Because of the snow, the teacher let school go earlier than usual today.
At first Tang Huan didn’t understand, but later when she heard her classmates say they had to walk home she understood.
Because the snow was so heavy, the buses stopped running and everyone had to walk home.
Feng Sisi didn't come, so Tang Huan walked back alone.
When she stepped down, the snow was almost up to her ankles.
Some classmates were even playing snowball fights while running, and Tang Huan had nothing but admiration for them. She felt tired just walking.
She vowed never to look forward to snow again.
There were only a few people on the street amidst the snow-covered world. Tang Huan, wearing round clothes, slowly moved forward.
Even with a thick scarf covering her face, she still felt the cold wind blowing on her face. Not wanting her face to turn into a potato skin, she shrank her neck again.
She has to apply thick layer of cream every night to keep her little face from getting rough. Is it easy for her?
There were too few people on the street. Whenever someone passed by, Tang Huan would quietly observe and wonder what the other person was doing in such weather.
The crunching sound of footsteps on the snow came from the opposite side again. Tang Huan raised his eyes and took a look. It was a man wearing a black leather jacket.
He is really cold-resistant in this kind of weather. His neck is bare. Doesn't he know to wear a scarf?
The man strode towards her, but Tang Huan stopped and didn't move.
There were fallen snowflakes on his head, which looked like white hair at first glance.
Suddenly remembering a sentence, his eyes smiled into crescents, and Tang Huan asked him: "Brother, is there snow on my head?"
Meng Zeyan opened the umbrella in his hand for her, "Yes, quite a few."
As he said this, he reached out and brushed the snow off her hat.
Looking at the umbrella above her head and his hand patting her hat, Tang Huan angrily opened his hand and walked forward.
Meng Zeyan caught up with her in one big step and brushed off the snowflakes on her shoulders. "I came here specially to pick you up."
The umbrella was still held in his hand, firmly covering Tang Huan's head.
Tang Huan hid to the other side, wrapped in a scarf, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't want to hold an umbrella."
The snow wasn't really heavy at the moment. Meng Zeyan put away his umbrella and walked beside her. "Are you still angry about what happened before?"
As soon as he got home, he heard Comrade Xing Cui say that Sun Qiyang called every week. That guy was simply omnipresent.
Tang Huan shook his head, knowing that he was talking about Sun Qiyang being drunk, and slowly explained: "I'm not angry, Sun Qiyang is just a friend, nothing else."
That happened so long ago, even if she was really angry, she couldn't be angry for two months.
Glancing at the top of her head with a smile, Meng Zeyan reached out and fiddled with the ball of fur hanging on the back of her hat.
"Mom said you knitted scarves for them all. Do I?"
With a large scarf wrapped around his neck, Tang Huan shook his head silently.
"Xiao Huan, you can't be so partial." Meng Zeyan suddenly took a quick step and stood in front of her, leaning slightly to look into her eyes. "I think your scarf is very good. Can you give it to me?"
Tang Huan avoided his gaze and shook her head. "I'll go buy some wool in a couple of days and knit you one. It'll be ready soon."
"I like this color." How could the one mended later be the same as the one knitted before? Meng Zeyan wanted this one. "I don't want it for nothing. I'll carry you home. Can you give me the scarf?"
Does he know what he is talking about?
Tang Huan didn't dare to raise his eyes and stood there in silence.
Just when Meng Zeyan thought she would just stand there and protest, she spoke in a low voice.
She said, "I'll wash it for you when I get back." This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)
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