"Are you awake?" Lin Feng sent a message to Meng Qing in the car.
"Just woke up." The other party replied immediately.
"I'm at your house, please put on your clothes and come out." Lin Feng replied.
"Okay, wait for me." After sending the message, Meng Qing went downstairs to wash up.
"Miss, come and have dinner." Aunt Zhang shouted from the living room on the first floor.
"I got it. I'll go down right after I finish washing up." Meng Qing replied while squeezing toothpaste.
Wang Wanqing was eating breakfast while looking at the second floor curiously.
"Why do you keep going outside lately?"
Meng Hai looked at the newspaper in his hand and did not reply.
After a while, Meng Qing went downstairs, first looked at Wang Wanqing who was eating, and then looked at Meng Hai.
"What are you going to do?" Wang Wanqing suddenly asked.
Meng Qing paused holding the fried dough sticks and turned back to look at Wang Wanqing mechanically.
"Okay." Meng Hai put down the newspaper and said.
"Remember to wear something thicker." He instructed Meng Qing.
Meng Qing nodded, and Wang Wanqing looked at Meng Hai somewhat unconvincingly.
Outside the window, the lead-gray sky was pressing down heavily, and fine snow particles hit the car window obliquely, making a fine and persistent sound.
Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, his fingertips unconsciously sliding across the misty car window.
As soon as a vague outline of the word "love" appeared, it was quickly covered by new water vapor.
The phone vibrated in my pocket, and the screen lit up. It was a message from Meng Qing: "Where are you?"
His fingertips hovered above the screen, pausing for a few seconds before typing out a reply: "It's under the tree at the door."
"That tree?" Her voice came through the receiver when the call was connected, and she continued, "Why are you going out in such a heavy snow? Are you okay this afternoon?"
"Well, I have nothing to do this afternoon." Lin Feng heard his own voice, which was calm and deliberate. "Then... could you please take me for a walk?"
Lin Feng didn't know why Meng Qing suddenly became so cold, a little deliberate but also a little...
He could feel Meng Qing's love for her, but he also felt that there was a gap between her and him.
This premonition became more obvious to Youqi after they separated yesterday.
It's like I can distance myself from it.
When Lin Feng lowered his head in thought, when he looked up, Meng Qing just walked over.
She was wearing a long off-white down jacket, and the fluffy and soft fox fur around the brim of her hat framed her cheeks.
The scarf was a warm camel color, covering her chin, leaving only a pair of clear eyes and a slightly red nose tip exposed.
The moment their eyes met, both of them froze for a moment.
In just a moment, Lin Feng returned to normal. He saw the outline in Meng Qing's eyes that was both familiar and a little strange and distant.
"Where are you going?" Meng Qing was the first to break the silence. Her voice was filtered through the scarf and was a little blurry. She slightly curved her eyes, but the smile did not fully reach her eyes.
"Aren't you the one who took me?" Lin Feng nodded, his throat a little tight, "The snow is really heavy."
"The snow in Jinling either doesn't fall or it falls heavily." His tone was light, and the momentary stagnation just now seemed to have never happened.
Meng Qing naturally clicked on the car navigation and entered the destination: "Let's go, the itinerary is planned."
The car rolled over the thick snow, making a dull creaking sound.
The heater in the car was on high, forming two completely different worlds compared to the ice and snow outside the window.
Meng Qing sat in the passenger seat, tilting her head slightly, looking at the snow-covered street scene passing by quickly outside the window.
The two of them carefully wandered within the safe boundary of the topic - the busy work, the traffic on snowy days...
Every sentence seemed to be walking on thin ice, with cautious tentativeness and subtle evasion.
The atmosphere was delicately suspended, like a taut string, which dared not relax but was also afraid of breaking.
The destination was soon reached: Jiming Temple.
They parked the car and walked in. The yellow courtyard wall and dark brown eaves were covered with a thick layer of snow.
There were far fewer pilgrims than usual, leaving only a few lines of deep and shallow footprints on the snow.
The air was filled with the cool scent of sandalwood and ice and snow.
"Don't you want to draw a lot?" Meng Qing stood in front of the Guanyin Temple, clasped her hands together, and bowed slightly to the Buddha statue behind the curling incense.
Under the dim light in the hall, the lines of her profile were soft and focused.
Lin Feng wanted to refuse, but when the words came to his lips, they turned into: "Okay."
The stick tube was shaken in the hand, and the bamboo sticks collided with each other, making crisp and crisp sounds, which were particularly clear in the silent snow temple.
He held his breath, and a stick popped out.
He bent over to pick it up, and saw four words on the fortune stick: "Water and Fire are in Harmony."
(The Tuan Chuan says "good at the beginning, chaos at the end", warning that one should be careful not to slack off after success. All six Yaos are in their proper positions, reflecting short-term stability, but prone to rigidity.)
Lin Feng subconsciously looked up at Meng Qing. She had just finished drawing the lot and was looking down at the lot paper in her hand.
The light from the snow reflected on her drooping eyelashes, making it impossible to see her expression.
Meng Qing seemed to notice his gaze. She raised her head, shook the signature paper in her hand, and a bright smile broke out on her face.
With a bit of deliberate casualness: "Not a good sign!"
As she spoke, she quickly put the stick back into the bamboo tube with her fingers.
However, deep in Meng Qing's smile, Lin Feng clearly caught a trace of panic that she was trying hard to conceal.
Lin Feng silently stuffed his signature into the deepest part of his coat pocket.
Lin Feng looked at Meng Qing who was leaving and took out the hexagram from the bamboo tube.
"Water and fire are not in harmony."
(Things are not accomplished, but they contain potential, and new beginnings are born from failure.)
Lin Feng put the hexagram back and caught up with Meng Qing. The two left Jiming Temple and their next stop was Xuanwu Lake.
The huge lake was frozen over, covered with thick, untrampled white snow.
Only pure black, white and gray remained between heaven and earth. Snow fell on the remaining stems of dead lotus leaves and on the bare willow branches on the shore. There was silence.
The small island in the center of the lake was also covered with thick silver, looming in the snow and fog.
"Be careful, the ice is slippery." Meng Qing was walking in front and reminded Lin Feng specifically.
She was wearing non-slip snow boots, and she took every step firmly, leaving clear footprints on the white snow.
Lin Feng followed her half a step behind, his eyes fixed on the few strands of soft hair sticking out from the edge of her scarf, swaying gently with her steps.
He was about to say something to break the silence of this world of ice and snow, when the figure in front of him suddenly flashed without warning!
"Ah!" A short exclamation.
Meng Qing slipped, lost balance instantly, and fell backwards.
Acting on his body's instinct faster than thinking, Lin Feng rushed forward and grabbed Meng Qing.
Forgetting that the lake was slippery, he fell forward along with Meng Qing.
Fortunately, at the last moment, he pulled Meng Qing on top of him and used himself as a cushion for her.
He caught her steadily and held her tightly in his arms.
The air froze and the surroundings were silent.
All that was left was the whistling sound of the wind in my ears and the beating of my heart like a drum in my chest, which hit my eardrums heavily over and over again.
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