In Wen Xingyu's sophomore year of high school, there was a slow snowfall in Spring City.
What no one knows is that the snow will quietly determine his fate.
The world of snow is just like an ink painting.
The needles of the green pine are covered with a thin layer of white snow.
The leaden sky was sprinkled with scattered fine snow.
The cool white color seems to have given birth to character, and the plainness seems to contain gentleness, stretching endlessly.
Wen Xingyu, who was walking slowly in the corridor, stopped here, seeming to be surprised by this scene.
This scene is really suitable for the sentence "There is snow in the pavilion, but there are no green pines."
Before Gan Sue's words could be spoken, a lazy voice came.
"Morning snow is rare in the south."
These words came so suddenly that Wen Xingyu, who was in a daze, was so frightened by these words that he trembled.
Wen Xingyu came back to his senses and looked at the person who made the sound.
Unexpectedly, when I turned around, he was standing behind me.
Wen Xingyu looked up.
He looked at Wen Xingyu and raised his lips slightly.
The man was half a head taller than him, wearing a long dark blue coat, with his neck buried in a dark scarf.
Although he doesn't want to admit it, that person's appearance is definitely top-notch.
With almost perfect body proportions and strong facial features, you can feel the warmth and delicacy just by raising your lips and smiling softly.
It was strange that the person in front of him was unfamiliar, but Wen Xingyu could feel the joyful shouting from his heart, and his heart was beating wildly.
It's saying [you definitely know]
"You are?"
Wen Xingyu asked with a slight frown.
The man seemed dissatisfied with the inquiry.
The frustration flashed across his eyes.
After a flash, he obviously adjusted his uneasy mood and then calmed down.
"I told you, you have to remember it."
"Lu Nanlin"
"Transfer student, as for why you are here...
Before he finished speaking, he took two steps forward and breathed on Wen Xingyu's ears.
The tips of Wen Xingyu's ears slowly turned red with his breathing.
Wen Xingyu spoke weakly
"Hey, don't talk in people's ears, it will be very..."
Before he finished speaking, Lu Nanlin continued what he had left unfinished.
"Xiao Xing, I'm here to find you. "
Purpose: Every reunion is carefully designed