Chapter 614 620, the meaning of the first snow (one more)

"What a good boy! Go back and do your homework." Mo Qingyi showed a kind smile like an old mother, stood on tiptoe, and touched Chu Xiu's head, a soft and cute boy, always able to arouse the girl's enthusiasm Maternal radiance.

  Chu Xiu is only thirteen years old this year, and she is already nearly 1.7 meters tall. Mo Qingyi, who is 1.6 meters tall, looks extra petite.

   "Then I'm leaving!" Chu Xiu blushed and ran away like the wind.

  A thirteen-year-old boy already has the concept of a man and a woman in his mind.

   Some students in their class even started to fall in love early.

   There were also many students who sent him love letters between classes.

  Mo Qingyi, a young and beautiful girl so close to him, made him a little uncomfortable.

   "Brother Jin, let's go then." Mo Qingyi took Chu Jin's arm, and the two walked into the back garden together.

   "Ninth sister-in-law, ninth sister-in-law," Duanmu Zhe, who was next to him, ran over, "I'll accompany you to build a snowman, it's not me, I'm good at building a snowman!"

  Chu Jin smiled, "Welcome."

  Mo Qingyi directly kicked over and said with a tender smile, "You are everywhere."

   Duanmu Zhe did not evade, and took the kick firmly.

   The three of them walked into the back garden together.

   As soon as I walked out of the door, there was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of me, everything was silent, and the scene was extraordinarily spectacular.

Mr. Mo, who was reading the documents in the study upstairs, saw the three people building a snowman in the garden downstairs. He felt that he could not let his daughter-in-law be alone, so he picked up the coat on the hanger, put it on his body and walked downstairs. go.

  In the living room, Mrs. Mo and Zhao Qian were chatting while eating melon seeds.

   The two of them didn't know what they were talking about, and their faces were full of smiles.

   Seeing Mo Zhixuan hurried downstairs, Mrs. Mo asked, "Zhixuan, are you still going to the company so late?"

   "No." Mo Zhixuan's words were concise and to the point. He was tall and had long legs, a coat draped over his body, and the hem of his clothes waving in the wind. He looked extraordinarily stylish and full of aura!

   Like an emperor who looks down on the world.

   is breathtaking.

   "Then where are you in such a hurry?" In Mrs. Mo's impression, only work matters that make Mo Zhixuan so concerned.

  Since he didn't go to the company, where else could he go?

   This big night.

   Mrs. Mo frowned slightly.

  Mo Zhixuan said as he walked out, "I'm going to build a snowman."

   Mrs. Mo: "..."

   Ah hey!

   Isn't she deaf?

  What did Mo Zhixuan just say? Build, build a snowman?

son!

  You come back, this does not match your personality!

   Mrs. Mo turned her eyes to Zhao Yan next to her in disbelief, and said incredulously, "My dear family, did you hear what Zhixuan just said?"

   Zhao Yan turned back with a smile, "It seems that you want to push the snowman, right? Come on, my in-laws, let's go take a look too."

   After the words fell, Zhao Yan got up and dragged Mrs. Mo out.

She is not Mrs. Mo, she doesn't know Mo Zhixuan's past temperament, and she doesn't know that Mo Zhixuan is sitting on a cold iceberg. She only thinks Mo Zhixuan is a gentle and friendly junior. Therefore, for Mo Zhixuan's words, The reaction is light.

   In addition, Zhao Yan has been lying on the hospital bed for so many years, even if she has amnesia now, she still yearns for freedom in her bones.

   also likes liveliness and prefers crowded places.

   And through this period of time, Zhao Yan has already treated the Mo family as his own.

  Although she has lost her memory, she is not stupid and can tell who is good to her.

  The two old sisters get along very well together.

  The garden of Mo's house is very large. The garden is white and snowflakes are fluttering. Only a few figures in the distance are throwing snowballs at each other. The four of them are together, laughing together.

   The proud red plum blossoms open to the snow.

   You can still smell the fragrance of plum in the air.

