Golden Greenery

Chapter 88

Zhuo Yang, who was not in a high mood, spent the whole day in Li Xiaoqing's suite. Apart from eating and sleeping, he was rarely lazy for a day. Li Xiaoqing also noticed Zhuoyang's slight difference. The girl who was so smart didn't risk losing the inquisition, just accompanied Zhuoyang to eat, waiting for him to wake up and then accompanied him to eat again.

Zhuoyang didn't talk like a resentful woman. He wasn't used to infecting his friends with negative emotions. And it's a very dangerous thing to talk about. You don't know if your open heart will become a joke in the future.

The first Christmas in Zhuoyang's life, when he was alone in a foreign country, passed like this. It was also his first Christmas. In China in 2002, the commercial Christmas atmosphere just began to spread from coastal cities to inland. Xi'an, located in the western part of China, has not fully participated in this inexplicable Chinese foreign festival.

Christmas comes next to new year's, and 2003 is coming. Time is the fairest thing in the world. No matter you are rich or poor, good or bad, beautiful or ugly, time goes by in an impartial way in everyone, and never looks back.

In the last few days of 2002, Zhuoyang didn't touch the football or piano, not at all. He just kept getting together every day, with every friend he knew in Hanover. Li Xiaoqing needless to say, she is the participant or even organizer of every Party of Zhuo Yang. Mario Gomez, Pell mertesack, Carl Rand And Professor Norman and chairman Mullen and miss Sylvia, Zhuoyang, were invited to every party.

It snowed off and on for another two days, then for a few more days. Today is the last day of 2002.

Today, 2002 will always be history. After tonight, 2002 will become the past of all kinds of materials, and can never be touched again.

Zhuo Yang walks alone on the lonely maple forest road in the campus of Music University, and his steps are shaking and staggering. The maple leaves on both sides of the road had already fallen off, leaving only the jagged branches stretching out in the snow night.

He swayed because he drank too much. The friends of Mertesacker and Gomez were very warm. It's a little wobbly because the old snow under the new snow has become hard and a little slippery in the bumps.

Some people like the dark snow night, because this kind of night will have a strange feeling of trance. The night without lights should be very dark, but against the white snow light, the world is covered with a bright white light. However, even with the bright snow light, you can still firmly believe that the night is dark, so dark that you forget the sun in the day.

Zhuoyang burps gently. The smell of beer mixed with the smell of bacon is very bad. He looked at the two campus bars next to Schubert's building behind the maple trees, which were still dimly lit. Although it's winter vacation, there are still many people like Zhuoyang in the music university. It seems that some young artists are going to welcome the new year in the bar.

Zhuoyang shook his head slightly and stopped. He doesn't want to go to the bar and continue drinking. Zhuoyang is not so addicted to alcohol. He just had to stop because of the bubble in his stomach.

Beer is diuretic, especially in winter. Zhuoyang choked all the way, and now some of the chassis is heavy. Under the stimulation of alcohol, he doesn't pay attention to any quality. He urgently needs to release water to reduce his load.

risakova has been living in her small dormitory these days, accompanied by a room of snacks pushed back from the supermarket.

After receiving Zhuoyang's message on Christmas day, risakova, who had been upset and angry for a whole day, lost some of her anger. She began to wait for Zhuoyang's next reply, but how could this wait?

They are both thinking: as long as he (she) gives me information, even if it is just a punctuation mark.

Tomorrow is the new year. Risakova doesn't know how to spend the holiday at all. When does it become so strange? Depressed, she decided to have a drink on the last night of this year, and a lost soul drink alone.

In the familiar bar next to Schubert's building, risakova refused to talk to all the men in it, but she was quietly smacking blue Marguerite and thinking about Zhuoyang.

When she was a little drunk, risakova stopped. She has never been a girl who likes drinking too much. She just likes the feeling of being drunk.

Remembering the joke Zhuoyang once told her, which is well known in China as "make fun of you", risakova's plump lips curved a beautiful arc. The melancholy mood seems to have been dispelled, and risakova is ready to go back to the dormitory to continue the weak happiness in her sleep.

The first snow of this winter, and the last snow of 2002, came later than before!

as soon as she stepped out of the bar, she saw the Chinese teenager who was walking along the road.

In the dark and bright snowy night, looking at the figure of the young man, risacova was too familiar. He was sweet with her, he appeared in every dream of her, and she just needed to look at her back from afar, and felt that she could almost smell the familiar and charming smell of a big boy.In the last hour of 2002, he and she met unexpectedly.

Is it Providence?

Zhuoyang wine rhyme, urine. Simply ignore to turn around and undress at the roadside, please come out of xiaozhuoyang, rushing brook murmur.

Men pee in the snow is undoubtedly a very interesting thing. The warm liquid instantly melts the cold white and draws a deep curve on a white jade. Every man who pees in the snow is a talented painter.

This is a long urine.

Zhuoyang brandishes freely on the snow by drinking wine. He paints like a dragon, a snake and a silver hook. Twisting his ass, swinging his waist, he was as brave as a machine gun, sometimes shooting, sometimes firing, sometimes raising a high parabola to attack the distance.

Resakova, who sneaked behind Zhuoyang, couldn't help laughing.

This sound startled Zhuoyang and stopped his painting. When he turned his head to see that it was Risha, she was immediately tongue tied on the canvas.

Zhuoyang didn't expect to meet with Risha in this situation. He had imagined many possible encounter scenes, but there was absolutely no such scene as "snow makes paper and urine makes ink". So, when his brain suddenly crashed, he looked at risakova with his mouth wide open, and his body was still in a one handed landscape freehand posture.