When we finally got down the mountain, I don't know why everyone seemed to be holding their noses and trying to suppress their anger.

When they got to the bottom of the mountain, Shan Chong took off his board, stepped on it casually, and then hooked it up and hung it between his elbows. After thinking for a while, he asked Wei Zhi: "What time is the flight tomorrow?"

"A little after eight in the morning."

As she spoke, the words "No need to see me off" were already on the tip of her tongue, but who knew that the other party just said "Oh" calmly, with no intention of seeing her off at all -

Maybe they can't bear to spend money on gas.

And the flight is at 8 o'clock, which means I have to get up at 5 o'clock to prepare to go to the airport. It's crazy to get up so early just to see someone off.

To be honest, Weizhi himself was also aware of his own situation. From the beginning to the end, he had no intention of asking others to send him the gift, but he was so polite that he didn't even bother to be polite...

It's too real.

At this time, the sun was about to set, and the orange-gold light filled the muddy snow path. The golden light and the shadows in the gullies were in stark contrast, but not ugly...

It's like orange soda spilled into a smoothie.

Behind me was the familiar ski equipment hall, with fellow skiers coming in and out after skiing and preparing to go home. They tilted their heads curiously and looked at the man and woman standing at the door of the ski equipment hall, who were in silence with each other.

The man was wearing an expensive professional snow suit, holding the park's famous Burton custom snowboard, and looked down at the little girl standing in front of him.

The little girl didn't even wear a snow suit or snow boots. She was only wearing a down jacket and snow boots. She looked like a furry bunch. Her dark brown hair was disheveled, and the night wind made it a little messy.

Her eyes never stopped at the wooden rack behind the man, where some people were standing, leisurely blowing the skis off their snowboards with spray guns.

This was a scene he had grown accustomed to seeing over the past ten days, but at this moment, Wei Zhi suddenly felt that he couldn't get enough of it...

She stared very seriously.

It's like imprinting every mark and even the spots in that corner in my mind.

Until the man standing close to her spoke: "What do you want to say?"

Wei Zhi retracted her gaze and looked at Shan Chong. It was the first time she looked at him straight in the eye since she knew he was the boss of Spectacle Cloth. She smiled a little naively and raised her hand to gently ruffle her hair. "Then I'll go home tomorrow."

The man paused for a few seconds and then said "hmm" softly.

The response was a casual, monosyllabic one, devoid of much emotion.

It was quite expected.

Wei Zhi is gone, but he still has many disciples in Chongli. As the year draws to a close, more friends, disciples, and admirers will come from all corners of the world...

At that time, they will eat barbecue together, drink together, sit on the broken sofa together to watch horror movies, chat together in their spare time, and discuss various skiing techniques——

This winter is still so long and the snow season has just begun.

They all have their own little goals to achieve, right?

So everyone will keep moving forward without any nostalgia for yesterday.

Thinking of this, Wei Zhi smiled meaningfully again, raised her head, and said to the man standing at the end of her shadow stretched by the setting sun: "At least this is the last day I know who you are."

“It doesn’t matter who I am.”

The man responded in a neutral tone, forcing himself to swallow back the words, “But if you want to specialize in carving in the future, I’ll block you.”

The little girl didn't know that she had been expelled from her master's school. She stepped on the ground, waved at him, and smiled brightly: "Goodbye then!"

He stopped talking, glanced at her, waved his hand silently at her, turned around and walked towards the ski equipment hall with his board in his arms.

Wei Zhi stood there without moving.

The moment the man turned around, the smile on her face gradually disappeared. She stood there blankly until his back disappeared behind the door of the ski equipment hall. She paused, then turned around and limped away slowly.

…

The heating in the hotel room was turned on very well.

Wei Zhi and Jiang Nanfeng had an early flight the next morning, so that evening they had to stuff the various odds and ends scattered around the room into a suitcase.

"So did you say goodbye properly?" Jiang Nanfeng casually threw a bag of cotton pads into the box, sat on the bed with his chin supported by one hand, and asked lazily, "Did you say a lot? You didn't cry embarrassingly, did you? You really look like the kind of person who would cry at the slightest provocation."

