My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 98 Dancing in the Snow

"Zhou Heming, it's snowing."

That cold voice was like falling snow, making Zhou Heming's heart suddenly turn cold.

"Cheng Shuangjiang? Perfect, we still have fireworks, we can set off another round."

Lu Bai smiled and invited Cheng Shuangjiang to join them.

"I'll just take a look and go back right away."

Cheng Shuangjiang didn't move forward; she remained standing in the same spot.

Snowflakes fell on her loose hair, creating a striking contrast with her jet-black strands.

"Oh, well, that's a shame."

Lu Bai tilted his head and smiled again.

"By the way, Happy New Year, Cheng Shuangjiang."

"Happy New Year."

Cheng Shuangjiang responded.

Lu Bai took the lighter from Zhou Heming, placed another box of fireworks next to the one he had just set off, and prepared to light the fireworks in the same manner.

Zhou Heming stared blankly at Cheng Shuangjiang, wanting to say something.

The aloof beauty merely glanced at him before moving slightly closer, reaching out to gently brush the snow from his hair.

"She promised you."

After saying that, Cheng Shuangjiang immediately stepped back, distanced herself from Zhou Heming, and turned to leave.

Her figure stood alone, illuminated by the streetlights and falling snow.

Both of them had a lot of snow on their hair, which looked like gray hair.

"I'm going to let it go!"

Not far away, Lu Bai finished tinkering and turned to shout at Zhou Heming.

Zhou Heming nodded blankly.

Then, Lu Bai lit the fireworks and ran back.

Where is Cheng Shuangjiang?

"She's back."

Before the two could say anything more, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, another round of fireworks rose into the night sky, intertwining with the gradually increasing snow, making the whole world bright and beautiful.

At that moment, a hand was stretched out in front of Zhou Heming.

He looked at Lu Bai, who was making an inviting gesture, with some confusion.

"What to do?"

"Every day you don't dance is a day you betray life."

"As Nietzsche said."

"Really? I saw it online."

Lu Bai smiled, grabbed Zhou Heming's hand, and led him to the center of the open space.

The heavy snow fell thickly, and the desolate open space resembled an abandoned stage.

Lu Bai took out his phone and played a song.

"Por una Cebaze" means "just a step away".

Fireworks are still blooming, the first snow is still falling, and a boy and a girl are spinning on an empty stage.

Zhou Heming didn't know how to dance; he simply followed Lu Bai's instructions, moving somewhat awkwardly and clumsily along with her steps.

"Put your arms around my waist."

Lu Bai directed Zhou Heming to stiffly embrace her slender waist.

He didn't know if Lu Bai had studied dancing, but Zhou Heming, an amateur, was pulled and spun around while stepping on her feet without stepping on them at all, which really opened the young man's eyes.

In fact, their dancing was quite impressive.

"It's okay, jump however you like, I can keep up with you."

After turning around, Lu Bai brought her face close to Zhou Heming's ear and whispered something.

Zhou Heming responded and started walking.

As the music reached its climax, Lu Bai stepped back slightly, holding hands with him. Then, Zhou Heming subconsciously pulled, and the girl's soft body snuggled into his arms, falling down. He held Lu Bai's lower back with his hands, and only then did Zhou Heming realize that he was holding Lu Bai diagonally.

At that moment, the music ended, and the world fell silent.

Their breaths mingled in the winter air. Snowflakes fell on their shoulders, on Lu Bai's collar, and on her slender, fair neck. Zhou Heming looked into her eyes, and in those bright, clear eyes, he saw the boy slightly out of breath.

Amidst the deafening pounding of his heart, he gently helped Lu Bai up. Their hands were still clasped together, becoming the only solace in this cold, snowy night.

That warmth is intoxicating.

What followed was the image of the indifferent girl gently brushing the snowflakes from his hair, which suddenly made everything in Zhou Heming's world fall silent.

A buzzing sound exploded in Zhou Heming's mind.

"How about it?"

It wasn't until Lu Bai pursed his lips and asked with a smile that the boy came to his senses.

"Have you been captivated by Lord Lu Bai's charm?"

"Ah."

Zhou Heming nodded.

"Alright, let's pack up and head back quickly, it's freezing, don't catch a cold if the snow gets heavier later."

Lu Bai turned around to prepare to clean up the fireworks.

Zhou Heming took two steps, and a strong premonition made him inadvertently turn his head and glance at the sixth floor of the tenement building that overlooked this open space. He seemed to see a figure disappear in an instant.

Then came the dull slam of the door closing, as if to cover something up, echoing in the quiet night.

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When the two arrived home, they had been soaked in the snow for quite some time.

Snow is essentially frozen rain; getting too wet in it can still cause a cold.

Zhou Heming told Lu Bai to go wash up first. By the time Lu Bai finished washing up, his hair was almost dry. He turned on the TV and watched the Spring Festival Gala, which nobody paid attention to.

