Weizhi didn't react to what happened.

She blinked and put on a pair of frameless goggles that provided a much wider field of vision than the ones she had bought from a roadside stall before. The color of the lenses was also very nice.

She took off her goggles, held them in her hand and looked at them, but her mind was still blank. A hand reached out and touched the edge of her goggles.

"Burton M4 lenses are magnetic and replaceable. The same model also has other colors. Different scenes require different lens colors. They can be purchased separately." The man's voice came from above. "In the future, if the lens is foggy, just take it off and wipe it. You don't have to take it off again, which is so troublesome."

Her main entertainment on the cable car these days is to wipe the mist from her stall.

A trip on the cable car can involve three or four rounds of picking and putting on.

"..." Weizhi raised his goggles, looked again and again, and blinked in disbelief, "For me?"

At this time, the man had withdrawn his hand and walked towards the ski equipment hall holding his board.

Only his faint "hmm" in the cold wind slowly floated into Wei Zhi's ears.

Weizhi stood there for three seconds, hung his new snow goggles on his elbow, and hurriedly followed him into the ski equipment hall, holding his board.

At this moment, the ski equipment hall at the mountaintop ski resort is almost empty.

Most of the lights in the lobby were turned off. The bustle of the daytime was gone. In the darkness, the lockers stood quietly in the shadows. Only a few lights in the main corridor were on. The remaining light was the reflection of the white snow outside...

Occasionally, from some corner, there could be heard the whispers of two people returning late.

Wei Zhi held the board and looked around, found the direction of his locker, moved towards it, and heard footsteps behind him.

Looking back, she saw Shan Chong following her.

Weizhi: “?”

Normally, after class, the two of them would disperse outside the ski equipment hall. She would go back to her locker, while Shan Chong would drag his board up the cable car to find the one who backstabbed them.

He came with me today.

It's very abnormal.

"Go ahead," the man explained casually in a calm voice, as if he knew what she was confused about, "It's dark outside. I'll take you to the hotel entrance in a while."

"oh."

——After a brief quarrel, Brother Jiao Nian decided to become an individual.

The above is the Chinese-Chinese translation of Shan Chong’s words in the little girl’s ears.

She returned the board to the counter first, then walked to the locker. As usual, she loosened her snowshoes, stretched her toes, and put on her own shoes...

Then he took off his helmet and put it aside.

She took off her face protector and stuffed it into her helmet, then took down her snow goggles from her elbows and touched them tenderly. She looked up at Shan Chong as if she remembered something and whispered, "Thank you."

"Um."

"If you want to go back, you can always go back."

Before the man had time to respond to such humble words, she quickly added:

"Although I will definitely cry when I give it back to you."

“…”

After the moral kidnapping was completed, Weizhi reluctantly put the new snow goggles into the helmet with a padded face protector, with the mirror facing upwards for fear of scratching them.

The man was right next to her. He put down his board and leaned against the cupboard with his arms folded, watching her series of movements without rushing her, as if he was very patient.

He watched in silence as Weizhi slowly took off his green-haired turtle butt pad, then turned it over, touched it, and picked at the frozen snow stuck to the little turtle's tail...

Weizhi: “Huh.”

Shan Chong finally couldn't help himself and said, "Do you have to take so long to say goodbye to your cuckold solemnly every day?"

"...No," Weizhi lifted the turtle up by its legs. "Look, it's broken."

"?"

Shan Chong bent down slightly and took a closer look. With the dim light, he saw that the turtle's butt was broken. Right next to the tail, the cotton had exploded into a small ball...

This kind of butt pad for beginners is originally made from dolls, and the quality is actually not very good.

...But it was the first time he had seen it used to explode.

Taking the turtle, the man pushed the cotton in a little bit with his slender fingertips, and the cotton "poofed" out stubbornly again.

"..." He "tsk"ed, "The internal organs are all exposed. This bastard is really dying from being sat on by you."

Weizhi blushed and tried to grab the little turtle back, but the man quickly raised his hand, causing his fingertips to just brush against the little turtle's tail...

Just like the scene when he handed it to her.

Wei Zhi was anxious and opened his hands: "Give it back to me."

Shan Chong: "Why are you in such a hurry? I'll take it back and deal with it."

Weizhi: "How to deal with it?"

Shan Chong: "Don't worry about it."

Weizhi: "Without it, I would fall to my death."

Shan Chong: “Got it.”

…

After leaving the ski equipment hall, Wei Zhi and Shan Chong walked silently towards the hotel, one meter apart and one behind.

During this time, Weizhi looked back eight times at the turtle corpse held in the man's hand, and was hesitant to speak.

