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Xiao Pu, whose phone call was hung up on by Xu Fan, stood in the snow looking somewhat disheveled.

Does he mean he's coming?

Filled with trepidation, she subconsciously stopped and looked into the distance where Xu Fan was coming from.

Xu Fan's steps were unsteady, his pace neither fast nor slow.

The distance wasn't actually that far, so Xu Fan saw Pu Siqi standing in the distance, waiting foolishly, in less than ten minutes.

The two people were standing more than ten meters apart, looking at each other.

It wasn't snowing, and it wasn't very cold.

Both of them had smiles on their faces, and their warm smiles made them both pause for a moment.

Xu Fan subconsciously walked forward, and Xiao Pu stood there, momentarily forgetting to move.

Xu Fan saw the words in the snow on the riverbank. They were large but very clear, and could be seen clearly. It was the character "Fan".

There's one more character, which shouldn't be finished yet, but Xu Fan can roughly make out the meaning of the song. It should be her surname, Pu, the Pu in Xiao Pu.

Xu Fan walked over, and Xiao Pu took two steps forward and said seriously, "It's so cold, why did you come?"

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===Chapter 522 A Little Love Song===

Xu Fan looked at Xiao Pu.

Her face was slightly red; he didn't know if it was from the cold or something else.

But he still walked over to her, looked at her and said, "I was bored at home anyway, so I came to check on things."

Xiao Pu nodded, then glanced at the words beside him and said awkwardly, "I was just bored, I was walking around and..."

Xu Fan said earnestly, "Thank you."

Xiao Pu shook his head and said, "If you don't call, you won't see it, so..."

Xiao Pu actually meant to say that there was no need to say thank you, but Xu Fan interrupted her and said, "That's why I said thank you."

Xiao Pu chuckled and said, "A long, long time ago, when we were very young, we were writing words like this in the snow."

She looked at Xu Fan intently, and after a moment, Xu Fan smiled and said, "Let's continue."

Xiao Pu nodded.

A sudden gust of wind blew through the northwest during the winter.

Then snowflakes fell to the ground, drifting down one by one, hitting the two of them on the head.

Apart from a slight chill, they felt nothing else, but deep down, their hearts were filled with joy.

It felt like going back to a long, long time ago, when we were innocent, carefree, and full of laughter.

And so, Xu Fan's name appeared in the snow, as did Xiao Pu's. The two looked at each other and smiled.

The scene shifts, and Xiao Pu squats down, grabs a piece of snow, kneads it into a ball, and throws it at Xu Fan.

Xu Fan was watching intently when, in the blink of an eye, snow began to fall on him.

Good heavens, the biting cold made Xu Fan shiver, but Xiao Pu was already laughing nonstop. Xu Fan shouted, "You ambushed me!"

As he spoke, he squatted down, grabbed a snowflake, and threw it over.

Good grief, I forgot to knead it into a ball.

A gust of wind blew by, and snowflakes landed on my face again, bringing a chill.

Xiao Pu was clutching her stomach and laughing nonstop, and Xu Fan couldn't help but laugh along. However, this time he wouldn't give her the chance.

I forgot part of what happened earlier, but the most important part was actually done on purpose.

Laughter gradually subsided, and Xu Fan's learning instrument landed beside Xiao Pu.

Xiao Pu laughed and ran to the side to dodge, then picked up the snow, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it over.

And so, the two of them, their laughter filling the air, were both lively and filled with a touch of joy.

As the snowflakes fell, the two became increasingly happy.

A long time passed, and the two of them were both a little tired, so they stopped running and started building a snowman by picking up snowflakes in the snow.

Actually, the snow in the north is very thick, so building a snowman is very simple.

The two of them were laughing, but they couldn't find a good direction.

Xiao Pu said, "A nose made of stone is too ugly; we should use a twig or a carrot."

Xu Fan said, "Right now, let alone carrots, even stones are frozen solid. We can't get them out. Weiwei, why are you using your scarf?!"

Finally, Xiao Pu wrapped the scarf around the snowman's neck.

In an instant, the snowman looked extremely beautiful, and Xiao Pu said, "Look, it's smiling too."

At this moment, Xu Fan's eyes were filled with her, so he suddenly realized that sometimes happiness really is this simple, as simple as a game of building a snowman or a snowball fight.

Two people may not need too many stories or deep feelings; just looking at each other is enough to convey certain emotions.

Xu Fan suddenly stared at Xiao Pu, remaining motionless.

Xiao Pu looked at Xu Fan, paused for a moment, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xu Fan said, "It's nothing, I just suddenly wanted to ask how many of my songs you've heard."

Xiao Pu said "Oh," then thought for a moment and said, "It should be all of them, all of them. I've heard them all."

Xu Fan nodded and then asked, "So, which song do you like the most?"

Xiao Pu glanced upwards instinctively, then thought for a moment and said, "Your answer."

Xu Fan nodded, and Xiao Pu looked at him and asked, "Is there something you want to tell me?"

Xu Fan paused for a moment, then nodded.

For some reason, Xu Fan was involuntarily nervous at this moment, as if he was afraid to face certain things deep down. He suddenly looked at her, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Xiao Pu didn't speak; she just looked at him.

Just watch.

Xu Fan said somewhat helplessly, "Well, that's me, I just..."

Xiao Pu asked seriously, "What are you?"

Xu Fan was stunned, and then, in a daze, he kept the few words deep in his heart to himself and said, "I just wanted to sing you a song."

Xiao Pu was stunned, and then, for some reason, felt a little regretful, but also felt that it was quite good.

She looked at him and asked, "What song are you going to sing?"

Xu Fan said, "It's a new song."

Xiao Pu nodded, looked at him, and said, "Right here?"

Xu Fan nodded and then said, "This is a simple little love song."

Xiao Pu was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "What?"

Xu Fan let out an "Ah," feeling a little uneasy for some reason, and continued, "I said, the song is called 'Little Love Song'."

Xiao Pu nodded, then unconsciously clasped her hands together and looked at Xu Fan.

There was no guitar, no accompaniment, no microphone, and no sound system.

Xu Fan started singing almost subconsciously.

The voice was melodious, under the snowy sky, amidst a vast expanse of white snow.

He sang this song with all his heart in front of her.

This is a simple little love song.

Singing about the twists and turns of people's hearts

I think I'm very happy.

When I have your warmth

The air around my feet spun.

There are no ups and downs in the intro, no symphony of various instruments in the arrangement.

Only Xu Fan's earnest voice perfectly interprets this song.

Xiao Pu looked intently at Xu Fan, her eyes filled with love. She listened to Xu Fan's song with slight trepidation, paying close attention to every lyric.

Just like the song title suggests, this is a simple love song.

At this moment, Xiao Pu was inexplicably moved, and she felt that this song must have just been written by Xu Fan.

The line, "When I feel your warmth, the air of sophistry shifts," filled her with joy. She felt that these things were truly beautiful, and as she looked at him, her eyes were filled with nothing but him.

He looked at her and quietly sang the song, carefully reciting each word.

Just now, something seemed to have come to mind spontaneously, or perhaps it was a touch of the soul.

Anyway, this song just appeared in my mind so mysteriously, without warning, yet it seemed to come at just the right time.

Although he still lost some of his favorability points, he seemed to have already fully grasped the essence of the song in his mind.

It was his first time singing, but he still felt like he had experienced it countless times before.

His expression was entirely focused on her, as snowflakes fell and soaked his hair.

He continued to look at her intently and sing quietly, each line sung with utmost seriousness.

This is a simple little love song.

Singing the white doves in our hearts

I think I'm very suitable.

When a singer

Youth is drifting in the wind

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