The two sat about half a person's width apart, chatting casually with the Spring Festival Gala playing in the background.

Zhou Heming didn't find it interesting to use his phone, and he was also a little embarrassed to study on New Year's Eve, so he simply opened "One Hundred Years of Solitude," which he had packed up during the day, and started reading.

What novel is this?

Lu Bai was editing New Year's greetings text messages when he saw Zhou Heming take out a hardcover book, so he curiously came over.

"One Hundred Years of Solitude, it's in the textbook, right?"

Zhou Heming remembered studying the opening of this novel in Chinese class, especially the classic opening that transcends time and space.

"I forgot how to read such a lonely book."

Lu Bai probably deduced the content based on the book title.

"Actually, it doesn't seem so lonely now. It's a story of a big family opening up a new world."

Zhou Heming only watched a short segment, but it gave him the feeling of a Latin American version of "The Grand Mansion Gate" or a family history.

"The names are a bit hard to remember. It seems like the author did it on purpose, liking to give family members the same names."

"What do you mean?"

Lu Bai put down his phone, shifted his position with interest, and leaned closer.

"That's right, how do I explain it? For example, my name is Zhou Heming, and my child is also named Zhou Heming, and my grandson is also named Zhou Heming, that kind of feeling."

Zhou Heming explained.

"Wouldn't that make it completely impossible to tell them apart?"

Lu Bai was puzzled.

"Yes, but it seems that names and personalities are also related. For example, people named Lu Bai are always cheerful and lively, while people named Zhou Heming are not very good at talking to others."

Zhou Heming added.

"It seems to be a deliberate arrangement by the author."

Lu Bai nodded.

"Yes, and there is also a pair of twins in the book. They seem to have been mixed up when they were born. Although they were given their own names, their personalities and experiences reflected each other's names. Even after they died at the same time, their coffins were mixed up due to confusion, so no one could tell who was who from birth to death."

Zhou Heming then recounted the parts of the story that interested him.

"How amazing! It feels even more destiny-like this way."

Lu Bai remained silent for a moment, then asked again.

"Does it look good?"

"It's quite interesting, full of fantasy, or, to use the official term, magical."

"Then tell me about the plot after you've read it. I don't think I have the patience to read the whole book."

Lu Bai said it logically.

"Oh? It's not that it's not possible."

Zhou Heming figured that by the fifth day of the new year, when he went back home, he should have finished reading the book. Since Lu Bai was interested, he could easily do a quick reading of the synopsis and practice his ability to grasp the core of the story.

"Then I'll be really looking forward to it."

After speaking, Lu Bai picked up his phone again and continued editing his blessings. Zhou Heming glanced at the TV; the Spring Festival Gala was showing a skit that seemed to be using outdated internet slang to tell jokes. He lowered his head and continued reading.

He didn't know how long he had been watching when Lu Bai suddenly poked his arm.

"Look at your phone."

Zhou Heming picked up his phone from the coffee table and found it was exactly 11:59.

The countdown to the new year has already begun on the Spring Festival Gala.

There were no New Year's greetings on his phone. Even after midnight, Zhou Heming estimated that he would only receive greetings from his uncle, Qiao Jinchen, and Xu Youyou, among other relatives and friends.

"Five, four, three, two, one."

As the bell rang, Zhou Heming's phone immediately vibrated.

It was a text message from Lu Bai.

[Lu Bai]: Happy Chinese New Year! Hope we can celebrate together again next year!

"So, I'm the first person to send you New Year's greetings, hehe."

Lu Bai's voice came from behind him, and Zhou Heming turned his head to see her bright smile.

"Happy Spring Festival."

Zhou Heming responded with the blessings, thought for a moment, and then spoke again.

"Then I'll be the first person to send you New Year's greetings."

"Worth commemorating, hahaha."

Lu Bai smiled, then lowered his head and sent the WeChat group message he had previously edited.

She's a socialite, and she has friends and colleagues in the film and television industry, so it took her a long time just to reply to messages.

It's normal to stay up late because it's Lunar New Year's Eve.

The two of them stayed up until almost 2 a.m. before finally yawning and getting ready for bed.

Before going to sleep, Zhou Heming glanced at his phone one last time.

He didn't receive a New Year's greeting from Cheng Shuangjiang, but after thinking about it, he still edited a simple "Happy Chinese New Year" message and sent it.

Looking up, Zhou Heming met Lu Bai's gaze.

"You seem to have no more hesitation, that's a good thing."

Lu Bai said calmly, stretched, and took his phone back to his bedroom.

"Could you please turn off the outside lights?"

She waved.

Zhou Heming was about to get up to turn off the light.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated.

He saw that Cheng Shuangjiang replied to the message in less than ten seconds.

【Cheng Shuangjiang】: Happy Chinese New Year.

*
New Year's Day.

Lu Bai's side, whether it was because of the higher floor or the strict management of the surrounding area, Zhou Heming rarely heard the sound of firecrackers.

