Chapter 55: (Part 1) Snow Night Danqing and Junjue

　　The mood is not very high. Zhuo Yang spent a whole day in Li Xiaoqing's suite. In addition to eating or sleeping, it was very difficult to steal a day of laziness. Li Xiaoqing also noticed that Zhuo Yang was slightly different. The smart girl did not risk losing her questioning, but accompanied Zhuo Yang to eat, waiting for him to wake up and then to eat with him.
　　 Zhuo Yang did not chatter like a complaint, he was not used to spreading negative emotions to friends around him. And talking is a very dangerous thing in itself. You don’t know if your open heart will become a joke in the future.
　　 Zhuo Yang's first Christmas in a foreign country has just passed, and this is also his first Christmas. In China in 2002, the commercial Christmas atmosphere has just begun to spread from coastal cities to inland. Xi'an, located in the Great West, has not fully participated in this inexplicable Chinese-style foreign festival.
　　Christmas past is followed by the New Year, and 2003 will soon arrive. Time is the fairest thing in this world. No matter you are rich and poor, whether you are good or evil, good or evil, time always flows impartially to everyone, and you never look back.
　　In the last few days of 2002, Zhuo Yang did not touch the football and the piano, at all. He just meets non-stop every day, with every friend he knows in Hanover. Needless to say, Li Xiaoqing is a participant and even an organizer of every meeting of Zhuo Yang. Mario Gomez, Pell Mertesacker, Carl Land..., as well as Professor Norman and Chairman Mullen and Miss Sylvia, Zhuo Yang participated in each party invitation.
　　 Snow continued for another two days intermittently, and then stopped for a few days. Today is the last day of 2002.
　　After today, 2002 will always be history. After tonight, 2002 will be the one that exists in various materials, and I can no longer go back and touch.
　　Zhuo Yang walked alone on the deserted Maple Road of the Conservatory of Music, walking a little wobbly and hobbled. The maple leaves on both sides of the road had already fallen off, and only the rugged branches were spreading out in the snowy night.
　　 He walked violently because he drank too much wine. The friends of Mertesacker and Gomez were very enthusiastic just now. A little bit staggering because the old snow piled up under the new snow has become hard, and there are some slippery roughness.
　　Some people like dark snowy nights, because such a night will have a strange and trance-like feeling. The night without lights should have been very dark, but against the white snow, the world was covered with a bright white light. However, even with this bright snow light, you can still firmly believe that the night is dark, so dark that you forget the sun during the day.
　　 Zhuo Yang lightly hiccupped a wine burp, and the smell of beer turned up was mixed with the smell of bacon, which was very bad. He looked at the two small campus bars next to the Schubert Building behind the maple trees, which were still lit by dim lights. Although it has been winter vacation, there are still many people like Zhuo Yang who stay in the music university. It seems that some literary youth are planning to greet the New Year in the bar.
　　 Zhuo Yang shook his head slightly, and stopped. He didn't want to go to the bar to continue drinking, Zhuo Yang wasn't as addicted to alcohol. He was just suffocated by the liquid in his stomach and had to stop.
　　 Beer diuretic, especially in winter. Zhuo Yang suffocated all the way, at this time some of the chassis was heavy. Under the stimulation of alcohol, he didn't pay much attention to quality. He urgently needed to release water to reduce the burden.
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　　Rishakova has been nesting in her small dormitory these days, accompanied by a house snack that was pushed back from the supermarket.
　　After receiving Zhuo Yang's text message on Christmas Day, I was sad that Reishakova had lost her temper for a day, and she began to wait for Zhuo Yang's next reply. But how can I wait?
　　 Both of them are thinking: as long as he (she) gives me information, even if it is just a punctuation mark.
　　 Tomorrow is the new year, and Rishakova has no idea how to spend this holiday. When did things become so inexplicable? Depressed, she decided to drink a wine on the night of the last day of this year, and drink a soulless wine alone.
　　In this familiar little bar next to the Schubert building, Reishakova rejected all male conversations inside, but silently sang the blue Margaret alone, thinking quietly about Zhuo Yang.
When 　　 was slightly intoxicated, Reishakova stopped. She has never been a girl who likes alcohol, she just likes this slight feeling.
　　Remembering the joke that Zhuo Yang once told her in China, "Fun You Play" joke, Reishakova's plump lips curled up in a beautiful arc. The melancholy mood seemed to be dispelled a little, and Rishakova was going back to the dormitory to go to sleep to continue this faint joy.
　　 The first snow this winter, and the last snow in 2002, came later than ever!
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　　Risakova just stepped out of the bar~EbookFREE.me~ At first glance, I saw the Chinese teenager who was hobbled by the roadside.
　　 It was dark and bright snowy night, and looking at the figure of the teenager, Reshakova was too familiar. He was sweetly intertwined with her, he appeared in every dream of her, and now Reza only had 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 her met unexpectedly.
Is 　　 a providence?
　　 Zhuo Yang wine rhythm, urination hit. Simply regardless of turning around and on the roadside, please come out Xiaozhuo Yang, anxiously brook gurgling.
　　 Man peeing on the snow is undoubtedly a very interesting thing. The warm liquid instantly melted the cold white, and a deep curve was randomly drawn on a piece of white jade. Every man who urinates on the snow is a genius painter.
　　This is a long bubble of urine.
　　Zhuo Yang swayed on the snow with his wine intention, and walked the dragon snake, silver hook iron painting. Twisting the buttocks, swaying the waist, the lonely wolf seemed like a machine gun, sometimes firing, sometimes bursting, sometimes raising a high parabola to attack the distance.
　　Risakova, who sneaked behind Zhuo Yang, couldn't help it, and laughed out loudly.
　　 This shocked Zhuo Yang, and the pen and ink Danqing stopped abruptly. When he turned his head to see clearly that it was Reza, he suddenly gaped and fixed it on the canvas.
　　 Zhuo Yang did not expect to meet with Reza in this situation. He had imagined many possible encounter scenes, but there was absolutely no scene of ‘white snow making paper urine and ink’ in those scenes. So, when the brain suddenly crashed, he turned so stupidly that he opened his mouth and looked at Reshakova. His body still maintained the freehand landscape of one-handed writing.