"no."

Weizhi carefully folded a snow suit and put it in the box. No one knew which sentence she denied when she said "no"...

So the person asking the question simply put down his hands, propped up his knees, bent over and moved closer to her, trying to see the expression on her face clearly.

She didn't let her see and turned around to pick up other things. When she took a pair of overalls from the closet, the hooks of the overalls "clacked" and several furry green dolls fell on the back of her feet, bounced off, and landed at her feet.

Wei Zhi was stunned.

He picked up the turtle butt pad and looked at it blankly for a long time, his eyes fixed on the crooked stitches on the little turtle's butt for a long time before he realized: Oh no, the little turtle forgot to return it to him.

She held up the little turtle, turned around and asked Jiang Nanfeng: "Nanfeng, look, I forgot this, what should I do?"

Jiang Nanfeng looked at the little girl standing barefoot on the ground, holding the little turtle butt pad high in her hand. The little turtle's tail poked her forehead, messing up her bangs without her noticing.

My hair was a little messy because of my pajamas.

He was still wearing the bear's pajamas.

She now looks just like the little bear in her pajamas, clumsy and cute. I'm afraid any man who sees her at this moment will be moved.

"Throw it away," Jiang Nanfeng said coldly, "It's worthless and it's broken."

Not knowing what Jiang Nanfeng was thinking about, Wei Zhi said "Oh" slowly, put the little turtle down, and brushed the turtle shell unconsciously with his hand——

The liquid on the little turtle has dried up.

It now feels furry, soft, and a little warm.

I turned it over again and touched the seams on the turtle's butt thoughtfully...

From the day he got it, Weizhi never thought that one day it would end up in the trash can.

So after hesitating for a few seconds, she put down the turtle, took out her cell phone, and sent a message to the person she had just said goodbye to.

Sure enough, not long after, the other party replied.

It's not about asking her to throw the little turtle away, but just two words -

Come down.

…

Weizhi simply wrapped himself in a coat and went downstairs, carrying the little turtles.

When she arrived at the lobby and didn't see anyone, she pushed open the door with both hands and saw someone standing outside the door at a glance. He had his hands in his jacket pockets and was wearing a black cotton jacket with snow still on the shoulders.

She was stunned.

At this moment, a gust of wind mixed with the smell of ice and snow blew over. She sneezed slightly, raised her head and looked at the orange light at the hotel entrance, only then did she realize that it was indeed snowing outside...

I don't know where he came from, but he probably walked a short distance.

The sound of her sneezing made the person who was standing with his back to her turn around and see a little girl wearing only a coat and pajamas underneath standing stupidly in front of the hotel, with three green turtles hanging on her elbows. At this moment, she was gently rubbing the tip of her nose with her other hand, looking at him blankly with a pair of watery eyes.

The orange light from the hotel lobby cast a halo on her hair.

She stood there obediently, looking up at him.

"Why are you wearing so little?"

The man's voice was low and a little hoarse with fatigue, but it sounded unusually gentle and pleasant amidst the ice and snow.

Shan Chong went out with Bei Ci and the others tonight and had a drink, but not much, not to the point of being drunk.

On the way back, Lao Yan, who hadn't drunk, was driving. He was sitting in the back seat with his eyes closed and resting when he received the message from the girl.

After taking a look, he originally wanted to let her take it away or throw it away herself, but after putting down the phone and thinking about it, he slowly opened his eyes and replied to her with those two words.

That’s how we met now.

At this moment, his features were not as sharp as they were during the day.

He was completely different from the man who had been dragging her here and there by her ankles.

Wei Zhi moved his lips but said nothing. He tightened his coat and took two steps towards the man. Against the heavy snow outside, he handed the turtle to him in silence...

The man took it casually.

She watched the little turtle slide down her elbow, until the last bit of strap brushed the tip of her index finger and then came completely off.

At this moment, a bead of snow fell on her eyelashes. She felt a little bit of coolness and blinked.

