It was snowing heavily outside, but it was clearly at night, but it seemed like daytime.

However, there are not many people walking on the snow, the wind is strong and slippery, and it is not safe. The heavy snow is everywhere in the eyes of some people, but at the same time, the substantial harm it brings cannot be ignored.

The weather was cold and the wind and snow were mixed, making people's bones crisp, their eyelids drooped, and even their blood vessels blocked.

Zhou Shike was wearing a hat in the down jacket, standing in the corner of the wall to hide from the wind, waiting for a long time before people came out.

Seeing the familiar back, Zhou Shike rushed over and grabbed him without thinking, "Fu Simian."

He spoke in a muffled voice, and he could see the white mist in the air with his breath.

There were even a few frost flowers condensed on the eyelashes.

Fu Simian froze for a moment, and his hand slowly took out his pocket. It took a long time to turn around. The light pink scar on his lower jaw once again appeared in front of Zhou Shike's eyes like a magnification.

"Are you... cold?" Zhou Shike thought for a while before he came up with such a dry sentence.

Fu Simien couldn't help but lower the brim of her hat with her hands and slowly spoke: "It's okay."

When he lied, his voice was trembling.

The southerners have just arrived in the north, and most people are not used to it.

Fu Simian described it as thin. Zhou Shike could not see his eyebrows and eyes blocked by the brim of the hat, but only saw his lips that were cracked with a few traces.

A sour and astringent feeling surged into the throat. Zhou Shike stretched out his hand, and his fingers were frozen, and he clumsily touched the scar on Fu Simien's jaw. Fu Simien felt the touch, and for the first time he did not dodge, and met Zhou Shike's sight.

There was surprise and sigh in my eyes.

Fu Simian's facial features are always superior to everyone, and even in this way, they are still depressed and charming.

"A Ke," Fu Smien gently took Zhou Shike's hand and thoughtfully helped him back into his pocket, "Go back."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

This was completely unexpected, and Fu Simian was avoiding him.

Zhou Shike was a little panicked, and he chased after him, "Tang Hao confessed to me."

Fu Simian forced himself to laugh, a little reluctant, but it was quite decent, "It's pretty good."

He turned around and left again.

Zhou Shike was stunned, and a bloody energy surged in his throat. He bent down and grabbed a handful of snow, and hit Fu Simien on the back of the head, "Idiot!"

Fu Simian ignored him and lowered his hat and continued to walk forward.

When he was in Country Y, he felt that the future was long. When he arrived in North City, he saw Zhou Shike surrounded by him with his own eyes. In contrast, Fu Simian was shaken for the first time.

Fu Siya was right. Zhou Shike may still be the same Zhou Shike, but Fu Simian is no longer the same Fu Simian as before.

In addition to the most conspicuous jaw, deep or shallow scars were left on his forehead and arms. He injured his head when he rushed down the cliff. No one knew what kind of sequelae would cause when he was traumatized on his head.

Fu Simian heard the footsteps of snow behind him, and another big snowball hit the back of his head.

He clenched his fists and continued to move forward without saying a word.

Zhou Shike stopped smashing him this time. He patted the remaining snow on his hand and ran towards Fu Simien.

He rushed directly from behind and threw Fu Simien into the snow.

"Don't you want to make up? Why do you want to hide from me?" Zhou Shike's voice was muffled, hoarse and vague, "I started looking for you last week, but there was no news about you."

Zhou Shike has always been an action-oriented person and does whatever he wants. Unfortunately, his opponent is Fu Simian. Fu Simian doesn't want him to find him, so he may have no choice.

"Do you don't want to make up?"

Want to miss it all the time?

"You ask me again."

Zhou Shike no longer had to hide his arrogant temperament. He ordered Fu Simian in a quiet voice, "Hurry up!"

Fu Simian moved.

Zhou Shike realized that he was still pressing against Fu Simian. He stood up, pulled Fu Simian up, and waited for Fu Simian to speak expressionlessly.

His hair was messy, his hat was tilted to the side, and his eyes were full of impatientness.

It’s the serious young master Zhou.

Fu Simien's eyes were bitter. He lowered his head and took off his hat. His hair was a little longer, blocking his eyebrows and eyes, and his breath looked gloomy.

He raised his chin slightly, and after a while he lowered his head, he smiled, "How?"

Zhou Shike knew what he meant, so he looked elsewhere, "What's the matter?"

