There was also snow in Nancheng, but not as heavy as in Ganlin. It only snowed for more than an hour yesterday and melted the next day. Apart from some wet marks on the ground, there was not a single piece of snow left.
Xu Yanfeng had been up for a long time and was sweating profusely after running on the treadmill. The front and back of his white short T-shirt were left with dark wet marks.
His phone rang again. He subconsciously thought it was from Xia Xi and ignored it to avoid being disturbed again. He picked up the towel on the armrest and wiped the sweat off his face, then got off the treadmill.
Xu Yanfeng took a hot shower and drank a glass of water. At this time, the nanny came upstairs and asked him to go downstairs for breakfast.
At the dinner table, his mother Zhong Yinghong asked him why he looked so bad and whether he had not rested well last night. She told him to take care of his health.
Xu Yanfeng nodded and said "OK".
After breakfast, he returned to his study upstairs. His phone buzzed with notifications. Annoyed, he picked it up, only to find it was a WeChat message from Tang Yizhou. He was a rare early riser, so he asked if he wanted to have morning tea together.
Xu Yanfeng refused, saying that he had already eaten.
Tang Yizhou: "Do you want to get together tonight? My cousin is back from abroad, and we haven't seen each other for a long time."
Xu Yanfeng hesitated for a while and agreed.
Tang Yizhou asked again, "It's almost Chinese New Year. When will your brother come back? It feels like I haven't seen him for a long time."
Xu Yanfeng: "He won't be back for the New Year this year."
Tang Yizhou: "Then don't forget the party tonight."
Xu Yanfeng stayed in the study for the whole day. In the evening, he drove to the high-end club that was familiar to several people to keep an appointment.
The most luxurious box on the top floor had everything you need for food, drink, and entertainment. When Xu Yanfeng entered, several people were playing billiards, with glasses of wine placed on a mobile cart. The loser had to drink one.
"Xu Er is here."
Someone called out, and the others looked up at him.
Xu Yanfeng was dressed casually, his coat off, revealing a loose black sweater underneath. His fair skin, illuminated by the bright lights overhead, made him even more dazzling than the male celebrities walking the red carpet, surpassing them in both appearance, figure, and temperament.
Tang Yizhou threw his golf club to him and said, "Hit a round."
Xu Yanfeng did not refuse. He pulled up his sleeves, rubbed chocolate powder on the cue head, glanced at the situation on the pool table, and instantly analyzed how to play. He then walked half a circle around the table, found the right position, lowered his upper body, and cleared the remaining balls with one stroke.
The only sound in the box was the sound of the ball falling into the pocket.
Seeing this, the others threw down their poles and said, "What's the point of playing this? We don't want to play anymore."
"Xu Er used my cue, so I hit that shot. You lose! Drink!" Tang Yizhou leaned against the edge of the pool table and pointed at the others, "Hurry up! Don't wait for me to rush you."
Luo Jinnan called him shameless: "Did you hit him?"
Tang Yizhou's cousin also disagreed and joined in the criticism: "That's right, can you please have some shame?"
It's not that they can't afford to have fun. After scolding Tang Yizhuo, they picked up the wine from the wine cart and drank it happily.
Xu Yanfeng put the golf club aside, picked up a glass of wine, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.
Luo Jinnan seemed to have seen something strange. He approached Xu Yanfeng and scanned his face. "What's wrong, Xu Er? You're drinking so hard. I rarely see you drink."
Xu Yanfeng's alcohol tolerance ranked last among his childhood friends. During regular gatherings, he never touched a drop of alcohol. Occasionally, when he felt like it, he'd have a drink, but he'd never been seen drinking excessively. Besides him, who among them hadn't drunk too much and lost their temper?
"Nothing." Xu Yanfeng put down the empty wine glass without explanation and took a new one.
"Oh, it's snowing outside again." Tang Yizhou raised the wine in the air, raised his index finger and pointed out the window.
Luo Jinnan retorted, "What's so strange about snow? It snowed yesterday. South City has never had a heavy snowfall. Every time it snows, it just flutters for a while and then stops. There's nothing on the ground. It's impossible to have a snowball fight or build a snowman."
"Camel, are you a three-year-old kid? Still playing snowball fights and building snowmen."
"Get out of here."
The room was full of noise, but Xu Yanfeng was frozen in time, staring out the window. The memory valve that he had deliberately closed opened at this moment.
Yesterday, Xia Xi sent him a video of snow falling heavily and rapidly in Ganlin, like goose feathers, flying all over the sky. She asked him if it was snowing in Nancheng, and he said no.
It was indeed not snowing in the South City at that time, but the sky was terribly dark.
Just over an hour later, it snowed in the south city. On a whim, he wanted to tell her the news, but when he called, a boy answered the phone.
Since he got hold of her phone, he must be very close to her.
He felt an inexplicable surge of irritation rising inside him. After he hung up the phone, the irritation didn't dissipate. Instead, it grew stronger like dry grass meeting a spark. He hated the feeling of losing control of his emotions. It all came from that girl, Xia Xi.
He had a clear sense of self-awareness and could foresee that if he allowed this relationship to develop and became entrenched in it, he would definitely lose control more than once. In the near future, he would lose control more and more often, being swayed by his emotions and losing his ability to make rational judgments.
In order to eliminate this possibility, he deliberately did not answer her calls or reply to her messages.
She had been more persistent than he'd thought, trying to contact him from last night until this morning.
*
In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve. Xia Xi was dragged out of bed by Xia Xuan early in the morning. This year, it was their task to put up Spring Festival couplets. Xia Xuan wanted to finish it early so that she could watch her favorite artist's live broadcast.
Xia Xi stayed up late last night, unable to open her eyes, her brows furrowed like caterpillars: "What kind of painter is still live streaming on New Year's Eve?"
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