Then the snow rolled down, melted into a drop of water, and moistened her eyelashes.

She took a deep breath and said, "Okay."

Maybe it was because the weather was too cold. When she inhaled the cool air, she could clearly feel her lungs trembling... Fortunately, when she spoke, her voice was very calm and no clues could be heard.

The man stood there holding the turtle, looking at her with his head tilted, watching the snowflakes gradually fall on the ends of her hair. After thinking for a while, he raised his lips and said, "Well, go back. I'll see you go in before I leave."

The same thing happened before, but Weizhi didn't take it seriously at that time.

But maybe the sunset in front of the ski equipment hall was too dim today.

It could also be that the snow tonight was too cold.

Or maybe there is some other reason...

For the first time ever, she turned around and left without giving any instructions. She stood there without moving, her hands tucked into fists under the sleeves of her coat.

Close your eyes.

She finally accepted the reality.

Even if it's a chick plot.

It was nothing at first.

It was not until the moment when the turtle was returned to its original owner that she clearly realized that her life in this ice and snow city for the past ten days, no matter the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness, had truly come to an end...

Something is crumbling.

That's only about her.

Her departure will not cause any ripples in this small snowy city. Tomorrow the sun will rise in the east, the snow will continue to fall, and the rime on the mountaintop ski resort will attract many people to come again...

There will be lots and lots of people carrying snowboards and going into the wild snow area to take photos, check in, chat and laugh, and the ski resort is still bustling.

Sudden thoughts without reason or logic——

Only she was left in tomorrow's yesterday.

No matter what, she couldn't leave calmly like she did in the afternoon. She raised her hand, brushed away the snowflakes on her eyelashes, and said, "Will we never see each other again?"

You might regret saying it.

I don’t know if I will be laughed at and shared as a joke…

But as the images in her mind rushed in one after another, she had no time to think or organize her words.

He taught her how to put on shoes.

He taught her to wear the board.

He followed her, teaching her how to look, reminding her how to move.

He knelt on the ground, pulling her up again and again when she fell, and then he stood up by patting the snow on his knees as if nothing had happened.

He held her snowboard with his knees, pressed her snowboard with one hand and her foot with the other, and showed her what skiing was.

He stood in front of the ski equipment hall, took off her street vendor goggles, put his M4 goggles on her eyes, and told her that she wouldn't have to wipe the fog off her goggles every day on the cable car...

Perhaps skiing itself is like this. Every beginner has been led down the slope hand in hand by a master and taught the way. Everyone has gone through this.

But she couldn't blend into the crowd.

Even the night wind mixed with snow could not wake up her feverish and swollen head.

"will not."

The man's steady, low-pitched voice echoed above my head.

"If you want to go skiing, you can come to me. In winter, there are Zhangjiakou Chongli and Xinjiang Altay. In summer, there are Guangzhou, Chengdu and Harbin Sunac."

She looked up blankly.

The man took off his gloves and used his still warm fingertips to lightly brush across her eyes without being too intimate or inappropriate.

"We'll see each other again," he said. "So don't cry."

The author has something to say: Five hundred comments and two updates, you guys are so generous!

——The author who is committed to promoting the ice and snow industry and working tirelessly, has a time for popular science——

①Flat flower②Carving slide③Park

All of them are advanced branch gameplay beyond the basic snowboarding

Flat flower: adding various board tricks such as jumps, rotations, and board balance to the skating

Carving: Extreme Edge Sliding

Park: Freestyle terrain props (including but not limited to: poles, barrels, halfpipes, small, medium and large jump platforms)

Derivative: Graved

It is for the masters. They can slide on the edge at high speed and do circles. Those who can carve may have just learned it for a year, and those who can flatten it may have just learned it for a year. But those who can carve flatten on the advanced road must be masters with years of experience.

Tips for finding a coach: Those who can skate may not teach, and those who can’t skate definitely won’t teach. Before finding a coach, be careful and let him walk a section of the curve first.

This article is about the subject matter of the text, and the explanation of professional terms is as accurate as possible. If there are any errors or inaccuracies, please point them out.