"Zhou Mu, if we hadn't met each other, where would we be and what would we be doing now?"
The first snow this year fell extremely early...
West Chi nestled in Zhou Mu's arms, the mouse he held in his right hand was still sliding, and his big eyes were staring at the hair of the three-dimensional figure, modifying it frame by frame. Zhou Mu, who was behind him, hugged Xichi and was embedded in the soft sofa. He was holding a mobile phone in his left hand and was explaining things. While speaking, he habitually used his right hand to tuck the long hair on the temples of Xichi behind her ears. He was gentle and careful. He knew that the broken hair would affect her sight, and of course, it would also affect his ability to see her.
Zhou Mu remembered the first time he met Xichi, she was standing there, as if she saw herself, but never saw herself. The emotion that didn't exist in those eyes was something Zhou Mu couldn't forget. Later, Zhou Mu realized that it was a different Xichi, the Xichi he was afraid of. However, that is all a story for later.
"Zhou Mu... Zhou Mu..." Xichi leaned back and realized what Zhou Mu was thinking about. She raised her head and looked curiously.
"Xichi, let's go back to Xinjiang to celebrate the New Year this year, okay?"
Speaking of which, my fate with Xichi was formed in Xinjiang.
"Going back to Xinjiang? Really?" Xichi jumped out of Zhou Mu's arms happily. She had not returned to Xinjiang for the New Year for many years. Although she was born in Urumqi, she had lived in Hangzhou for various reasons very early. After so many years, except for the few years when she first worked, she never had the chance to go back. Xichi looked at the snow outside the window, and his thoughts went back to many years ago...
Purpose: This article is only dedicated to Dilireba to express my support and love for her.