When Song Qing left the department store, there were hardly any people on the street. She shivered and felt particularly cold. The pretty saleswomen were all wearing coats, so you couldn't see the nice clothes underneath.
Why has it gotten cold again?
After a few complaints, the military vehicles arrived, and the women shrank back and quickly got into the vehicles.
"Is Yang Qing ready? Should I go in her place tomorrow, or should she go by herself?"
Song Qing didn't remember that she hadn't asked Director Zhang until she was in the car. But now that Director Zhang wasn't in the same car as her, she could only ask the other salespeople, who were more familiar with Yang Qing.
"We're all at the department store today, and we don't know how she is now."
However, she's already had an injection at the hospital, so she should be better soon.
"If she's better tomorrow, have her come to my place and I'll get her the clothes. If she's not better, then come and call me."
After standing all day, Song Qing felt like her back and legs didn't belong to her anymore. Coupled with the cold weather, she had lost interest in being a sales clerk and wished she could stay home the next day.
Yang Qing's friends breathed a sigh of relief; they had been worried that Song Qing wouldn't be willing to give her back her job as a sales clerk.
After all, you can get an extra set of clothes if you work for a few months, and Director Zhang also said there would be additional rewards.
"Okay, then I'll ask her first thing tomorrow morning."
As soon as the car stopped, Song Qing pulled up her clothes and quickly ran inside. The lights in the yard were still on, and the dim yellow light shone on the doorway, repeatedly radiating warmth. She smiled and closed the gate.
Hearing the door open, Lu Yang quickly came out and saw her standing at the door, looking up at the apple tree just like An An.
Lu Yang smiled helplessly, took out the military overcoat that had been warming on the stove, shook it out and draped it over her. Song Qing immediately turned around and looked at him in surprise.
"Has it snowed?"
Lu Yang nodded, but Song Qing remained standing there until she saw another snowflake fall, only then was she convinced that it was really snowing.
Even though it snows at home in winter, she is still overjoyed whenever she sees it start to snow. She even tries to reach out and catch the snowflakes, but Lu Yang reluctantly pushes her hand back.
"Let's go back inside first. We'll see snow when we wake up tomorrow morning."
At first, An'an insisted on waiting for her mother to come back and tell her the good news that it was snowing, but in the end she couldn't hold on and fell asleep on the kang like a little pig.
Song Qing didn't go in. Instead, she pulled the two of them to stand in the courtyard and waited for a while before a few more snowflakes slowly drifted down.
"Quickly reach out and catch it."
She stretched out her hand as well, her originally fair hand now slightly red from the cold, like warm jade touched by the heat. Lu Yang couldn't help but foolishly stretch out his hand as well.
The two of them stretched out their hands, and a snowflake slowly drifted into Song Qing's palm. She opened her eyes wide and gently raised her hand to signal Lu Yang to look.
She didn't even dare to speak, afraid that her breath would blow the snowflakes away, and only opened her mouth to signal him.
Lu Yang's eyes were full of smiles. He also tried to catch a snowflake, but his palms were too hot and the snowflake melted quickly.
Song Qing raised an eyebrow, a hint of smugness in his eyes.
Lu Yang lowered his hand and saw that she was still holding out her hand. Only when the snowflakes in her hand disappeared did she look up at him.
"……tomorrow"
The rest of her words were drowned out by the man's sudden close-up lips and tongue. Lu Yang gently pressed his lips against hers until they were warm, then pried open her teeth.
The two stood in the yard and slowly kissed. Lu Yang even put his hand on her face until Song Qing protested, then he smiled and put his hand on her neck.
At first, it was very gentle, but later it became more and more intense, and he even pulled the person into his arms by his military coat.
In the end, Song Qing slumped into his arms, clutching the man's clothes, too weak to even look up and glare at him.
Lu Yang saw her lying face down in his arms, pretending to be dead, with only her jade-like neck visible. He smiled and pressed his lips to hers.
"……cold"
Actually, it wasn't cold; the man was like a hot coal, while her neck felt a bit cold.
Lu Yang didn't say anything, but pulled the person up and kissed him again. Originally, God was stingy and only allowed a few snowflakes to fall, but after a while, a large snowflake suddenly fell.
Song Qing lifted her head in his arms. Suddenly, many snowflakes appeared in the sky, and the courtyard lights and moonlight shone on the snowflakes, creating a clear and bright scene.
"……What a nice view"
Lu Yang looked down, her face and ears flushed red, her eyes shining as she stared at the snowflakes in the night sky. "So beautiful."
The two were even more childish than An'an. Despite the freezing weather, they stood foolishly in the yard, letting the snowflakes fall and cling to the things Xiao Hui had made.
A snowflake drifted down slowly and landed on her eyelashes. Song Qing didn't dare to move until the snowflake melted and turned into a drop of water.
The man, who had been holding her hand, couldn't help but kiss her upon seeing this scene, pressing his lips against her trembling eyelashes.
Song Qing smiled and raised her head to let him kiss her.
The scene before them was enough to make their hearts tremble even when they thought about it later. In the dim surroundings, only the spot where they were standing was lit. In the simple, brown courtyard, the two embraced gently.
As the first snowflakes slowly drifted down and landed on their hair, they, who were in the prime of their lives, seemed to see their elderly lovers. It was as if they were separated by decades, yet it was also as if they had gone through so many years together, and now, in their old age, they leaned against the courtyard, reminiscing about their youth.
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