Unfortunately, the latter completely ignored her desire to speak. When they reached the hotel entrance, he raised his chin and said, "Come in."

He did not even take off his face protection, but took off his helmet and put it in his hand, holding the board under his arm, and stood under the light.

Wei Zhi blinked, waved at him, pushed open the hotel door, thought for a moment, looked back at him, hesitated, waved again, then bent down and squeezed in through the gap in the open door.

When I arrived at the hotel lobby and looked back, the man who was standing outside the door had already left.

She felt a little disappointed, yet she breathed a sigh of relief. She rubbed her frozen hands and pressed the elevator button to go back to her room.

The elevator came down from the high building and the waiting time was a bit long. Weizhi stared at a mottled spot on the corner of the wall in a daze and thought of his new snow goggles again.

She was a little excited because she received a gift from someone else! But she was also a little uneasy. After thinking about it, she took out her mobile phone, opened Taobao, and searched for "BurtonM4" according to the keywords. The first result displayed was a thing that looked like a pair of snow goggles, priced at 1098, free shipping.

...Oh, it's only a thousand dollars, that's okay.

Weizhi was holding the phone in his hand, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly noticed something was wrong with the key words. He squinted his eyes slightly, raised the phone and looked closer at the screen.

[BURTON Burton men's autumn and winter ANONM4 ski goggles anti-fog goggles lenses. 】

...lens.

Lenses?

A lens...

1098?

ah?

How much is the frame?

Is it for free?

…………………………………………

Mamoru (shocked): “Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?!!!!!!”

…

At the same time.

After watching his young apprentice walk back to the ski resort hotel, looking back every few steps, Shan Chong returned to the relatively shabby apartment building next to the ski resort.

Unlike tourists, most skiers who stay at Chongli Ski Resort during the snow season basically live in this apartment, which is close to the ski resort and very cheap if rented on a monthly basis - it only costs more than 3,000 yuan a month during the peak snow season, and you can even share the rent.

Holding his snowboard, the man took the old, rusty elevator covered with advertisements and slowly returned to the third floor. He then walked to a room at the end of the corner and finally stopped.

I took the key and opened the door. The moment the door opened, the warm air mixed with the aroma of food blew in my face, the dim light poured out, and at the same time the noisy sound of the TV came in.

Although the apartment is simple, it is still cozy in its layout, with Japanese log style, a sofa and coffee table in the middle of the living room, and the carpet is littered with the traces of people who shared an apartment with Shan Chong... and a few uninvited guests.

Peanuts and junk food were opened and placed on the table, two or three bottles of beer were opened and placed anywhere within easy reach, and several grown men were sitting lazily on the sofa or carpet, watching a horror movie together.

A few potato chip crumbs were scattered on the carpet. Shan Chong glanced at them without frowning.

Just ignore it.

"Master, you are back."

The guy leaning on the sofa didn't even raise his head and greeted lazily.

There was no response for a long while. The next second, with a "puff" sound, a wet plush toy with cold water vapor was thrown at his face.

Backstab was still chewing popcorn when he was hit unexpectedly and nearly bit his tongue. He sat up with his legs stretched out and frantically pulled the stuffed toy off... Upon closer inspection, it was the turtle butt pad that he had offered to his junior sister with his hands a few days ago.

"It's broken." Shan Chong said, "Take it down."

Backstab shook the butt pad while holding it, then turned it over and saw the bursting thread and cotton on the butt. "My goodness," he asked Shan Chong, "did you have a fight with the current owner of the turtle butt pad on the snow track or something?"

Shan Chong: “?”

"This is the first time I've seen someone sit on this thing until it explodes!" To express his shock, he hammered the little turtle twice and emphasized, "It's such a thick cushion!"

"She always falls down." Shan Chong took off his coat and threw it on the sofa. "She doesn't allow me to talk about it. She gets angry when she talks about it."

There was a hint of helplessness in his tone.

As soon as these words came out, a bunch of people who were watching TV stopped watching and looked over. It was obvious that they thought the show was scarier than a horror movie.

The idle people are talking at once——

"Am I dreaming? What's the tone of Chong brother?"

"Damn it, Chongshen, if you could speak to me in such a gentle tone, my 1080° would have been dead long ago! Ying!"

"No, wait, why do you all look like you know everything... What melon? Who are you talking about? Who is the one who keeps falling?"

"…Who else could it be? Look at us, who looks like someone who can use a turtle butt pad? Remember that photo? The one with the plate!"

…

Three seconds of collective silence.

The idle crowd suddenly realized: "Oh!"

