Chapter 63

The sled pulled by reindeer is much gentler than that pulled by dogs.

The reindeer serving them is called "Masha". Although she is a female deer, she is large and muscular, with a pair of long and beautiful horns. The snow trail has also been replaced by a quieter path, with trees wearing heavy snow coats on both sides, and the sound of branches being broken from time to time. Jeff is also there, and he has become very quiet because of his serious work. He walks quietly in front of the female deer to guide her.

The sled was decorated very warmly by the farm owner, with deerskin and wool felt underneath and two layers of thick Christmas-style blankets on top. Due to the structural problems of the sled, Roger and He Songgao sat on top of each other, one in front and one behind, like riding horses. The difference was that their legs could be placed flat on the sled, making it look like one person was lying in the arms of another.

"...Well," Roger said carefully, "Will I press you down like this? We can change positions."

He Songgao pulled the blanket on both of them up, covering most of Roger's face, and then reached out to press the blanket, making it look like he was hugging Roger from behind. "No need. Are you cold?" He said, his voice was very low, and it echoed in Roger's ears.

Roger's heart skipped a beat, and he stammered twice before saying, "No, I'm not cold. I put on a few hand warmers."

The deer walked very slowly, making Roger worry whether she was having a hard time pulling. He Songgao heard his question and smiled, "No, reindeer are very strong, and the sled will reduce resistance."

The presence of the adult male behind him was so strong that Roger felt like a thousand ants were crawling on his back. He stepped on the cross board in front of the car and wanted to sit up, but the sled was very long, and his feet were straight and there was no room for him to exert force. So he twisted and turned in He Songgao's arms.

"...Don't move." He Songgao said, patting his chest gently, "It's going to flip over."

"..." Roger didn't dare to move anymore. The temperature was obviously very low, but his face was a little hot, "No way, this car is obviously very stable."

It started snowing again. The snow was very light and fell at an extremely slow speed. Roger exhaled a breath of cool air and murmured, "It's so quiet..."

This is a large private farm. The reindeer snow trail is carved out of the forest. There are no other guests today, only the two of them, so this vast forest has become their private space.

"How is it, do you feel okay?" He Songgao asked from behind.

Roger said, "Well... it's fun." But he shook his body suddenly, "It's so cold." Covering himself with two thick blankets didn't help. The temperature was too low. If he didn't move, he would just waste heat. He took off his gloves in the blanket and rubbed his hands like flies.

"My hands are cold?" He Songgao said, and he also put his hands into the blanket, "Help me take off my gloves."

"You are cold too?" He said, the temperature is almost as cold as an ice cave, I really don't know how people here survive. He muttered while helping He Songgao take off his gloves. Just when he wanted to continue rubbing his hands to keep warm, his hands were grabbed by He Songgao. He was stunned, "What are you doing?"

"Warming your hands." He Songgao's palms were very large. He wrapped Roger's frozen hands inside and rubbed them gently. "My hands are warm."

"..." Roger felt it and found it was indeed warm, as if it was equipped with some kind of heating device. "Ah." He opened his mouth and wanted to say that he didn't need it, but he was greedy for this hard-earned warmth. "Then, thank you for your hard work."

- Damn, why did he say it was hard work! It's just warming your hands, and it doesn't take much effort.

But, he thought in frustration, what should I say then.

After a while, a thin layer of white snow fell on the two of them. He Songgao stretched out his hand and shook off the snow as light as feathers. When he put his hand in again, his hands became cold and Roger's hands became warm. Suddenly, a sense of responsibility rose in Roger's heart. Just now you warmed me, now it's my turn to warm you. So he pulled He Songgao's hand and pinched and kneaded it like he had just done. He Songgao's hand was hard and long, and Roger had to use both hands to warm one of his hands, so he took turns, warming one hand and then the other, and it gradually became a game of great fun.

He was happy and talked more: "When I went to the Northeast before, I rode a dog-drawn sled. Two dogs pulled me and one person, and the speed was also very slow. But the two dogs didn't seem very happy. I was worried that they would get dizzy from pulling the sled. I couldn't bear it, so I stopped to buy snacks to feed the dogs - unlike the dogs here, they are so fierce!" He exclaimed, "But the puppies are still quite cute. I wonder if the farm owner is willing to sell me one."

"Do you want to raise a dog?" He Songgao said.

"It's not impossible to raise one. It's lonely living alone." Roger said. He didn't know if it was because he was getting older and had just ended a failed relationship, so he was a little afraid to go back to that cold home. It would be much better if he had a small animal to keep him company at this time. It doesn't have to be a dog, just any animal with a heartbeat and that can make sounds will do.

"You have to go downstairs to walk a dog every day. Do you have the patience?"

"Maybe--" Luo Jie said uncertainly. Thinking of his job, his working hours were quite irregular. "But I may not have time. Oh, if I hadn't broken up, oh no, if my ex-girlfriend was a normal girl, maybe we would have been married now."

"..."

"Why am I so unlucky?" When Luo Jie mentioned this, he was full of grievances and couldn't help but spit it out. "Originally, I was planning to buy a house. It's enough for the down payment. I don't need her to pay the mortgage with me. As long as she is willing to marry me, I can even write her name on the house deed..."

He paused.

Because He Songgao suddenly twisted his hand and clasped it between his own hands, in a gesture of interlocking fingers.

"..." Roger's ears instantly turned red, and his voice trembled, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." He Songgao said, holding his hand tightly, "Go on."

"Say, say what."

"Talk about you and your ex-girlfriend."

