Su Wan Tong looks at his action of wearing gloves. The coolness of his palm is dispelled. At the same time, there are ripples in his heart.
Now, the more she comes into contact with Ling Wanxing, the faster she feels her heart rate.
If it can go on like this all the time, in fact... Is also very good.
At the foot of the mountain, Ling Wanxing and Su Wantong walk hand in hand.
A wooden plank road stretches up from the foot of the mountain. In winter, yangshou mountain is full of desolation.
Su Wan Tong looked around, once lush old trees have fallen leaves all over the ground, withered vegetation has no vitality.
Only the winter pine, which can best adapt to the winter, still stands aloof at the top of the mountain.
They stepped on the plank road side by side. Because the first snow of this winter has not yet fallen, although the trees swaying on both sides of the plank road blocked the cold wind, they also made the surrounding air thinner and cooler.
A thin layer of white frost coagulates on the plank road. Ling Wanxing reminds Su Wantong as he walks, "be careful, it's a little slippery here."
Su Wantong was wearing gloves and holding hands with him. They were wearing woolen overcoats of the same color. Walking slowly along the plank road, their mood also changed.
"Why did you take me to climb the mountain?"
Halfway up the mountain, Su Wantong looks sideways at Ling Wanxing. The light breaks through the tree trunk and sprinkles on them. Half of his face is infected by the halo, full of the charm of a mature man.
Ling Wanxing's pace is slightly slow. He turns his head and looks at Su Wantong. "Don't you always like the winter of raising Shoushan?"
Although this sentence is a question sentence, his tone is clear.
Su Wan Tong's eyes stagnated. He stepped up the steps and asked, "who told you that I like to raise Shoushan in winter?"
"Your diary!" Ling Wanxing did not hide and answered truthfully.
Hearing this, Su Wan Tong was in a trance for a moment, and then he remembered what his so-called diary was.
At that time, when she was in the Ling family, she did have the habit of keeping a diary.
However, most of the contents are related to him.
Only a very few times, she sat alone in such a large open manor, and would write down her thoughts with melancholy.
But that was many years ago.
She did not expect that what Ling Wanxing did now was all based on that diary.
Su Wan Tong pursed the corners of his mouth, glanced at him and sighed, "I found that diary after I left?"
"When Uncle Ling renovated the manor, he found it by accident." Ling Wanxing looked in front of him. With that, they didn't speak again for a long time.
As they strolled, the end of the plank road was near.
The road is not long, and it takes only ten minutes to reach the top of the mountain.
At the top of the mountain, without the shelter of trees, the wind is howling.
Stepping on the last step of the plank road, Su Wantong unexpectedly finds a tent standing near an open mountain in front of him.
She looked at Ling Wanxing in surprise, then released his hand and walked forward curiously.
Behind him, Ling Wanxing stood in the same place, looking at her slender and graceful figure, her eyes were full of tenderness.
It turns out that doing a little thing for your lover can also get such a strong sense of satisfaction.
Originally, love is so simple, just because you are here, just because I love you.
After a while, Su Wantong pulled back the curtain of the tent and looked inside. Suddenly, he looked back at Ling Wanxing in surprise, "is this all you prepared?"
The tent is not big, but it has everything in it.
At this moment, Ling Wanxing came forward with a smile and twisted a wisp of her hair, "do you like it?"