Chen Xu wrapped a scarf around his neck, walked shoulder to shoulder with Luo Xiyun, opened the door, and walked out of the hot pot restaurant.

Before coming to Beijing, he paid attention to the weather forecast, which said that a Siberian cold air might move south in the next few days, so he brought a thick down jacket and scarf in advance.

As a southerner, he is afraid of the cold.

The hotel was not far away, but they had to pass several traffic lights and there were many cars on the road, so they did not drive but walked. It was windy tonight, so he wore a scarf when he went out.

This grey scarf was knitted by his mother. He thought it was a bit rustic and never wore it before. He took it out of the box some time ago and remembered that his mother had to work and cook, so she could only spare time to knit a scarf for him. He thought it was too rustic.

So, after washing it, he would wear it when the weather was particularly cold, and it was very warm.

"ah--"

Luo Xiyun pushed open the outermost door, and a biting cold wind blew in his face, mixed with some snowflakes, which hit his face and melted quickly, becoming wet and icy, very uncomfortable.

Chen Xu looked up and saw white snowflakes continuously falling in the dark sky in the areas illuminated by surrounding lights, being blown by the wind and drifting in all directions.

He stretched out his hand, feeling the cold touch of the snow falling on it, and said with emotion, "It's snowing."

He grew up in an area where it rarely snowed, and his deepest affinity with snow was during his first dream. In the following months, there was ice and snow everywhere, and it was during that time that he and Luo Xiyun got together.

"A-choo——"

Luo Xiyun next to him sneezed suddenly. He turned his head and saw that her nose was red from the cold and her body was trembling slightly in the cold wind.

She was wearing a windbreaker. Usually, she cared more about her image and didn't want to wear something too bulky. It was obvious that she had never really experienced the cold. When she came here just now, there was no wind, so she could still withstand it. Now it was windy and snowing, which broke her defenses at once.

Chen Xu immediately took off his scarf and hung it around her neck.

"No, I'm not cold—A-choo!"

Luo Xiyun wanted to stop him, but halfway through, he sneezed again, even louder than before.

Chen Xu put the scarf around her neck and said, "Wear it. If you don't want it, throw it away." After that, he walked outside.

Luo Xiyun grabbed the scarf with both hands, not knowing whether to pull it or let it go.

After putting on the scarf, she clearly felt a warmth, and Chen Xu's temperature as well.

Thinking of this, the hairs on her body stood up and the skin around her neck felt itchy. She pulled her scarf uncomfortably, and the cold wind blew in through the gaps, making her shiver.

At this time, Chen Xu had already walked a few meters away.

Luo Xiyun finally did not take off the scarf and followed him out.

Five minutes later, the two returned to the hotel, one in front of the other. Walking into the lobby, the glass door behind them isolated the cold outside, and the hotel's heating was turned on very high.

Luo Xiyun walked all the way in the wind and snow and didn't feel cold at all. He even felt that his clothes were a little wet and he was sweating a little.

She took off her scarf silently, and the numbness and itchiness finally disappeared, and she felt relieved.

The two took the elevator upstairs, and before they parted, Chen Xu wanted to take the scarf back.

She didn't give it to him, saying, "I'll wash it and give it back to you."

"Go to bed early." After saying that, Chen Xu returned to his room.

Luo Xiyun walked to his door and was about to open it when the door next door opened and Secretary Guo came out.

When Luo Xiyun saw her, he was slightly startled. He found that she was wearing a thick coat and asked, "Are you going out?"

"Uh, let's go buy something." Secretary Guo quickly retracted his gaze and said, "I'm going." After saying that, he ran away.

Luo Xiyun wanted to say that he could buy it for her, but she had disappeared, so he ignored her, opened the door and walked into the room.

She sat down on the sofa, placed the scarf in her hand on the coffee table in front of her, and stared at it blankly, not knowing what she was thinking.

After a while, she put her hands on her face, then quickly released them, stood up, and walked into the bathroom.

…………

Half an hour later, Luo Xiyun came out of the shower and rubbed her hair with a towel. Her eyes couldn't help but glance at the coffee table. She saw the gray scarf and her neck seemed to be a little itchy again.

She walked to the sofa and sat down again, looking at the scarf again. It was a bluish gray color and was woven with thread as thick as a finger. There were several knots on it, as if it was hand-woven.

[Who knitted it for him? His ex-girlfriend?]

The thought popped into her mind.

Beep, beep—

Suddenly, her cell phone rang, making her heart skip a beat. She turned her head sharply and saw the name displayed on the screen. She was stunned for a moment until the phone rang a few more times before she picked up the phone.

"What are you busy with? Why did you take you so long to answer?" Liu Yumeng's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I was just taking a shower, what's up?"

"From your tone, it seems like the conversation didn't go well?"

"No, the talk went well. I'm just, a little tired."

"If you're tired, take a good rest for a few days. Why not take this opportunity to play in Beijing for a few days and treat it as a vacation. I happen to be free these days, how about I go over to accompany you?"

"Forget it. There are still a lot of things to do at the company." She said absentmindedly, "Well..."

"Just tell me what you want to say."

"Nothing else, that's all. I'm going to sleep." She hung up the phone, leaned her head against the backrest and closed her eyes.

…………

In the early morning, Luo Xiyun woke up at eight o'clock as usual. Over the past year, she has formed a biological clock and will wake up naturally at this time no matter what time she goes to bed at night.

She turned over and looked at the gray scarf draped over the chair at the head of the table. She lifted the quilt and sat up, reaching out to touch it. It felt very soft.

She touched it for a while, picked up the scarf and wrapped it around her neck. For some reason, the scarf, which was very soft, felt a little prickly and itchy around her neck after she put it on.

She walked to the mirror and saw that her face was red and she looked a little bloated because of the scarf.

After watching for a while, she took off her scarf and put it on the chair. She went into the bathroom and started to wash up. Then she changed her clothes, packed up everything in the room, and put it back into the suitcase.

Finally, she put the scarf on her left arm, pulled the suitcase with her right hand, left the room, closed the door with her backhand, and went down to the restaurant.

(End of this chapter)