After dinner at the Jiang Family, when Jiang Nan pushed Fu Jingzhou out the door, the sky was pitch black, the moon was hiding behind layers of dark clouds, and the cold wind was blowing with a slight chill.
Jiang Nan stopped in her tracks, looked up at the sky with a hint of surprise.
The lights at the entrance of the Jiang Family's old house were dazzling, and snowflakes like grains of salt drifted down from the sky.
" Zhouzhou, it's snowing."
Fu Jingzhou looked up at the sky, stretched out his hand, and snowflakes fell into his palm, quickly melting from his body heat.
The capital city saw its first snowfall of the year.
Jiang Nan looked up at the sky for a long time, then remained silent for a long time. Fu Jingzhou was wondering what was going on, so he turned his wheelchair around and saw Jiang Nan looking up at the sky with a serious expression. Her full, red lips were tightly pursed.
Fu Jingzhou's hand clenched unconsciously. " Nannan, what are you thinking about?"
Are you thinking about that world from before?
Hearing his words, Jiang Nan subconsciously lowered her head. Snowflakes landed on his eyelashes. The little deer's eyes were clear and watery, his nose was a little red from the cold, and his cheeks were round. Today he was wearing a white hand-knitted scarf, Uncle He had knitted. A small GG Bond was sewn on the part that hung down.
The pink fuzz on her forehead was blown to both sides by the wind, revealing her smooth forehead. Jiang Nan said happily, " Zhouzhou, let's go buy some roasted sweet potatoes."
Fu Jingzhou; "..."
He was a little stunned.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Nan, with his melancholic demeanor as if possessed by a poet, finally managed to utter this sentence.
But upon closer reflection, it really is his style.
After a moment of silence, he smiled and said, "Okay."
Jiang Nan said happily, " Zhouzhou, I also want to write a poem."
Fu Jingzhou: "... You do it."
Jiang Nan cleared his throat and began to recite. "The north wind howls, snow accompanies the beauty, I'll take my wife to buy sweet potatoes, they'll definitely be especially sweet."
Fu Jingzhou said with a half-smile, "Our Nannan really is a great literary figure."
Jiang Nan immediately became proud, "When I chose law, our Chinese teacher was very sad, thinking it was a pity I didn't become a poet."
The Little Black Ball silently covered its ears and flew to the roof of Maybach not far away.
I couldn't listen to it anymore.
"Okay." Fu Jingzhou reached out and took the boy's hand, which was hanging by his side, Nannan.
Jiang Nan: "Huh?"
He looked down blankly, then froze on the spot for a moment.
Fu Jingzhou wore a black overcoat today, which accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His black hair fell across his forehead, and his curled eyelashes resembled butterflies in flight. His eyes reflected the lights at the entrance of the Jiang Family family's old house in the distance, as if they held a hidden Milky Way.
The crimson beauty mark at the corner of her eye added a touch of otherworldly allure.
He silently and persistently raised his head, gazing up at Jiang Nan.
Jiang Nan's throat suddenly felt a little dry, and she couldn't quite look away.
Fu Jingzhou smiled and asked, "Kiss?"
Grass.
He was tempted again!
Jiang Nan's mind was buzzing. Finally, like a scholar bewitched by a fox spirit in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio from a Chinese Studio, she lowered her head as if possessed and touched the man's cool, soft lips.
To probe in, to lick.
They quietly shared a kiss in the snow.
-
That night they still didn't buy roasted sweet potatoes, not because there were no vendors, but because Jiang Nan's tongue was sore and she wasn't lucky enough to eat them.
In the past, when Jiang Nan was still in the welfare home, she would watch the Spring Festival Gala with other children and eat dumplings made by the director. It was quite lively. After she started working, she would hide in her rented room alone, eating frozen dumplings and watching the Spring Festival Gala.
For him, the Lunar New Year is just an extra short holiday.
Only now does he realize that the Lunar New Year is actually something to look forward to.
On New Year's Eve, he and Fu Jingzhou returned to the Fu Family's old house and had a New Year's Eve dinner with Old Master Fu.
That evening, the two returned to Jinghe Garden after dinner.
The small river in Jinghe Garden has frozen over. It's been snowing a lot these past few days, and there are two snowmen piled up in front of Building 6.
One is GG Bond, the other is SpongeBob SquarePants, standing on the left and right like door gods.
This was built by Jiang Nan and the household servants.
771 merely served as a scrambler, occasionally stirring up trouble.
When Jiang Nan entered, she casually stuffed the coin she found in the dumplings that night onto GG Bond's head.
771 complained, "Why not give it to SpongeBob SquarePants? Are you discriminating against him?"
Jiang Nan snorted coldly, "[I'm just being discriminatory towards a round, hairy, winged, black thing.]"
771:[...]
You're practically ready to recite my ID number.
Then it realized that it didn't have an ID number!
Waaaaaah!
"What are you daydreaming about?" Fu Jingzhou tugged at his cheek. "Weren't you going to watch the Spring Festival Gala?"
"Let's go, let's go." Jiang Nan suddenly came to his senses, too lazy to pay attention to the Little Black Ball with its fur standing on end, and took his beautiful wife's hand and went into the house.
The room had underfloor heating. Jiang Nan took off her long down jacket, quickly and accurately found the small indentation she had made on the sofa, picked up the remote, turned on the TV, and started watching the Spring Festival Gala.
Half an hour later, he yawned, tears welling up in his eyes, "How boring."
Hearing this, the person next to him turned their head and said, "Don't want to watch anymore?"
"Hmm." The boy nodded lazily, looking listless.
Fu Jingzhou reached out and casually grabbed his ankle, his voice calm. "Then let's do something interesting."
"What is it?"
Jiang Nan was still a little dazed when she looked up and met those dark, captivating eyes before she realized what was happening.
Her ears turned red in an instant. "It's only ten o'clock."
Fu Jingzhou looked at him, puzzled. "What does this have to do with the time?"
Jiang Nan speechless.
You filthy scoundrel.
He certainly cannot be judged by normal moral standards.
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On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Jiang Nan woke up at nine o'clock in the morning.
He stared at the ceiling for half a minute before he finally came to his senses.
Jiang Nan endured the humiliation and struggled to her feet, her waist aching, and her porcelain-white skin bearing an ambiguous mark.
The scents of rosemary and pomegranate juice mingled intimately in the air.
The door was pushed open, and Jiang Nan looked up to see a man wearing a loose sweater and loose jeans, looking like a clean- Baibai college student.
Recalling what happened last night, Jiang Nan looked at the red marks around her wrist and muttered, " Fu Zhouzhou, you just take advantage of your husband's affection for you and do whatever you want."
Fu Jingzhou paused for a moment, then walked to the bedside and said in a gentle yet direct voice, "You clearly liked it last night too."
Jiang Nan: "... Hmph."
He was completely naked; the clothes he wore yesterday were no longer wearable. He sat on the bed, hesitated for a moment, then, wrapped in the thick quilt, awkwardly walked to the walk-in closet.
Although the two no longer have separate rooms, Jiang Nan is used to living on the second floor, so they will continue to live on the second floor for the time being.