roccoschili Chapter 129 A Kiss on the Snowy Street
Chapter 129 A Kiss on the Snowy Street
In the snow-covered alley, where the temperature was below zero, the smiles of Song Beiyou and Mu Qianyun seemed to be a sudden ray of midnight light, warming their hearts.
Duan Yao, who was standing to the side, was not happy that Song Beiyou was smiling at someone like that, even though the other person was a woman.
However, he had to admit that Song Beiyou's smile at this moment was very warm, which made his heart tremble and his lips involuntarily turn up.
Song Beiyou didn't linger. Looking at Mu Qianyun, he slowly spoke again, "It's getting late. Be careful on your way back."
The smile on Mu Qianyun's face never faded from beginning to end.
This was the first time she had met someone who made her feel so comfortable and wonderful. Although she was reluctant to leave, it was indeed getting late.
Wave goodbye.
Just then, Mu Qianyun realized that something important was missing, and panicked, looking down to search everywhere.
Seeing this, Song Beiyou asked, "What's wrong?"
Mu Qianyun used sign language to tell Song Beiyou, "One of my paintings is missing. It probably fell off when we were pulling on it earlier."
Upon seeing this, Song Beiyou gave Duan Yao a look, and the two of them lowered their heads to help.
This alley is cluttered with miscellaneous items, including piles of scrap metal.
Mu Qianyun grew increasingly anxious as she searched. The painting was very important and had to be delivered to its owner soon, or she would have to pay an exorbitant penalty for breach of contract.
I don't know where they went.
Song Beiyou could see Mu Qianyun's anxiety; she was searching very earnestly.
Before long, with her keen eyes, she spotted a half-open ancient-style painting of a lady in a corner piled with old books and newspapers.
She stepped forward, squatted down, and her gaze fell on the painting of a lady, which only showed half of its surface.
Instantly, a pair of clear, doe-like eyes shone brightly.
Then, she hurriedly picked up the painting and pointed it at Mu Qianyun's retreating figure as she frantically searched for it, saying, "Sister, the painting is here."
Upon hearing the word "sister," Mu Qianyun turned around abruptly.
When she saw the painting in her hand, she breathed a sigh of relief and ran over to Song Beiyou with a smile.
He gave Song Beiyou a thumbs-up.
Song Beiyou rolled up the painting and returned it to its rightful owner, asking, "You know how to restore calligraphy and paintings? This painting is a work by Qingfengyue, and it was only recently unearthed."
Furthermore, the scroll was significantly damaged when it was unearthed.
Mu Qianyun was amazed that Song Beiyou knew so much, nodded, and gestured truthfully, "My job is to restore calligraphy and paintings."
However, my family doesn't know about it; it's a hobby and a skill I use to make a living.
Song Beiyou understood, "Your skill level is even higher than that of any restorer I know."
No exaggeration, it really is like that.
She knew the master restorer at the Huaguo Museum and had the privilege of seeing the works he had restored, but none of them were as delicate and seamless as Mu Qianyun's restoration.
Mu Qianyun was even happier, her crescent-shaped eyes filled with affection for Song Beiyou.
In an instant, all the grievances he had suffered in front of Mu Niannian were wiped away, and he left in an exceptionally good mood.
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After a brief but enjoyable interlude, Duan Yao was finally able to take his girlfriend home.
It's not far from here back to Jinxiu Villa, only about 700 meters away, you can take a walk there.
This was time just for the two of them, walking side by side as the snowflakes gently fell.
Without holding hands, Song Beiyou was engrossed in playing with snowflakes. He raised his hand, one snowflake melted, and he took another.
Her slender fingertips were frozen red, but she never tired of it.
Duan Yao smiled helplessly, raised his hand, and wrapped her red, frozen hand in his palm. "Aren't you cold?"
Song Beiyou replied, "It's fun."
After saying that, she climbed onto his fingers and entwined them tightly, their fingers intertwined.
The fingers are connected to the heart; the icy fingertips wrapped around Duan Yao's large hand, just like scratching Duan Yao's heart, making him unbearably itchy.
At this moment, he wanted to ask her for the interest he had earned over the past month.
Then, in the next second, he suddenly blocked Song Beiyou's path with his body to the side.
The next second, before Song Beiyou could react, he cupped the back of her head with one hand, lowered his head, and pressed his lips to hers.
Song Beiyou's face flushed instantly, and her body felt hot.
The cool lips quickly warmed up due to the intimate contact between them.
Duan Yao knew that Song Beiyou was frozen, so he began to guide her little by little.
Slowly, when he felt Song Beiyou's hands instinctively wrap around his waist, he could no longer control himself and poured out his inner passion, gradually losing himself with her on the snowy night road.
The sky and earth became their backdrop, and the snow became a catalyst for the deepening of their emotions.
From afar, the couple embracing amidst the swirling snowflakes is an incredibly beautiful sight.
The two, who are usually very vigilant, were perhaps too engrossed in their work to notice the "intense" gazes from across the street.
Across the street, inside a sleek black car, Lou Yue stared intently at the two figures that were driving her to the brink of collapse, her skirt nearly bursting from her grip.
Song Beiyou is really back.
Based on various factors, Song Beiyou is indeed the "special envoy" mentioned by Zongzheng Qi.
Excellent people naturally attract each other; no wonder Duan Yao took a liking to Song Beiyou.
Lou Yue was born into a distinguished family, but unfortunately, her family was killed, and she ended up being adopted by Old Madam Duan.
During this period, she strictly demanded of herself and did her best to achieve good results, so as not to be like those worldly socialites and heiresses who only knew how to compete for attention.
Finally, she got her wish and entered a workplace that was out of reach for the other young ladies.
She thought she was in a secure position. As long as she spoke to her adoptive mother, Old Madam Duan, at the right time, she would eventually become the most suitable partner for Duan Yao.
Unexpectedly, someone who came out of nowhere beat them to it.
In that case, wouldn't all her time and hard work in the Duan family over the years have been for nothing?
How could she possibly accept this?
Sparks almost flew from the depths of his eyes.
The driver in front, not understanding why their young lady had been waiting by the roadside for so long, asked, "Miss, can we go now?"
Upon hearing this, Lou Yue suppressed her inner turmoil and managed to utter with difficulty, "Let's go!"
The wheels started turning, crushing the snow.
Lou Yue turned her head to look out the window and could clearly see that Song Beiyou and Duan Yao were no longer kissing, but were walking hand in hand on the snow.
Song Beiyou lowered her head, while Duan Yao turned his head and stared at her with a smile.
This scene had appeared in her dreams countless times.
Now, having failed to achieve it herself, she can only watch helplessly as others enjoy it for her.
Perhaps it was too dazzling, Lou Yue told the driver to speed up.
The driver did as instructed, but after driving for about two kilometers, a minivan came from behind, accelerated, and finally blocked Lou Yue's car.
The driver was so frightened that his legs were shaking, but luckily he managed to step on the brakes at the last moment.
He rolled down the car window and yelled angrily, "Who is it? Don't they want to die?"
"You dare mess with the Duan family's car?"
Lou Yue was no different; she stared wide-eyed at the car's windshield.
Then, the door of the van opened, and Bai Jingcheng got out of the car.