Chapter 290

Lu Ziheng picked up the quilt and followed Shen Qinghuan. Their footprints were printed in the snow, creating a very beautiful artistic conception.

Although they have been determined to be together, they don't seem to have a group photo.

Unfortunately, the mobile phone was put away by the captain. Otherwise, in the face of such beautiful scenery, Shen Qinghuan must take a group photo.

Click, click, wipe.

Shen Qinghuan thought he wanted his cell phone too much, so he had such a hearing illusion.

But when Lu Ziheng raised his mobile phone to shoot Shen Qinghuan again, the little girl looked at him in amazement. She was very cute.

"How could you have a cell phone..." Shen Qinghuan didn't go on, because she knew that if Lu Ziheng didn't have a cell phone, the extra warm stickers, sanitary napkins and brown sugar wouldn't appear in the room.

Lu Ziheng took the trouble to explain the matter a little. He raised his mobile phone: "do you take a group photo together?"

"Of course." Shen Qinghuan stood on tiptoe. As a result, he noticed that there were few software in Lu Ziheng's mobile phone, and it seemed that he came to Mo Shan to sleep on the bus.

Shen Qinghuan blushed: "this photo is not beautiful. It's so ugly."

"My little Qinghuan, even if she doesn't open her beauty and filter, her appearance is also very beautiful in my heart." Lu Ziheng was very tall, so he automatically acted as a self timer. He took a lot of group photos before Shen Qinghuan reacted.

After all, Shen Qinghuan was possessed by his great aunt. After standing in the snow for a long time and without thick clothes, his body soon began to tremble.

Lu Ziheng walked behind her and circled her: "is it still cold?"

Shen Qinghuan's face gradually burned up and his heart beat. When the temperature of his fingers regained consciousness, Lu Ziheng held his hand and wrote under the letters she had just written: "Lu Ziheng loves Shen Qinghuan."

Maybe boys don't like to do those fancy things. Lu Ziheng didn't draw a heart between their names.

"Why not use symbols instead?" When the little girl took pictures, she puffed up her cheeks and looked like a little puffer fish. "In this case, we can't be neat."

Lu Ziheng obviously didn't spell the letters written by Shen Qinghuan. He thought it was a little girl who wrote to play.

Although the little girl seemed a little angry, she took pictures of the handwriting written in the snow.

"When you return to the imperial capital, you will send these photos to me."

"Yes." Lu Ziheng bent down. The small stones in the mountain were still easy to find. He made two snowballs with his hands and stacked them together. He took the small stones he picked up as his eyes and mouth, "xiaoqinghuan."

Shen Qinghuan thought Lu Ziheng was a little snowman in his own way. As a return gift, he no longer cared about his cold hands. He also organized a snowman and put it next to Lu Ziheng's little snowman.

Snowflakes fell on the two little snowmen snuggling up to each other.

Lu Ziheng suddenly raised his arm, pulled the little girl into his arms and whispered in her ear, "do we calculate this? We accidentally walked to the white head?"

Shen Qinghuan leaned against Lu Ziheng's chest and clearly heard the sound of force from his heart.

After a while, he turned around and took her hand: "yes, I'll take you somewhere."

Shen Qinghuan followed behind Lu Ziheng. She stepped on his footprints and felt warm in her heart.

Walking, Lu Ziheng stopped. He stepped on the ladder and climbed to the roof.

Shen Qinghuan raised his neck and wondered what Lu Ziheng was doing climbing so high at night.

"Xiaoqinghuan. You come up too. "

"What are we doing on the roof?"

Lu Ziheng didn't speak. He directly covered Shen Qinghuan's eyes and said gently in her ear, "I'll know later."

Shen Qinghuan, according to his words, waited for Lu Ziheng's hand to pull away. For a while, his sight returned to normal.

From Lu Ziheng sitting beside him, the ink pupil is full of bright stars.