Chapter 2, Section 1——

Always respecting and admiring men is the only way to prolong the shelf life of love.

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Changbai Mountain is truly a magical place.

In Changbai Mountain, Shan Chong is not only a high-ranking god worship, but also a small feat.

Weizhi accepted the role of boyfriend with almost no sense of incongruity.

She said nice things to make him happy, and answered "umm mmm, ok ok ok ok" no matter what she did. She stared at the corners of his lips, and it wouldn't work if his lips were lowered or pursed. She was like a eunuch serving the Buddha, afraid that he would be saddened by some scene in some corner of Changbai Mountain one night, and she would hide under the quilt and secretly shed tears when she was unhappy or too happy.

I stayed in Changbai Mountain for a few days.

In a blink of an eye, New Year's Eve is just around the corner. When Weizhi sneezed for the 800th time, her family called to ask her when she would be back. They wanted to prepare for a big cleaning, window decorations, and New Year's shopping...

Going home seems more urgent.

After hanging up the phone, she discussed with the little princess, "When are we going home?" Shan Chong thought for a moment, then squeezed her hand and said, "What should I do? I'm a little reluctant to leave you."

...This man speaks so fucking nicely.

Wei Zhi got excited and simply bought a ticket back to Nancheng in his city, and drove with him all the way back from Changbai Mountain, which was only a six or seven hour drive.

Weizhi took cold medicine before getting on the bus and slept for two-thirds of the time curled up in the man's arms. But even so, everyone was very satisfied. When they arrived at the destination in the afternoon, she was awakened in a daze, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself in a place similar to a street.

"Where is this?" She got up and wiped the window with her hand. "Did you kidnap me?"

As she said this, her hands were still on the trafficker's thighs, and the trafficker held her waist to prevent her from falling and hurting herself while crawling around in the back seat.

The man raised his eyelids and said, "My home."

Wei Zhi suddenly thought there was something wrong with her ears and turned to look at him. He looked back at her expressionlessly.

She turned her head and looked out the window again - it looked like a very old residential area. Downstairs of a certain unit building, there were two old ladies holding vegetable baskets and chatting...

The sun is shining brightly today. There is a blanket on the horizontal bar in the community gym, and some dried radishes are drying under the blanket.

Very full of life.

She looked away, feeling the man's eyes still on her face, so she sniffed her red nose and said, "Don't look at me. I won't go upstairs with you."

The man raised his lip corners: "I didn't ask you to go upstairs, it's just that compared to the airport, my home is closer after getting off the highway..."

He paused and then changed the subject.

"Go upstairs and get a red envelope, and then give me half of it."

This is the difference between the north and the south. In Weizhi, the red envelopes are 10 or 20 yuan during the Spring Festival. When you go home to visit relatives, you will find that the amount is 200 yuan.

When she heard that the man wanted twenty dollars and wanted to meet him to split half of it, she wanted to hold on to the car door tightly and tie it into a knot with the seat belt.

"When you sent me home, you turned and ran away when you saw my mother."

"Why didn't you run away and stay for a quick meal?"

Seeing how frightened she was, Shan Chong chuckled, did not force her to get out of the car, but opened the door and got out himself.

He was not in a hurry to close the car door, so he turned his head back for some reason and found that the little girl curled up in the car said "I won't get off", but her pair of black eyes were always glued to him. In the dim car, her eyes were particularly bright.

The man's heart moved.

He held the car door with one hand and bent down slightly.

The person in the car moved his butt, stretched out a pair of hands from the car, stretched them out to hook his neck, and rubbed his face with his soft face: "You have to keep your boyfriend in your phone again."

He chuckled.

He tilted his head, and his lips brushed across her soft cheek, then moved down along the tip of her nose, and then to her lips. Just as he was about to kiss her, she turned her head away and wiped her face away.

"Infect you."

She said in a stifling voice, "I don't know what will happen after the New Year. Athletes are not allowed to eat this or touch that. If you catch a cold, you can't just fight it—"

"in spite of."

Shan Chong bit her chattering lips directly. When she had a cold, she would breathe through her mouth, and her breath was warm and a little moist... She made a "hmm" sound and backed away.

His nose was pressed against hers, the veins on the back of his hand bulged as he pressed against the open car door. He followed her movement as she dodged backwards, almost getting back into the car, and forced himself to deepen the kiss.

The driver in front, coach Wang Xin, who also served as the driver, was playing with his mobile phone expressionlessly. He resolutely did not turn around and waited for the people behind him to get tired.

When they finally separated, the little girl's face was as red as a shrimp just pulled out of a boiling pot.

He had to comfort her: "It's okay, it's just like a TV drama. I can watch the male and female protagonists kissing in TV dramas without blushing."

Wei Zhi: “…”

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On the other side, Shan Chong slammed the car door shut, watched the car restart, and slowly drove away.

He turned back to the bottom of the stairs only when the car was out of sight. Then he felt a little chilly on his head when he reached the top of the stairs. He looked up and found that the window of his house had been opened at some point. It was freezing cold, and there were three heads lying on the window.

They all looked down.

At this moment, the family of four looked at each other for a few seconds, and it was his father who retracted his head first.

When he went upstairs, the door was already open.

Shan Shan said, “Ah.”

Mr. Shan coughed lightly and lit a cigarette.

The single mother brought him slippers and wanted to remain silent at first, but in the end she couldn't help but said, "I didn't expect you to actually do something serious in Chongli."

Shan Chong bent down to put on his slippers, and raised his eyelids when he heard this: "What I do is not a serious matter."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped lightly: "You didn't let him come up."

"She is shy and very polite. I came here just because I was passing by to send her to the airport," the man laughed. "Maybe next time."

Shan Chong's mother had never heard her son mention anything in such a gentle tone. After a moment of stunned silence, she smiled and said, "Go help your father put up the window paper-cuts."

Shan Chong responded and left.

Nothing else was mentioned.

This year, neighbors noticed that the Shan family had put up window decorations and Spring Festival couplets unusually early, as if something auspicious had happened. It was indeed different from previous years.