Chapter 22 Spend Time Together
On the fifth day after the first snow fell, Si Yankai was taking notes in the library when he suddenly heard knocks on the glass window.
When I turned around, I saw Tang Ximian pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window, with the tip of his nose pressed into a flat white dough, and the hot air he exhaled formed a small mushroom cloud on the glass.
"Build a snowman!" He made exaggerated mouth movements, with unmelted snow still on his eyelashes.
Si Yankai glanced at the man and saw that the collar of his sweatshirt was wide open, revealing his pink collarbone. When he stood up, the chair made a harsh noise.
When Tang Ximian jumped to Ginkgo Avenue, he was caught off guard and his eyes were blinded by a cashmere scarf that fell from the sky.
"Si Yankai, you murder--" Before he could finish his words, woolen gloves with body temperature were already put on his frozen red fingertips.
The man looked like he was packing fragile items. He wrapped his scarf three and a half times, zipped up his down jacket to his chin, and finally put on a furry knitted hat. Two fur balls hung just beside Tang Ximian's puffy cheeks.
"Now it looks like a round dumpling."
Si Yankai took two steps back to admire his masterpiece, then suddenly reached out and poked his cheek. "It's filled with red bean paste, it's going to be so sweet it's cloying."
"You are the glutinous rice balls! You are the sweet ones!!"
Tang Ximian raised his foot to kick, but the bulky snow boots made him stumble and turn around.
Si Yankai's muffled laughter followed his chubby back, making a crackling sound on the snow.
When I chased him to the dormitory building, I saw him squatting and digging at a pile of snow, his nude pink fingertips almost melting into the snow.
When the plastic shovel broke through the snow, Tang Ximian's eyes suddenly lit up.
Si Yankai took out an orange mold like a magic trick, filled it with snow and compacted it, and when he shook it out, it turned out to be a duck with its tail raised.
"Last year's New Year's Day garden party went well."
He turned his face away, the tips of his ears dyed even redder by the north wind. "Didn't you say you wanted a duck that could quack?"
"Wow!" Tang Ximian looked up and was about to take the mold, but suddenly pulled his hand back and stood up quickly.
"Wait a moment, I'll go to the dormitory." After saying that, he rushed into the dormitory building.
"Wait, you..." Before Si Yankai could finish his question, the person had disappeared.
When he went downstairs, Tang Ximian had a hat and a not very neatly knitted scarf in his hands.
Tang Ximian stuffed everything into Si Yankai's hands, took the mold and started to make an army of snowman ducks.
Si Yankai started smiling when he saw Tang Ximian coming down. It seemed that his eyes could no longer hold anyone else. Only Tang Ximian was running towards him.
Touching the "unique" scarf in his hand, Si Yankai's slightly raised mouth corners now widened uncontrollably.
"Why haven't I seen you knitting in front of me? Did you knit it secretly?"
"How could it be possible! I knitted it openly, but you just didn't see it. Don't worry about it. Wear it if you want."
Tang Ximian was suffocating in his sweater, mumbling to himself.
"Thank you, Amian. I like it very much. I will cherish it." Si Yankai immediately surrounded her.
"Whatever. Come and help me build a snowman, and don't even think about being lazy."
As dusk fell, two crooked snowmen sat under the camphor tree.
The tall one had a takeout box upside down on his head, and the shorter one had a ginkgo leaf broom stuck in his head.
Tang Ximian breathed out white air as he tried to attach branches to the snowman to resemble waving hands. Si Yankai pressed a cup of hot cocoa he had just bought from the cafeteria into his hand. The paper cup burned against his palm, and the sweet aroma, mixed with the scent of pine and snow, melted the ice crystals on his eyelashes.
Later, the pair of snowmen melted in three days.
But the two of them and Tang Ximian's warm smiles will always be saved in Si Yankai's phone. Perhaps, they will also be saved in that thick photo album about Tang Ximian.
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