He woke up naturally around 8 a.m., his throat was dry and he felt groggy, as if he hadn't slept enough.

Although six hours, from 2 pm to 8 pm, is more than enough for a senior high school student, Zhou Heming still felt a little tired, weak, and lacking energy.

Lu Bai was still fast asleep, sleeping in a terrible manner, looking so domineering that he might push anyone else off the bed.

In contrast, Cheng Shuangjiang's sleeping posture was very well-behaved, curled up in a ball, at most hugging Zhou Heming.

"I'm thinking about something."

Zhou Heming yawned, swayed to the sink, looked at himself in the mirror, and looked extremely haggard.

The next moment, he sneezed.

"No way"

Looking at his eyelids and tongue coating, Zhou Heming realized the source of his fatigue.

He caught a cold.

She must have been caught in the snow last night and walked back in the cold wind, and because she let Lu Bai use the bathroom first, she didn't get to take a hot shower right away.

"I wonder if she has any cold medicine. I remember there's a pharmacy downstairs."

Overwhelmed by drowsiness, Zhou Heming had no choice but to lie back down on the sofa after washing up.

He picked up his phone, set an alarm for 10 o'clock, and then sent a WeChat message to Lu Bai, who was still fast asleep.

[Zhou Heming]: I have a cold. Just to be safe, don't get too close to me.

Then he fell into a deep sleep.

When Zhou Heming woke up again, the first thing he heard was Lu Bai's voice.

"Yes, I put the rice in the pot first, then what's next?"

When he opened his eyes, he saw Lu Bai busy in the kitchen, seemingly making a voice call with someone.

The snacks on the coffee table were tidied up, and several boxes of medicine and a thermometer were placed on it.

"Good morning."

Zhou Heming tried to sit up and found a wet towel on his forehead.

"You're awake? How are you feeling? The doctor said the medicine for a cold caused by wind and the medicine for a viral cold are different, so I bought both. Wait a minute, I'll have her talk to you about it."

Just then, Lu Bai pressed the button on the rice cooker, took his phone, and went to the sofa to hand it to Zhou Heming.

"Hello, Zhou Heming, right? I'll call myself a doctor, you can call me Dr. Xia. How does that sound?"

A woman's gentle and clear voice came from the phone.

Zhou Heming briefly described how he felt: he felt dizzy, lightheaded, and a little cold, yet his back was covered in sweat.

"It might be due to a weak constitution causing a cold. Let Xiaobai take your temperature."

Lu Bai picked up the temperature gun and took a sip from it near Zhou Heming's head.

"38.6."

She gave him the number, then touched Zhou Heming's forehead with the back of her hand, still somewhat uneasy.

"So hot."

"Give them fever-reducing medication first. If they still have a high fever by the afternoon, they need to be taken to the hospital."

The doctor, Dr. Xia, gave instructions in the voice message.

She gave some more instructions before hanging up.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault for making you get soaked in the snow yesterday. Let me pour you some warm water."

Lu Bai said with a guilty look, poured Zhou Heming a cup of hot water, added some cold water to make it lukewarm, and handed it to him along with the fever reducer.

"The medicine is here."

Zhou Heming checked the dosage of the antipyretic and quickly took it.

"This medicine seems to contain sleeping pills; if you feel sleepy, just go to sleep."

As Lu Bai spoke, he glanced at the bedroom.

"Go lie down on my bed."

"No need, I'm fine on the sofa."

Zhou Heming's hoarse voice made Lu Bai frown.

"You're a patient. You're blocking my TV from sitting on the sofa, get back on the bed!"

Halfway through her sentence, she changed her excuse.

".All right."

Zhou Heming tried to support himself, but his hands and feet were weak and he had little strength.

Lu Bai helped him up and led him shakily to the bedside in the bedroom.

The boy didn't know if he had touched something; he only felt that the girl's body beside him was soft, yet possessed astonishing strength.

Lying on the soft bed, Zhou Heming smelled a faint, sweet citrus scent, similar to Lu Bai's shower gel.

"You go to sleep first. I've cooked some porridge. I'll call you when it's ready to eat."

Perhaps due to the effects of the medication, Zhou Heming felt that Lu Bai's voice sounded very distant. He didn't know if he had responded or not before his consciousness had already fallen silent.

Lu Bai gently covered Zhou Heming with the blanket and was about to leave when Zhou Heming suddenly grabbed her wrist.

The girl thought for a moment, then didn't forcefully pull him away. Instead, she sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Zhou Heming, whose brows were furrowed, and gently brushed the hair from his forehead.

Seemingly aware of her behavior, Zhou Heming slightly opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

As Lu Bai leaned closer, he heard Zhou Heming's soft murmur.

"Please don't go, Frostfall."

Lu Bai was taken aback, then a gentle smile appeared on her lips. She leaned down and whispered in Zhou Heming's ear, as if she were talking to an old friend.

"I'll always be here. Sleep well, A-He~"

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