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Obviously defenseless, he squatted down with his stomach in his arms and curled into an oval ball.

Two young men in their 20s made a fuss in the corridor and were almost taken away by the teacher.

They didn't wear much, they wore a sweater over their shirts and a coat to finish the job, and they didn't seem to be in the same season as other people wrapped in bloated down jackets.

Zhang Yixing's examination room was in Building C, and there was a small garden between Building D. After the examination, the students couldn't wait to go back to their residences to pack their things and take the earliest flight home. Only Park Chanyeol and Zhang Yixing were having a snowball fight in the garden.

When Do Kyungsoo and Byun Baekhyun came out of Building D, they saw Park Chanyeol being pushed down by Zhang Yixing on the piled snow, and the two threw their bags and joined the battle.

Park Chanyeol was outnumbered, the back of his neck was stuffed with snow two times in a row, Baekhyun called him maliciously, he turned his head subconsciously, his forehead was smacked straight.

He re-wrapped the scarf, fished Zhang Yixing over with his long hands and feet, took a snowball in his right hand and put it on the opponent's head, Do Kyungsoo rescued Zhang Yixing from his clutches with three bombs in a row, Uncle Bian Xianshun fed him the snow that had been squeezed hard with one blow.

"Damn, stop playing, and you three are bullying me." Park Chanyeol, who couldn't beat him, could only play tricks and sat down on the snow.

"I thought you've been used to it since high school." Do Kyungsoo said faintly with a supplementary sentence.

Bian Boxian patted the snow on his pants: "Brother Yixing took us to play at that time. You have been tricked since you met him, and it has been better in the past two years."

Zhang Yixing took out his phone and looked at the time: "I will talk about the old days later, I have reserved a restaurant, let's eat first."

Do Kyungsoo nodded, stretched out his hand to pull Park Chanyeol up from the ground, and went to the side of the road with Baekhyun to pick up the car.

Christmas is only three days away, and the original residents of City S came back from other cities one after another. Several university students also returned home after their exams. People like them don’t want to go back this year to face all the bad things. There are really not many children.

Zhang Yixing easily ordered the most famous French restaurant in the city center, handed the key to the valet at the door, and walked in together with Park Chanyeol.

They chose a dining table near the old-fashioned stove, just in time to warm their freshly wet clothes by the hot fire.

As soon as Baekhyun came in, he trotted and screamed hungry. Park Chanyeol, an old friend for many years, knew Baekhyun's taste well, and ordered his and Do Kyungsoo's main meal a long time ago.As soon as the two sat down, they drank two glasses of cherry brandy as an appetizer. The alcohol burned warmly to the stomach, and the whole body warmed up.

Looking at the small fountain in the yard that had been emptied, Baekhyun Bian recalled the absurd things he did in high school: "Brother Yixing, do you still remember when you stood in the fountain of N College and read the old pedant's cover letter? ?”

"How could I not remember," Zhang Yixing laughed, and it was the most ruthless two years he had played: "I only know you because of that, how can there be such a fun person who jumped in and read it with me , changing the words while reading, and finally the old pedant rushed out to beat you."

Do Kyungsoo couldn't be happier thinking of this: "The old pedant is going to die of anger. You two were asked to clean up the canteen for a week. You haven't been there at all. He bribed the cleaner to clean it, and he was still picky."

"And the kitchen was set on fire during the Mid-Autumn Festival that year. Baekhyun, you did a good job, right?" Park Chanyeol drank up the drink in his glass and signaled the waiter to bring another bottle of red wine: "The whole school was on fire, and I slept with my sleeping bag in my arms. Playground for three days.

Bian Baekhyun pursed his mouth: "No, it was made by Kyungsoo. Brother Yixing said that there are no mooncakes or muffins*, so he can only make do with apple pie, so he encouraged him to sneak away to the kitchen in the middle of the night to make it, and ended up smoking burnt the cherry wood cabinets down."

For the first time Zhang Yixing thought about the things he did in the past and felt quite bearish: "Why didn't you say that Chanyeol brought us in the dormitory?"

"That's right, that's right," Do Kyungsoo took a big sip of wine, "The next day the dormitory was smoky, and we couldn't walk in a straight line when we went out."

"It's obviously because the tequila I drank was too strong, okay? Don't put everything on my head." Unconvinced, Park Chanyeol poked the baked snail in front of him with a fork.

At that time, there were only four of them in the boarding high school in N City. At that time, it was called heaven and earth, wanton and happy. They just left home, and no one cares about it. It’s absurd to play, but fortunately, they are all grown up now. .

The dinner was still going on, Zhang Yixing naturally lowered his right hand, and Park Chanyeol grabbed it and clasped his fingers tightly.

It's rare that they can sit by the fireplace in the winter in City S, like old men in their seventies and eighties, babbling about the past.

On the 24th, the life was uneventful, there were no people on the street, and the heavy snow for several days had formed a thick layer of ice on the road.

