Snowflakes fell from the sky, a tall man with a checkered scarf and a long trench coat was about to get on the train.
"Professor Zhuang, Professor Zhuang, and so on—"
I was wearing a red coat and a white scarf, and I ran over, jumping up and down, and standing out in the white snow.
"Hu-hu-hu-I'm exhausted, Professor Zhuang, why didn't you wait for me?"
The man in front of him was full of disbelief, vaguely expecting
"Why are you here"
"I want to go to America with you"
The man in front of him has an earthquake in his pupils, his face is full of excitement, and he is cautiously afraid that it is all an illusion Professor Zhuang, who came here, couldn't help holding me into his arms, holding me tightly, as if he was afraid that I would run away.
A moment later, softly kissing the snowflake on top of my head.
then looked at my face affectionately and said softly,
"Meeting you may have cost all my luck"
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