Backstab glanced at the waist bag that Shan Chongcai had put down, and added: "I guess Dai Duo's snow mirror was also given to her."

The idle crowd was delighted to hear and see: "Yo!"

Shan Chong sat down on the sofa, took a can of beer, opened it and took a sip, then lowered his eyes to watch the TV, looking as if he was too lazy to explain a single word.

Backstab stood up and first went to the drawer to find the needles and thread that were originally provided in the apartment. He shook the sewing box, picked up the turtle and took a look at it, and suddenly realized the cruelty of reality.

"No, wait! How can we, the old men, do this?" Backstab kicked the idle people around him and asked, "Hey, what are you looking at? Who among you can sew?"

The idle crowd was laughing, a bunch of rough guys who only knew how to jump off the stage and hit the poles. They were all those who got some sponsorship and asked the sponsor to replace them with new players when their snow suits were broken...

You may not even know how to turn on a washing machine, so how can you sew turtles?

Backstab rolled his eyes, and his hands were sweating just from threading the needle. He finally managed to connect the needle and thread together, and gritted his teeth and threaded the needle...

After a few stitches and a few attempts, I succeeded in making my eyes dazzled.

"Forget it, Chongshen!" Backstab put the turtle down, "Don't bother with it, why don't you buy her a new one? Aren't the underwear she wears good enough? Anyway, we'll have to wear underwear in the future, so it's durable."

“…”

Shan Chong was originally looking at his phone, and a person he hadn’t contacted for ten thousand years just popped up on WeChat and asked, “What are you going to do with the snow goggles? Are you so poor that you can’t even afford one?” He swiped away the message without hesitation.

Then he raised his eyes lazily and spoke slowly.

"Is it free to buy it again?"

He sat up a little, and through the edge of the phone, casually glanced at the turtle in his hand - it was mended crookedly, with several millimeters between the seams and the lines - regardless of whether it was mended or not, at least it had nothing to do with the word "mend".

His eyelids twitched, and the man dragged the turtle over and put it on his lap, commenting: "Why are your hands and feet the same? What's this thing?"

Backstab was furious: "It's good to be given a supplement! I can even thread a needle into a pair of holes! Come on! Come on!"

Shan Chong held the turtle and shook it, stuffed the phone in his hand into the backstab's hand, grabbed the scissors, raised his hand to remove the criss-cross thread that was sewed on the backstab, and took the needle and thread from his hand -

Stuff the cotton in and sew the edges a little more tightly.

At this end of the sofa, Shan Chong was slowly and unskillfully mending the turtle.

On the other side of the sofa, Backstab was browsing his phone without any psychological burden, reporting: "Master, Brother Chong, God Chong! There is a defeated general of yours named Dai Duo here. He was robbed of his snow mirror and he is not convinced!"

"What do you mean by robbing? Watch your words." Shan Chong said, "I won it."

"No matter how it came about, he was just being weird and saying you were poor."

"Why?" Shan Chong was too lazy to lift his head and was conscientiously sewing the turtle worth about a hundred yuan. "He is really poor. Will he donate some money?"

"Yeah!" Backstab typed on Shan Chong's phone, reading as he typed, "'I'm poor, can you donate some? Alipay, WeChat, bank cards, all kinds of channels are supported, you can choose whatever you want. Thank you for your patronage.'"

"I have bank cards from the five major banks," Shan Chong added, "If you don't have one, I can apply for one myself."

Backstab almost fell off the sofa laughing.

The master and his disciple were having a great time.

At this moment, there was a click at the door and Lao Yan poked his head in.

Shan Chong did not close the door when he came back, so Lao Yan, who originally lived next door, heard the voices and pushed the door open and came in.

"What are you doing—"

The boy with a harmless baby face pushed the door open with a big smile on his face. However, after seeing the scene in the room, his voice stopped abruptly and the smile froze on his face.

On the sofa, the coolest man in the universe in Lao Yan's eyes lowered his head expressionlessly and bit off the thread in his hand. He stroked the green turtle butt pad on his knees, then picked it up and shook it.

That movement is called flowing water——

The last time Lao Yan saw such a loving scene was when he was in primary school, when his mother sat on the kang and mended his socks (……).

Lao Yan took two steps back expressionlessly, walked out of the door and closed it.

Standing outside the door, rubbing his eyes, taking a deep breath, he opened the door again.

On the sofa, the coolest man in the universe lifted up the green turtle butt pad and asked the backstab beside him expressionlessly: "Hey, come over here and take a look. Is this okay? Will it be more solid if I sew it again?"

Lao Yan: “…”

Lao Yan: “…………”

Lao Yan: “………………”

The sky is falling.