  The greatest happiness of the old man is to watch his children be happy. At this time, Zhao Yan and Mrs. Mo are standing together, looking into the distance, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

   "Brother Jin! You throw me! I want revenge!" Mo Qingyi grabbed a large amount of snow and threw it in Chu Jin's direction.

   Chu Jin smiled slightly, and reached out to pull Mo Zhixuan beside him.

   With a 'smack', a cloud of snow mercilessly hit Mr. Mo's chest.

  Mo Qingyi stuck out his tongue in embarrassment...

   Then, a cloud of snow flew from somewhere, and hit Chu Jin with a 'smack'.

   The scene suddenly became chaotic.

  Various snowballs flying around.

   Even the old-fashioned Mr. Mo went crazy with him.

   "Duanmu Xiaosi, you're done!" Mo Qingyi gritted his teeth, held up a snowball, and ran after Duanmu Zhe with anger.

   "It's not me, it's not me!" Duanmu Zhe raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "It was thrown by Sister Nine!"

  咻——

   A ball of snowballs was in the middle of Duanmu Zhe's head.

   After playing for a while, probably feeling tired, Chu Jin and Mo Qingyi just lay in the snow.

   "Ah!" Mo Qingyi exhaled hot air, "How cool! Brother Jin, this year has been the happiest year for me!"

   "Me too." Chu Jin responded to her with a smile.

  When she was Qin Jie in her previous life, how could she ever have such a happy time. At that time, there were only her and her grandmother in the family. In order to support the family, she learned how to do business at a very young age.

   The whole childhood and teenage years were dark and dull.

   Later, after marrying Shen Lingtian, living in his deception all day long, what's the joy at all?

   Now, she is real and happy, and this happiness is overflowing from the bottom of my heart.

  After meeting Mr. Mo, she had a very full life every day.

   "Let's build a snowman, shall we?" Mo Qingyi suggested that they would come out to build a snowman. Who knows, if they build a snowman in the middle, it will become a snowball fight!

   The snowman, which had already retreated nearly halfway, was also destroyed.

   "Okay," Chu Jin got up from the snow and patted the snow on his body.

   As soon as she stood up, someone walked behind her and gently draped the cloak in her hand over her body. In an instant, a warm current enveloped her.

   This is a long fiery red cloak, the length reaching Chu Jin's heel. I've always been used to seeing her wearing light-colored clothes. When I saw her wearing red clothes for the first time, Mo Zhixuan could hardly react.

The bright red complimented her already fair skin, which was as white as a piece of jade at the moment, flawless and translucent. A pair of shimmering peach blossom eyes were exquisite and unparalleled, and her lips were not naturally red, just in line with the color of the cape. connected to each other.

  It is so beautiful that it seems to come from the painting, which makes your breath stagnate.

   is completely different from Zheng Chuyi's beauty, and there is no comparison at all.

  Her beauty.

   Publicity, bright, unparalleled!

   "Put more on, don't freeze." After a long while, Mo Zhixuan reacted, and a low voice sounded from above her head.

  Chu Jin slightly hooked his lips, "Put more on, don't freeze." This sentence is definitely the most spoken sentence by Mr. Mo today.

   is like the catchphrase on the Internet, "Your mom thinks you're cold."

  Chu Jin stretched out his hand to untie the straps on his cloak, "I'm not cold."

  Mo Zhixuan stopped her movement, and even buckled the hat on her cloak on her head, "Don't take it off if it's not cold, it's not a bad thing to wear more clothes."

  Er... Chu Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, Mr. Mo's tone became more and more like a kind old father.

   Seeing Mo Zhixuan's insistence, Chu Jin had to wear a cape to build a snowman.

  Mo Zhixuan stared blankly at the man's back, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and took a picture of her back.

   In the photo, she is wearing a red cloak, walking in the snow, her slender back is like a proud red plum.

   makes the sun, moon and stars dim.

   As if, between heaven and earth, there is only one left of her.

   is just a back view, which can make people reverie.

   Mo Qingyi was also stunned.

   I have to say, this kind of Chu Jin is really amazing!

   How can there be such a monster like Brother Jin in the world!

