The roads in the alley are narrow, and the street lights along the streets are sprinkled with orange light.

Song Qingming helped Qin Fan walk forward along the downhill.

The wind is too strong, the night is too cold, and there is no one on the empty road.

"A little dizzy, take a break."

Qin Fan took a photo of Song Qingming back, his words were clear and his voice was low and heavy.

When the cold wind blows, the drunkenness is blown away a lot and the mind is clearer.

Song Qingming let go of Qin Fan. Qin Fan walked forward with a little weak pace and then held the street light next to him.

He leaned against the street lamp, touched his pocket with his hand, and took out a cigarette box. There was no cigarette inside, and he kneaded it into a ball.

"Is there any cigarette?" Qin Fan asked Song Qingming.

Song Qingming looked at him calmly and said, "I don't smoke."

"Oh." Qin Fan lowered his head, reached out and grabbed his short hair that was blown by the wind, and muttered, "Forgot."

"Please try less." Song Qingming reminded.

Qin Fan laughed at him, his eyebrows and eyes curled, "Is that a bad thing to your health?"

“…”

His eyes flashed, and Song Qingming was silent.

After a while, he asked in vain: "Didn't you say that you would be determined by her for the rest of your life?"

The cigarette box was thrown back into his pocket. Qin Fan took out a lighter and played with it. The flames blew out by the wind. After repeated repetitions, he became addicted to playing.

He curled his lips, dragged his lazy tone and replied casually: "I'm tired of it."

Song Qingming frowned slightly, "I haven't gotten tired of chasing you for two years."

With his head tilted, Qin Fan looked cynical, "You haven't chased you, what do you know?"

“…”

Song Qingming didn't say anything, nor did he argue with him.

With the sound of "kha", another ray of flame surged into the lighter. This time, it lasted for two seconds and was blown out by the wind again.

The flames flashed and seemed to have never existed.

Qin Fan was a little disappointed, put the lighter back in his pocket, turned his head to look at Song Qingming, and said slowly: "I'm used to being kind to her. Suddenly one day, I found that I didn't like the habit. Do you understand?"

Song Qingming thought for a moment and said, "I don't understand."

"never mind."

Qin Fan waved his hand.

He left the street lights and stood up straight. The light above his head cast his shadow under his feet. The small shadow was dark and deep.

He walked forward without Song Qingming's support, and his steps were a little unstable, but he tried his best to walk steadily and properly every step.

Jing stood there, Song Qingming stared at his back for a few seconds, then raised his legs and followed behind him.

The two disappeared around the corner, one in front and one behind.

The top of the slope.

The wind whistled through the hall, like a blade, ruthlessly exploiting body temperature. The coldness invaded the body little by little, stirring so that the bones were in pain.

Chu Luo let out a breath, turning into white mist in the cold wind, dissipating in the cold night sky.

My whole body was stiff and so stinging with cold.

"Is it the answer?"

Suddenly, Si Sheng's voice came from behind.

With her short hair blown behind her head, Chu Luo lowered her head and looked at her sweater, jeans and slippers. She was trembling slightly from the cold.

"Calculate."

A gentle word came out of your mouth.

Give up.

She wants an explanation as long as it makes sense.

And now, the reason why "habits are not likes" is obviously both reasonable and reasonable, enough to convince her.

Si Sheng walked forward a few steps and handed the down jacket to her.

"Thanks."

After taking the coat, Chu Luo put it on his body.

The zipper is buckled, the top is buckled, and the long down jacket isolate the cold, and the cold tingling sensation of the whole body slowly dissipates.

Putting his hands in his pocket, Chu Luo narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his eyes and looked straight ahead, and spoke softly, "I want to walk alone."

Without persuasion or staying, Si Sheng just said, "Don't get lost."

"Um."

Chu Luo responded, lowered his head slightly, held the hat of the down jacket on his head, and then walked forward.

Slowly downhill.

Jing stood there, Si Sheng's eyes followed Chu Luo, and saw the straight road ahead, which was steep and curved, and he saw the short direction of progress, but when he moved forward, he turned into a bend and was blocked by the surrounding buildings.

The alcohol came up, his head was dizzy. Si Sheng dragged his cold and tired body and turned back, but as soon as he took a step, his feet became a little weak and he could barely hold back.

Suddenly, one hand grabbed her arm.

At the same time, a voice came down, "Have you come here to drink?"

It was Ling Xize who came late for free.

After glancing at him, Si Sheng shook his body and said in a straight voice: "Take a walk."

"Walking in slippers?" Ling Xize looked down at her delicate ankles exposed in the cold air, her brows were tightly furrowed, and her voice was slightly cool, "I'm in good mood."

“…”

The words were very sarcastic, and Si Sheng didn't really want to accept his words.

She shook Ling Xize's hand away, and continued to walk forward with her slippers.

However, just took a step, he was grabbed by Ling Xize again.

He leaned over and said, "I will carry you."

Si Sheng glared at him proudly, "I can do your back?"

Ling Xize smiled, his tone was slow, as if provocative, as if he was threatening, "If you don't have to me, I can watch you sleep in the ditch for a day, and even take videos and post them online. Do you believe it?"

“…”

You're so drunk that you're sleeping in the ditch for a whole day!

It's like it's true...

His mind was a little confused. Si Sheng was thinking about how to get back the place, but he didn't expect a good idea. Ling Xize had already squatted in front of her and urged: "Hurry up."

"oh."

The result was that Si Sheng replied with a word and really lay on Ling Xize's back.

Ling Xize stood up, and the weight of a person behind him was pressed down, but it made him feel as light as a feather - she was over 1.7 meters tall, but her weight was scary.

His brain was drowsy, and Si Sheng reached forward, and the void was wrapped around his neck, and his head was buried in his neck. Because of the drunkenness, the temperature was a little high.

There was a cold wind outside, but the neck was hot, one cold and one hot, which made Ling Xize a little absent-minded.

Ling Xize looked for a topic, "How much did you drink?"

"have no idea."

Just watching them drink, Si Sheng was drinking with a purely drink and playful attitude, but he ended up drinking a lot.

"I know that the amount of two taels of my own is not accurate." Ling Xize said.

"What do you need to do so much to live?"

Si Sheng's voice was tired and obviously sleepy. Refuting Ling Xize was just a subconscious reaction.

Ling Xize did not disturb her again.

Suddenly, Si Sheng raised his head, withdrew one hand, fiddled with Ling Xize's broken hair, and called him: "Ling Xize."

"Um?"

“My feet are cold.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she shook her left slippers flew straight out because she shaking her feet.

With a "bang", it fell on the road ahead.
To be continued...