Lu Yunfei didn't speak any more, he actually wanted to tell Bian Jinyuan that he didn't care about it, but he didn't say anything. He stood on the top of the mountain and watched the flowers blooming at the bottom of the mountain, how simple it was. However, people at the bottom of the mountain want to climb to the top of the mountain and witness the white snow on the top of the mountain, but they need to work hard.

He is not the same as Bian Jinyuan, they are both the pride of heaven, but his growth is much luckier than Bian Jinyuan.

When Lu Yunfei thought of this, Bian Jinyuan was a little distressed for no reason. He stretched out his hand and held Bian Jinyuan's hand. In Bian Jinyuan's surprise, in the quiet car, he said softly, "Okay," he said, "Wait. One day, you want me to go to your house, I will go again."

Bian Jinyuan looked at him silently, and nodded for a long time.

Although it snowed, unexpectedly there was no traffic jam. After driving for less than half an hour, he arrived at the subway station Bian Jinyuan said. He said goodbye to Lu Yunfei and got off the bus.

The snow in the sky is still falling, and the pedestrians on the road are hurrying. Bian Jinyuan stood on the side of the road, watching Lu Yunfei's car slowly drive away, and then walked back.

He walked very slowly, thinking about Lu Yunfei's words along the way, "We are both so familiar now, can't I go to your house?" If, he thought, if their home is not the way they live now, like when he was a child He probably wouldn't refuse Lu Yunfei even as he lived with his mother, or later with Bian Jie and Jiang Feng.

At that time, although the house they lived in was simple and plain, it was just one of the most common buildings, which could not be compared with Lu Yunfei's house, but it was the dwelling place of most domestic families. But now, it is such a simple bungalow. There is no space, no sex, the faucet and toilet are shared, the two rooms add up, it is not as big as Lu Yunfei's bedroom, such a place, how embarrassed he let Lu Yun fly here.

For the first time, Bian Jinyuan discovered that he would actually feel inferior.

He has always been a selfish character and doesn't care about the opinions of other people. He doesn't care about many people. To him, most of them are just passersby passing by. He knew that he was excellent since he was a child. He carried the praises of his teachers and parents all the way, and he had never put the current poverty in his eyes. But now, when Lu Yunfei looked at him, when Lu Yunfei offered to come to his house, he flinched for the first time.

He was afraid of seeing disappointment and shock in Lu Yunfei’s eyes, and he was also afraid of seeing the pity in his eyes. He always knew that his world and Lu Yunfei’s were two completely different worlds. He worked hard. I gave Lu Yunfei all the flowers, diamonds, and all the shining things in my hand, as if they were the same.

But if Lu Yunfei walks into his world and opens the door, he will find that there is actually nothing behind the door. Those things that once shining are not available at his fingertips, but the only thing he can take out. On the facade.

His home, his world, is barren and barren, with no grass, no pearls or gems, no elves, gods and monsters, nothing but him who is impoverished.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, falling on his shoulders and hair. He walked quietly in the snow, on the street, and in the light and shadow of the night.

When passing by a small store, there was a sound of singing in the store. The male singer’s pronunciation was not very clear, but the tune of the song was very gentle:

"I want to take you back to my grandma's house

Watching the sunset together

Until we all fell asleep"

Bian Jinyuan listened and stopped unconsciously. He stood quietly not far from the store, listening to the song silently.

It suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't sang since tonight. He should actually sing a song to Lu Yunfei. What can he sing? It seems that nothing is appropriate to sing, and it seems that everything is appropriate to sing.

He searched for a long time in his memory, but never thought of which song to sing. Each song seemed to be mixed with his emotions, but each song seemed to be unable to express his emotions.

However, at this moment, he missed Lu Yunfei very much, and wanted to sing a song to him, a song that had no meaning but was meaningful to him. He picked up the phone and dialed Lu Yunfei.

Lu Yunfei was still in the car, and asked him after picking up, "Are you home?"

"not yet."

"Oh, what's the matter with you calling me."

Bian Jinyuan was silent for a second.

After all, he still didn't know what to sing.

"Happy birthday." He said, "Happy birthday to you."

Lu Yunfei smiled, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Bian Jinyuan whispered, "rest early when you go back."

He finished speaking and hung up the phone.

He put the phone back in his pocket, took a step forward, and walked to the house step by step.

Seventeen-year-old Bian Jinyuan is simple and clear, like glass shards, seemingly sharp, but extremely clear, without a trace of impurities—that was Bian Jinyuan's green time exclusively for Lu Yunfei.

On the third day after the first snow, the city ushered in the second snow. At that time, a class was taking a math class, and the students saw snowflakes and secretly communicated in the group: it's snowing.

When it was the turn of the Chinese class, the Chinese teacher walked into the classroom without a book in his hand. He just asked everyone, "What does Bai Xue look like?"

Some people yelled, "Salt the air is imaginable", and some people yelled "Weiruo catkins will rise due to the wind."

The Chinese teacher in the first class is a very romantic female teacher, whose surname is Cheng. She smiled very gently. She walked to the podium and looked at the classmates with a smile, "It’s not going to go to class today. It’s rare to have snow. Let’s go and play. Right, relax."