   Not only makes men look tempted, but also makes her, a real woman, very excited! Ripples in my heart!

   On the side, Duanmu Zhe squinted slightly, took off his jacket calmly, and put it on Mo Qingyi.

  Mo Qingyi was taken aback by his sudden action, "Duanmu Xiaosi, what are you doing?"

   "Care for the underage girls in the motherland," Duanmu Zhe raised his eyebrows slightly, "Can't you see it?"

   "You still have some conscience." Mo Qingyi wrapped his coat tightly and snorted softly.

   "That's right, as if I've never had a conscience before..." Duanmu Zhe said speechlessly.

   "Haha," Mo Qingyi sneered, "It's as if you had a heart before." She was talking about a heart, not a conscience. When she said that, Mo Qingyi turned around and ran to Chu Jin's side.

   "Brother Jin, I'm here to help you..."

   A gleam of light flashed in Duanmu Zhe's eyes. Just now, he seemed to have caught something in Mo Qingyi's words.

   is Mo Qingyi's hint to him?

   Or his illusion?

  Thinking of this, Duanmu Zhe took a stride, stretched out his hand and grabbed Mo Qingyi's wrist, and gently tugged.

  Mo Qingyi was pulled by this sudden force and lost his center of gravity, and fell heavily into Duanmu Zhe's chest. A strange male hormone breath came onward, making Mo Qingyi feel a little dazed for a moment.

   At this moment, she really realized that this Duanmu Zhe was so much taller than her.

  From her point of view, Duanmu Zhe is quite... manly!

   suddenly had a vigorous love affair with the person in front of him.

But soon, Mo Qingyi reacted. She felt that she could no longer be immersed in this unfamiliar affection. She pushed Duanmu Zhe away suddenly and said with some dissatisfaction, "Duanmu Xiaosi, why are you crazy? ?"

"Are you stupid!" Duanmuzhe slapped Mo Qingyi's head, and said angrily, "Didn't you see Jiu Ge and Jiu's sister-in-law kissing me there? What are you doing here? "

  This kid, at a glance, knows that he is under-flat!

   The young couple are talking about life and ideals. Did she work as a light bulb in the past?

   "I'm going to build a snowman." Although Mo Qingyi knew that she was wrong, she couldn't be too weak in front of Duanmu Zhe, so she put her hands on her hips and said fiercely, "What's your business?

   "Okay," Duanmuzhe smiled very good-naturedly, stretched out his hand and grabbed Mo Qingyi's wrist, "Let's go over there, I'll build a snowman with you."

   After the words fell, he dragged Mo Qingyi to the other direction.

At this moment, Mo Qingyi only felt that Duanmu Zhe's image in her mind was completely elevated. She raised her eyes subconsciously and saw an overly clean profile face, familiar but unfamiliar, reflecting a faint snow. Light.

   was heartbroken.

  Mo Qingyi stared at him blankly, with almost no reason to refuse.

   Can not help but.

   Such a poem flashed in her mind: "The exquisite dice An Hongdou, do you know the love in the bones?"

   At this moment, she felt very clearly.

   She was in love with the boy in front of her.

  Today is the first snow.

   I heard that on the day of the first snow, when you are with the person you love, you will definitely reach the end of your life.

Just at the right moment, Duanmu Zhe suddenly turned his eyes back and met those cat-like eyes. He opened his mouth slowly, with a bit of a slap in the face in his seriousness, making it difficult to detect the truth. He said, "Mo Xiaosan, Do you know the meaning of the first snow?"

  Mo Qingyi tried his best to calm himself down, and pretended to know nothing and said, "What does it mean? I don't know, it's just snowing, what else could it mean?"

   Does Duanmu Zhe mean the same thing to himself?

  First snow = white head.

   Duanmu Zhe looked at her, laughed out loud, and rubbed her head, "It's simple, it means you are a pig."

  Mo Qingyi didn't answer his own words, did he want to save himself some face?

   Duanmu Zhe was a little distressed.

   He had already said that, why didn't she respond?

   It seems that she still does not have herself in her heart.

   (end of this chapter)