Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 120 I Don't Read Words, I Read You
next moment.

Song Xiaolin got up in a hurry, ran into the bathroom at a speed of [-] meters, and tidied up the messy hair like a honeycomb. Satisfied, he hurriedly sat back in his seat, straightened his waist, took a deep breath, and finally connected to the video .

But after the video was connected, unexpectedly, the picture kept dizzying left and right for a while, through the tall mulberry trees, through the gray sky, through the bustling buildings, through the snow-covered streets...but there was no Lu Jingyan.

She thought to herself, could he have pressed the wrong button?

But he was reluctant to hang up like this.

Although the phone can be easily hung up, but the deep-seated missing is not.

She misses him so much.

Really Want.

I really want to.

Longing for water more than fish, yearning for freedom more than birds.

After all, Song Xiaolin was not willing to hang up the video call.

She simply found a stand, put the phone on it, and drank the cold spirit while tapping the keyboard to write her experience, listening to the occasional rustling sound of electricity in the video, gently lingering in her ears , as if in the same winter with him, enjoying the same falling snow.

Later, she gradually became fascinated by writing, and for a moment forgot that the video call was still on.

Until I vaguely caught a few slightly hoarse gasps in my ears, almost inaudible, but like a scalding hot wind winding around wantonly, like a feather lightly brushing over the tip of my heart, it was so soft that it was completely soft.

She raised her eyes subconsciously, but she never thought that they would suddenly bump into his deep and tired eyes. The moment the two eyes met, the whole world seemed to stand still.

Only the whistling wind remained.

Lu Jingyan's eyebrows and eyes seemed to hide the ice and snow of the North Pole.

Like a whirlpool, it deeply attracted her, and when she fell, she had already been deprived of all her breath.

Unspeakable joy slowly emerged from the bottom of my heart.

Song Xiaolin immediately took down the phone, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly raised an arc, facing the camera, a little excited and a little shy: "Lu Jingyan..."

When did he show up?

Such quietness brought her a huge surprise.

Lu Jingyan was wearing a black down jacket, and he could faintly see the white shirt underneath. His hair was covered with specks of snow, his eyes were cold, and slightly tired. Perhaps he had just entered the car, although he was separated by a screen. , but she still felt a chill that had not faded from her face.

He stared at her for just a moment, and suddenly there was an unconcealable gloomy look between his brows, perhaps because he noticed that the environment around her was unfamiliar, and after a long time, he slowly opened his mouth, letting out a white breath that seemed to be there, " Where are you?"

The car was quiet, and his voice was exceptionally clear.

"I'm...I'm..." She unconsciously frowned, faltering.

Maybe it was because of anger, or something else.

In short, she didn't tell him about her coming to Haicheng.

At that time, she even felt confident, why she had to report to him all the time wherever she went, but he didn't need to, and he could easily dismiss her with just one phone call, which was not fair at all, but now she is so scared No, the voice faded: "I... I am in Haicheng."

"Haicheng?" The tone on the other side really sank, his gaze was firmly locked in her eyes, trying to see through her mind, "Why didn't you tell me you went so far away?"

Song Xiaolin suddenly felt a little guilty, and looked away: "I was sent by the Chinese Department of Nantah University to participate in the literature exchange meeting this time, because the time is relatively tight, and I was afraid I would disturb you, so I... didn't tell you."

It was a bit pitiful that the voice fell into his ears.

It was strange that the suffocation that had accumulated in his chest suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Lu Jingyan rubbed the tip of his eyebrows slightly, looking careless, "What were you doing just now? Typing?"

"Yes." She pointed the camera at the computer and said, "I was just writing today's exchange experience."

In the camera, rows of black characters suddenly appeared.

Because of the lack of focus, it is very blurred and connected into a dense mass, which is almost invisible.

He couldn't help laughing, but the laughter was particularly provocative, "I don't read the words, I read you."

???

! ! ! ! !

This inadvertently ambiguous word has always hit people's hearts the most.

Unsurprisingly, Song Xiaolin's ears softened first, then his face turned red, and he was immediately fascinated.

It's like drinking strong alcohol, and the brain is not sober.

Before she could calm down, he only heard him ask again, "Child, what were you drinking just now?"

"Ah?" She glanced at the bottom of the empty cup, there were still a few drops of brown liquid left, it was the cold spirit that she drank, and she didn't want him to know that she had a small cold, so she lied: " I'm drinking hot tea, Haicheng is still quite cold..."

"You have a cold." It was an affirmative tone, not a rhetorical question.

She was suddenly startled: "You...how do you..."

How would he know?

Not long ago, as soon as Lu Jingyan finished a meeting, he thought about making a video call to her. The driver happened to come over, but he didn't hang up the video call. He didn't hang up the phone until he got in the car, and saw The child is doing something seriously, and occasionally there is the sound of typing on the keyboard, so it turns out that she didn't hang up.

But he didn't make a sound, his eyebrows were so tired that there was hardly any emotion, only those dark eyes stared at the screen without blinking.

She should be typing, holding a cup and taking a sip from time to time, there is a slight coughing sound, and when she speaks, her voice is different from the usual clarity.

He probably noticed that she had a cold.

"Children, the temperature in Haicheng is not as high as that in Beicheng. There is no heating in many places. Before going to bed, remember to put on a quilt. Also, wear more clothes when you go out."

Listening to him instructing the child like an adult, Song Xiaolin felt only a burst of warmth in his heart, enough to melt away the cold brought by this winter: "Well, I see."

He looked up at the dark sky, "When are you going back to Beicheng?"

"Me?" She thought about it carefully, "This literary exchange meeting seems to be held for many days, and I may not return to Beicheng too early."

Lu Jingyan hummed lightly, and said in a low voice, "I'm going back to Beicheng in two days."

She was suddenly very excited: "You are coming back?!!"

What kind of literary exchange meeting, all go to hell at this moment, she just wants to pack her luggage and go back to Beicheng immediately.

Hearing this, he nodded noncommittally, "Well, I made this video call to you to tell you about it." After a pause, his voice became slightly hoarse, "I always feel that I still have to spend time with the children. Within a year, I turned off all the things at hand, and canceled all subsequent itineraries.”

Every word and every word slowly entered her heart, like the continuous ringing of bells.

Inexplicably provocative, but also particularly tempting.

sorry.

Song Xiaolin simply regretted it.

She shouldn't be smart enough to come to Haicheng without telling him.

But now, as a student sent by the school to participate in this exchange meeting, how could she leave easily?

(End of this chapter)