"..." Who was his ex-girlfriend? What was her name? No, this doesn't seem to be the point. The point is why they are holding hands! Roger's face flushed red, and his hands seemed to be no longer his own. He didn't even have the strength to pull them back. He said weakly, "You can't hold my hand like this."

"Why?"

"Because only couples do this."

"It seems so." He Songgao nodded gently behind him, "But I haven't held hands with a man for a long time. It's okay for me to hold yours."

"..." Roger was a little speechless. Although it was okay for a friend to do such a small favor, why did he always feel that something was weird, "You have to pay for holding my hand."

"How much?"

"One hundred..." Isn't one hundred a bit of a loss? He turned his tongue and said, "One thousand yuan. Ten minutes."

"Then I'll start with ten thousand yuan."

"Ten thousand..." Roger's face was getting redder and redder, "Then you can pull it for a hundred minutes - but you've already pulled it for ten minutes, you can still pull it for ninety minutes."

"It's negotiable." He Songgao said with a smile.

I don't know when, they were very close, so close that Roger's ear would occasionally rub against He Songgao's chin. It was very obvious that the rough skin texture of a man with stubble was rolling over the ear, which was a bit painful, especially the ear that was frozen into ice. Roger couldn't stand it anymore and tilted his head, continuing to talk nonsense: "How are you going to pay?"

"Do you accept WeChat transfers, boss?"

"Sure."

"I'll transfer it to you later." "

No, you can't deposit money. You have to pay interest for deposits."

"Whatever you say is fine." He Songgao shook his hand, "I won't let you lose money."

The reindeer pulled the sled leisurely and seemed to enjoy her work. They didn't talk anymore. There were only the crunching sounds of the deer and dogs stepping on the snow, and the rustling sounds of the sleds sliding on the snow. There were many trees, and occasionally the sound of branches being bent by the snow could be heard. Snow is silent because the snowflakes here are very light and fall from the sky like dancing.

Luo Jie's right hand was still tightly held by He Songgao. The hand was no longer cold, but slightly warm, numb, and even a little sweaty. It was an indescribable feeling, as if he was surrounded by something warm... Luo Jie's heart was beating at a frequency that seemed very slow and very intense. He leaned on He Songgao's body, feeling like he was leaning on a solid mountain. This mountain would never collapse or sink. As long as he needed it, he would always be there.

Luo Jie suddenly thought of Youyou, the woman he hadn't thought of for a long time.

When he was with Youyou, his mind was full of being her mountain, letting her rely on him, and giving her unreserved trust. But at this moment, he actually experienced this feeling from He Songgao, the feeling he always wanted to give to others.

...Could it be that he did a bad job before and didn't make Youyou feel like relying on him?

No, wanting to rely on him... Roger's brain short-circuited for a second. Why would he have such thoughts about a man? He is also a man, how could he have the idea of ​​relying on another man! Goosebumps appeared all over his body, and he felt a little helpless. He didn't know what was wrong with him. It was so strange. Why did he feel so strange now, as if half of his brain was bitten off by a monster.

While he was thinking wildly, the snow trail had come to the end. The farmer's son was waiting for them at the end and invited them to sit in the house.

It was a beautiful cabin with a warm charcoal fire burning inside. The owner was stewing fish soup, roasting venison, and some smoked salmon, sausages, etc. The farmer's son had studied in the UK before and was fluent in English. He said that he had planned to stay in the UK after graduation, but he could not resist his father's pleading and returned home to inherit the farm.

"That's great." Luo Jie whispered in He Songgao's ear, "If my family had such a big farm, I wouldn't even go to school, and I would just think about how to make the farm bigger and stronger every day."

He Songgao smiled and handed him a bowl of fresh fish soup: "Eat something hot to warm you up."

"Yeah." Luo Jie held the hot fish soup and said with emotion, "Thank you."

The farm owner's son was very hospitable and had been inviting them to go fishing in his own icy lake, but now it was dark, and Luo Jie didn't want to do outdoor activities in such a cold environment. If he went fishing in the lake, what would he do if he fell in?

So He Songgao declined on his behalf, saying that they had other plans next.

The farm owner's son expressed regret and looked forward to their next visit.

Finally, we enthusiastically sent them back to the hotel. The snow never stopped falling. Luo Jie and He Songgao held hands and returned to the room on the mountain. As for why they held hands, there was a reason -

before getting off the car, Luo Jie found that he had received a huge sum of money on WeChat, which was transferred by He Songgao. The transfer instructions clearly stated: holding fee.

Luo Jie stared at the huge sum of 20,000 yuan and said, "What are you doing?" It was a joke, but you took it seriously? ! Oh my.

"Didn't we agree in the afternoon that I would pay you for holding your hand?" He Songgao said, and it was hard to tell whether he was joking or serious.

"That was just a joke!" This guy is not sick, right? "I don't want to make this money now."

"Business should be done with integrity." He Songgao's expression was slightly dissatisfied, as if Luo Jie was really a dishonest businessman who didn't keep his word.

"Is this a legitimate business?!"

"Yes." He Songgao took Luo Jie's hand without saying anything and held it, "It's a very simple business. Only you are willing to do this business with me."

"..." Oh my god, why is he still morally kidnapped. Luo Jie didn't say anything, thinking why not just satisfy him for a while, maybe he has some sad memories here...

But can you please not hold me so tightly, my hand is hurt by you.

He thought, and then blushed again.

It's over, he must be crazy, and Santa Claus must have cast some evil magic on him!

Shit, read the Diamond Sutra at night to get rid of evil.