The students in the first class became excited. Lu Yunfei listened to the cheers of the classmates and wanted to remind them that in this situation, most of them came back to write an essay. But even if you want to write an essay, it can't stop the playful heart of young people, let alone adolescent students.

Without knowing who led the head, everyone rushed out of the classroom and ran downstairs.

Li Yuanqing greeted Lu Yunfei, "Let's go."

Lu Yunfei stood up, pulled up Bian Jinyuan by the way, and went downstairs together.

The students downstairs were already playing, one by one throwing snowballs at people not far away. As soon as Lu Yunfei got down, he was hit by someone. The other party laughed, and Lu Yunfei threw a snowball directly at the flower bed and smashed it towards the other party.

The melee was about to start, snowballs flew everywhere, and Lu Yunfei struggled on the battlefield for a while, only to find that Bian Jinyuan had been standing outside the battlefield, watching indifferently.

He had the intention to let Bian Jinyuan play together, so he threw a snowball at him. Bian Jinyuan turned a little sideways and avoided the snowball, but didn't hit back.

"Aren't you playing?" Lu Yunfei walked over.

Bian Jinyuan is not interested in these, so he said, "You play."

"Don't," Lu Yunfei pulled him, "Let's play together."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt Bian Jinyuan stretched out his hand and held down the back of his head, pushing him into his arms. Lu Yunfei was stunned for a moment, but there was only one voice in his heart: Bian Jinyuan, really taller than him.

With a "bang", the snowball cracked in Bian Jinyuan's hand, and the opponent saw it hit him and quickly slipped away. Bian Jinyuan released the hand on the back of Lu Yunfei's head, and shook it twice, letting the remaining ice and snow fall.

Lu Yunfei still didn't react, Bian Jinyuan looked at the confusion in his eyes and explained, "There are snowballs."

Only then did Lu Yunfei react, and said to him, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Bian Jinyuan said calmly.

"The snowball hit you just now, won't you go back?"

"No." Bian Jinyuan said calmly.

Lu Yunfei looked at him unmoved, and for a while, he really didn't know how to persuade him.

But Bian Jinyuan was very considerate and said, "You go and play."

"Are you really not going?"

"I watch you play."

Lu Yunfei couldn't. He couldn't press his head forcibly if he didn't drink water. He could only give up and return to his battlefield. Bian Jinyuan watched him running continuously on the snow, smiling brightly, and unconsciously also softened his eyebrows.

As Lu Yunfei expected, he played a lesson in the snow. When the get out of class was about to end, the Chinese teacher assigned them homework, "Today’s homework is to write a composition on the subject of snow. The content is not limited, and it will be handed in tomorrow morning. Representative of Chinese class."

Suddenly, there was a mourning.

The Chinese teacher looked at them with a frown and smiled and returned to the teaching building. Only the classmates left behind and said with emotion that the sugar-coated cannonballs were after the sugar-coating.

Lu Yunfei played in the snow for a lesson, and when he returned to the classroom again, he felt the retribution-his hands were really cold. While the teacher was not paying attention, he secretly lowered his head and breathed in his palms, rubbed it, and felt the warmth for a while, but the warmth was too short, and after a while, his hands became cold again.

At this time, he needs hot water to warm his hands, but unfortunately the water in his glass has long been cold. He was melancholy, so he heard Bian Jinyuan ask, "Are your hands cold?"

After he finished speaking, he directly touched the back of Lu Yunfei's hand, making it cold.

Lu Yunfei felt the warmth between his fingers, and as soon as he grasped him, he looked at him eagerly and said, "Same table, save the child."

When Bian Jinyuan heard the words, he glanced at him, Lu Yunfei had an innocent look, his eyes were full of sincerity, and his other hand held him calmly.

"A seventeen-year-old child, that should be a giant baby."

Bian Jinyuan said, pulling out his hand, Lu Yunfei looked at him incredulously, is he so cold? When did he become so cold at the same table? Bian Jinyuan looked at the disbelief in his eyes, a smile appeared in his eyes, and slowly and gently wrapped his hands.

Lu Yunfei felt the warmth, and thought it was right. His teacher Bian had always been very caring for him, and it didn't exist.

He was in a good mood, so Xianqing Yizhi argued with Bian Jinyuan, "All children under the age of eighteen."

"All right, you say yes." Bian Jinyuan obviously didn't bother to care about him.

Lu Yunfei was proud, letting Bian Jinyuan warm his hands with satisfaction.

Not long after the winter snow, the final exam was held at No. 1 Middle School, and then entered the winter vacation. Li Li said to them after finishing the winter vacation homework, "There will be no make-up classes this winter vacation. Everyone will go back and do their homework. The next semester will have a basic exam. Don't step back too much by then."

Everyone smiled and said, "I know", and started their winter vacation life happily.

Lu Yunfei’s winter vacation was nothing special, just eating, drinking, playing and sleeping. Compared with him, Bian Jinyuan worked much harder. Liu Hao’s cake shop has not been on holiday yet, so he is still going to work on time.