"Can this look catch your eyes?" Fu Simian said with helplessness. It was helpless to open the bottom of the mountain at that time, and no one expected that it would hurt his face.

"It's okay." Zhou Shike bit the tip of his tongue and held back the tears that were about to overflow.

"A Ke, I'm sorry for what happened back then," Fu Simian lowered his voice. He looked at Zhou Shike intently, "But please believe me, I never thought of really transferring you to Lin's family. This is not a distinction, it is just a fact."

"I did something wrong with you in the past. Well..." Fu Simian pondered for a while, his speech became slower and more cautious. "I thought about continuing to get closer to you, but..."

Fu Simian smiled bitterly, "I may not be worthy of you."

Fu Simian, who only has the title of Fu family head, may be worthy of the free and easy Zhou family young master and the excellent spiritual singer Zhou Shike.

Faces are second-hand, and Fu Simian is no longer as proud as it was at the beginning.

He is not the boy Zhou Shike liked back then.

Just a selfish businessman who has ruined his face.

Just like a white dove and a swamp, facing Zhou Shike, Fu Simian felt that he was a dirty swamp.

"I'm so annoying," Zhou Shike pushed Fu Simian and spoke directly, "Just say, do you want to make up?"

He must be very nervous and used a lot of force.

Fu Simien was pushed back and staggered a few steps, barely standing firmly, and when she turned to look at Zhou Shike, her eyes turned red.

It's a little red, becoming red and moist.

Fu Simian heard his heartbeat, which was fast and heavy, deafening.

Zhou Shike paused. He reached out to catch a few snowflakes and slowly handed them to Fu Simian, "Fu Simian, this year... we can watch the snow together."

As soon as he finished speaking, a drop of tears fell on Zhou Shike's fingertips.

It was so hot that Zhou Shike couldn't help but curl his fingers, but he held it back, so tears fell down one after another.

When Zhou Shike was caught off guard, Fu Smien held Zhou Shike's wrist and held him strongly into his arms. He hugged Zhou Shike, wishing he could crush Zhou Shike, "I'm sorry."

Jiangcheng is more than one thousand kilometers away from Beicheng. The north city is filled with wind and snow, and the faces of the two men become blurred, as if they condense into a painting, but their breathing is hot, their heartbeats are fast, and their tears are hot.

Zhou Shike did not wait for Fu Simian on the spot. He kept walking forward and walked forward with Fu Simian. If Fu Simian had not followed, there would be no such scene today.

He was not soft-hearted, he just liked it, and he couldn't dislike it.

He was willing to give Fu Simian a chance. If Fu Simian didn't cherish it... Zhou Shike's eyes darkened, he would really kill the other party.

"I love you." Fu Simian said this with the sound of the wind.

Perhaps it was because of the ups and downs of emotions, or because he was cold and was not as resistant to the local ones, Fu Simian fell down completely and fell completely.

Fu Simian lives in the community next to Zhou’s house before.

He was so hot that he was drowsy that he looked at the cold and empty living room, and his eyes were lowered and his legs were numb.

The doorbell was ringed cautiously.

Fu Simien went to open the door and was stunned when she saw the person coming.

He dragged the person in and frowned, "What are you doing so cold?"

Zhou Shike turned around and hadn't been in a relationship for a long time. Although he was an old acquaintance, he still didn't know how to get along with him.

He handed out the insulation bucket in his hand, "Seafood porridge made by aunt."

Both of them are rarely restrained.

Fu Simian was afraid of making Zhou Shike unhappy, so he turned around and ran away again.

Zhou Shike was purely at a loss.

He took off his coat, turned on the TV consciously, went to the cabinet to flip the remote control, and never stopped moving as soon as he came in.

Fu Simian sat next to the dining table and stuttered in porridge.

I had a cold and had a bad appetite, but when I thought it was brought by Zhou Shike, he slowly wanted to finish it bit by bit.

Zhou Shike was already sitting cross-legged on the carpet watching TV, and was still very focused, as if he came over to watch TV.

After a long time, Zhou Shike's cold voice sounded, "Don't force it if you can't eat it. If you run out of your way, I won't collect your body for you."

Fu Simian slowly lowered the spoon.

I sat for a while before I walked to Zhou Shike.

It was clearly in his own home, but Zhou Shike looked like an old man.

He raised his eyes and patted the seat next to him, "Don't be polite, sit down."
To be continued...