Zhuo Yang, who was not in a very high mood, nested in Li Xiaoqing's suite all day, except for eating and sleeping, but it was rare to steal a day of laziness. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Li Xiaoqing also noticed Zhuo Yang's slight abnormality, the smart girl didn't take the risk of asking, just accompanied Zhuo Yang to eat, waited for him to wake up, and then accompanied him to eat again.

Zhuo Yang didn't chatter like a resentful woman, he wasn't used to infecting his friends with negative emotions. And talking is a dangerous thing to do, and you don't know if your open talk will be the laughing stock of the future.

The first Christmas in Zhuo Yang's life when he was alone in a foreign land passed like this, and it was also his first Christmas. In 2002, when the commercial Christmas atmosphere had just begun to spread inland from the coastal cities, Xi'an, located in the Great West, had not yet fully participated in this inexplicable Chinese and foreign festival.

Christmas is followed by the New Year, and 2003 is just around the corner. Time is the fairest thing in this world, whether you are rich or poor, whether you are good, evil, beautiful or ugly, time always passes impartially in everyone, and there is never a look back.

In the last days of 2002, Zhuo Yang did not touch the football or the piano, not at all. He just went on to party every day, with every friend he met in Hanover. Needless to say, Li Xiaoqing is a participant and even an organizer of every party in Zhuo Yang. Mario Gomez, Per Mertesacker, Carl Rand, ......, as well as Professor Norman and Chairman Mullen and Miss Sylvia, Zhuo Yang participated in each of the party invitations.

The snow fell on and off for another two days, then squirmed and stopped for a few days. Today is the last day of 2002.

Today, the year 2002 will forever be history. After tonight, the year 2002 will be a past that exists in all kinds of materials, and it will never be possible to go back and touch it.

Zhuo Yang walked alone on the deserted maple forest road on the campus of the University of Music, his steps a little shaky and staggering. The maple leaves on both sides of the road have long since fallen off cleanly, leaving only the craggy branches stretching out in the snowy night.

He staggered because he had drunk too much, and the friends of Mertesacker and Gomez were very welcoming. A little staggering, because the old snow piled up under the new snow has become hard, and it is a little slippery in the bumps.

Some people like dark and snowy nights because such nights can have a bizarre and uncanny feeling. A night without lights should be very dark, but against the backdrop of white snow, the world is covered with a bright white light. However, even with this bright snow, you can still firmly believe that the night is pitch black, so dark that you forget the sun during the day.

Zhuo Yang burped lightly, and the smell of beer mixed with the smell of bacon was very unpleasant. He looked at the two campus bars behind the maple tree next to the Schubert Building, which were still dimly lit. Although it is already winter vacation, there are still many people like Zhuo Yang in the music university. It seems that some literary and artistic young people are planning to welcome the New Year in the bar.

Zhuo Yang shook his slightly cloudy head and stopped. He didn't want to go to the bar to continue drinking, Zhuo Yang didn't have that much of an alcohol addiction. He was just choked by the liquid in his little stomach and had to stop.

Beer is diuretic, especially in winter. Zhuo Yang held back all the way, and the chassis was a little heavy at this time. Stimulated by alcohol, he doesn't pay attention to any quality, and he urgently needs to release water to reduce his burden.

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Reshakova has been nesting in her small dormitory for the past few days, accompanied by a room full of snacks pushed back from the supermarket.

After receiving Zhuo Yang's text message on Christmas Day, Ryshakova, who had been sad and angry for a day, later became a little angry, and she began to wait for Zhuo Yang's next reply, but how could she wait?

They both thought: as long as he or she gives me a message, even if it's just a punctuation mark.

Tomorrow is the new year, and Reshakova has no idea how this holiday should be spended, and when will things become so inexplicable? Depressed, she decided to go for a drink on the night of the last day of the year, and go for a soulless wine alone.

In this familiar little bar next to the Schubert building, Ryshakova refused to be accosted by all the men inside, but she silently smuttered the blue Margaret, quietly thinking about Zhuo Yang.

Slightly drunk, Ryshakova stopped. She's never been a girl who likes to drink heavily, she just loves the feeling of being slightly drunk.

Remembering the joke that Zhuo Yang once told her about "teasing you" that is a household name in China, Ryshakova's plump lips curved gracefully. The melancholy seemed to have been dispelled somewhat, and Ryshakova prepared to go back to the dormitory to sleep and continue this faint pleasure.

The first snow of this winter, and the last snow of 2002, came a little later than usual!

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As soon as Ryshakova stepped out of the bar, the first thing she saw was the Chinese teenager who was hobbling on the side of the road.

On a dark and bright snowy night, looking at the figure of the young man, Ryshakova was all too familiar. He was sweetly intertwined with her, he appeared in every dream she had, and Ressa now only had to look at her back from afar to feel like she could almost smell the familiar and charming smell of the big boy.

In the last hour of 2002, he and her met unexpectedly.

Is it providence?

Zhuo Yang's wine rhyme went up, and the urge to urinate hit. Regardless of the fact that he turned around and untied his clothes on the side of the road, he asked Xiao Zhuo Yang to come out, and the stream was babbling impatiently.

It is undoubtedly a very interesting thing for a man to pee on the snow. The warm liquid instantly melted the icy white, casually outlining a deep curve on a piece of white jade. Every man who urinates in the snow is a genius painter.

It's a long bubble of urine.

Zhuo Yang used the intention of wine to sway wantonly on the snow, and the pen walked dragon snakes, silver hooks and iron paintings. Twisting his ass and swaying his waist, the lone wolf looked like a machine gun, sometimes firing, sometimes bursting, sometimes raising a high parabola to attack the distance.

Ryshakova, who sneaked behind Zhuo Yang, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This sound startled Zhuo Yang, and the pen and ink Danqing stopped abruptly. When he turned his head to see that it was Ressa, he immediately opened his mouth and froze on the canvas.

Zhuo Yang did not expect to meet Ressa in this situation, he had imagined many possible encounter scenes, but there was absolutely no scene of 'snow for urine and ink' in those scenes. So, his brain suddenly crashed, and he turned his head to look at Ryshakova with his mouth wide open, and his body still maintained the freehand posture of holding a pen in one hand.