 8:30 in the morning when Didi backstabbed him. He had just walked around the room aimlessly for the 800th time.
【CK, Backstab: Brother, are you back? My junior sister left?】
【Chong: Yes.】
[CK, Backstab: The timing is perfect, let's go in through the door today, okay?]
Shan Chong calmly picked up a long, dark, slightly curly hair from the pillow, stared at it for a while, put it on the bedside table, and replied to a message -
【Chong: do it.】
Strictly speaking, the ski resort on the top of the mountain was no different from any other day.
It snowed yesterday, and today's snow quality is even the best, with thick powder snow. Shan Chong and his friends spent the whole morning drilling in the small woods with their boards...
Shan Chong also started his first trip with some characteristics.
The first time he came out of the woods, he felt that it was just like that.
The next few times, when a group of people were happily performing human regression and imitating monkey calls in front, he simply acted as a photographer, following them steadily with his mobile phone in hand, recording them having fun in the snow.
During lunch, he didn't eat well. He just lazily sat aside and edited videos for his disciples.
Backstab was a filial son after all. He saw that his father was not in a good mood, so he came over and asked him if he wanted to go on the platform to fly a few times in the afternoon.
The man raised his eyelids, checked the time and wondered if his wife's plane had landed. He answered absentmindedly, thought for a moment and said, "I don't want to go."
This is the first time since I met Shan Chong that I feel his image is equivalent to that of Lin Daiyu who is suffering from lovesickness.
Backstab: “…”
Backstab: "How about class? I have a student asking if he can date you?"
Shan Chong: "My waist hurts, I can't hold on."
Backstab: “…”
Backstab: "So what are you going to do this afternoon?"
Shan Chong thought for a moment and said, "I don't know, just try it randomly."
Then, he skated a few times without any proper skills.
After eating, he put on his own skating board and stared at the word "mach" on it for thirty seconds.
Then he held the cable car and stared at the snow trail below. He saw a man bending over and touching the snow with his butt sticking out. He became interested and turned around to say something when he met his apprentice's puzzled eyes.
Backstab: "Gah?"
Shan Chong: “…”
Shan Chong felt that he had never in his life experienced the meaning of the word "boring" so vividly and three-dimensionally as he did now, at this moment.
He said "It's okay" with a wooden face and turned his face back.
This may be the beginning...
That afternoon, every time the man touched the snow with his back edge, he thought of a little girl hugging his neck and shouting, "I'd rather have my butt chopped off."
At this moment, skiing, such a joyful thing, is giving him PTSD.
then.
After skiing for an hour that afternoon, the man decisively took off his board and returned to the ski equipment hall. Before he could even stand still, he bought a ticket home.
Thanks for the invitation, I decided to join the crowd during the Spring Festival travel rush.
I would rather go home and be scolded than stay in this lonely snow field.