This was their first meeting at Jin Zhongren's house this semester. Others brought wine and game consoles to order food, and Jin Zhongda came to pick Song Ping up alone.

It was the first time that such a heavy snow fell in City S, and Jin Zhongda hadn't had time to change into the anti-skid tires, so he had to drive extra cautiously.

Song Ping still had the scarf given to him by Jin Zhongda around his neck, and delivered a cup of hot latte to the other party.

It was not yet four o'clock in the afternoon when they arrived at Jin Zhongren's house, but the living room already felt like a midnight show.

Jin Zhongren hypocritically placed a plastic tree that didn't reach his waist in the living room, like a hunting lion watching everyone pile gifts one by one next to the pitiful plastic tree.

As soon as Song Ping came in, he was pulled away by Bian Boxian to brush the glass, and he even showed off the wine Wu Shixun brought that filled the entire table.

Song Ping was dizzy looking at the brightly colored bottles and cans. He ran into the kitchen honestly and saw Do Kyungsoo and Kim Junmyeon standing on the counter heating up the out-of-the-box food. I don’t know who did it so thoughtfully. Two large boxes of lasagna came over, and Jin Minshuo was putting it on a plate, stacking slices of cheese that Zhang Yixing had just peeled.

This is the first time for him to spend Christmas Eve, and he just thinks it is very good for everyone to get together.

People in the kitchen were busy stealing what was on the plate, and a few people sitting in the living room were playing games noisily, with cans of fruit beer next to them.Song Ping held several clean cups and put them on the dining table, and asked those brats who were playing games to eat.

He noticed that the rare Jin Zhongda hadn't had a drink this evening, Song Ping was a little drunk, stuck a piece of lasagna, held a glass of tequila and looked at Jin Zhongda, who waved his hands with a smile and took two sips of the soda water in his hand.

Song Ping didn't have time to think about it, so he was called by Park Chanyeol to punch wine with Wu Shixun. He didn't know anything. In the past, he could only be drunk by these two people. I didn't drink less.

Before twelve o'clock, Bian Boxian urged him to unwrap the presents. Song Ping unwrapped a few of them, all of which were the latest electronic products. After thanking them one by one, he realized that there were no Zhang Yixing and Jin Zhongda.

Zhang Yixing handed him the small envelope placed on the top of the gift mountain: "This is the air ticket that Zhong Da and I gave you. The one who goes back is mine, and the return trip is given by Zhong Da. I know you miss home, but you don't plan to go back. I just gave this away, I don’t know if you like it or not.”

Probably because of the alcohol coming up again, Song Ping couldn't utter a word with his tongue out.

"Don't be too moved, you have to go to the airport now, the plane is at two o'clock in the morning, and the return flight is on the morning of the 30th." Jin Zhongda threw the coat and scarf to Song Ping: "Now you know why I don't drink tonight. "

"Thank... thank you... thank you."

Zhang Yixing tied a scarf on Song Ping, and put his wool cap on Song Ping's head: "Be careful on the road, I'll send you a text message when I get home."

Song Ping nodded, followed Jin Zhongda out the door.

Only a few airlines are still working at the airport in City S, and the lobby is empty and there is no one there.

Song Ping took a small backpack and hugged Jin Zhongda vigorously: "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome, remember to come back on the 30th."

"I've wanted to ask since just now, why is it number 30?"

Jin Zhongda narrowed his eyes and smiled: "We are booked to go to New Year's Eve in New York. You come back on the morning of the 30th, and we will drive there."

It was obviously a quiet airport, but Song Ping felt the noise in his ears, and he stretched out his hand to hug Jin Zhongda again.

This time the other party also hugged back, put his chin on his shoulder, and said softly: "The road is safe."

Song Ping boarded the last flight back to his small town on Christmas Eve. The plane circled over S City, but he didn't feel any excitement about going home.

* Pancake: Korean Chuseok traditional food

CH22

After Song Ping left on Christmas Eve, they stayed at Kim Jong-in's house for another day. On the morning of the 26th, they left one after another with a painful hangover.

As usual, Bian Baekhyun followed Wu Shixun back to his apartment. He was too drunk yesterday, and now he is still groggy and top-heavy when he stands up.

CH23

Song Ping had just landed that day and was dragged directly to the meeting point without returning home.

They didn't bring any luggage, and they were all wearing windproof jackets and hoodies. They looked like idle young people wandering the streets, although in a sense they were indeed like this.

Bian Boxian stuffed Jin Junmian into Jin Zhongda's car, and the former sat in the co-pilot obediently, so that Song Ping could lie on the back seat and stretch out. After all, he had to drive all night to NYC.

Everyone didn't pay too much attention to the strange combination of Baekhyun, Oh Se-hoon and Kim Jong-in, and it seemed that the preparations were almost on the way.

Driving to New York was really hot, they drove three cars,