Golden Greenery

Zhuo Yang, who was not in a very high mood, spent the whole day in Li Xiaoqing's suite, except eating and sleeping. It was a rare lazy day. Li Xiaoqing also noticed Zhuoyang's slight abnormality. The clever girl didn't take the risk to ask, but just ate with Zhuoyang, and waited for him to wake up before eating with him.

Zhuoyang didn't chatter like a complaining woman, he wasn't used to infecting his friends with negative emotions. And talking itself is a very dangerous thing, you don't know whether your open heart will become a joke in the future.

Zhuoyang's first Christmas alone in a foreign land passed in this way, and this was also his first Christmas. In China in 2002, the commercialized Christmas atmosphere had just begun to spread from the coastal cities to the inland, and Xi'an, located in the western part of the country, had not yet fully participated in this inexplicable Chinese-style foreign festival.

Christmas is over and New Year is coming, and 2003 will come in a blink of an eye. Time is the fairest thing in this world, no matter you are poor or rich, no matter you are good or evil, beautiful or ugly, time always passes by everyone in an impartial way, and never looks back.

In the last few days of 2002, Zhuoyang didn't touch football or piano, not at all. He just kept partying every day, with every friend he knew in Hanover. Needless to say, Li Xiaoqing was a participant and even the organizer of Zhuoyang's every gathering. Mario Gomez, Per Mertesacker, Karl Rand..., and Professor Norman and Chairman Mullen and Miss Sylvia, Zhuoyang participated in every party invitation.

The snow fell intermittently for another two days, and then staggered and stopped for a few days. Today is the last day of 2002.

After today, 2002 will forever be history. After tonight, 2002 will become the past that exists in various materials, and it will never be possible to go back and touch it.

Zhuoyang walked alone on the deserted Fenglin road on the campus of the Music University, his steps were a little shaky and staggering. The maple leaves on both sides of the road have already fallen off, leaving only the bony branches stretching out in the snowy night.

He walked staggeringly because he drank too much alcohol. The friends of Mertesacker and Gomez just now were very enthusiastic. I staggered a little because the old snow piled up under the new snow had become hard, and it was a little slippery in the rough.

Some people like dark snowy nights, because such nights will have a strange and trance feeling. The night without lights should be very dark, but against the white snow light, the world is covered with a bright white light. However, even with this bright snow light, you can still firmly believe that the night is dark, so dark that you forget the sun during the day.

Zhuoyang burped lightly, the smell of beer mixed with bacon was very unpleasant. He looked at the two small campus bars next to the Shubert Building behind the maple trees, the lights were still dim inside. Although it's already winter vacation, there are still many people like Zhuoyang staying in the music university. It seems that some literary youths are planning to welcome the New Year in the bar.

Zhuoyang shook his slightly bewildered head and stopped. He didn't want to go to the bar to continue drinking, Zhuoyang didn't have such a big alcohol addiction. He just had to stop because of the bubble liquid in his stomach.

Beer is a diuretic, especially in winter. Zhuoyang held back all the way, the chassis was a bit heavy at the moment. Under the stimulation of alcohol, he doesn't pay much attention to quality, he urgently needs to release water to reduce the burden.

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Resakova has been nestling in her small dormitory for the past few days, accompanied by a roomful of snacks brought back from the supermarket.

After receiving Zhuoyang's text message on Christmas Day, Resakova, who had been sad and angry all day, also calmed down a little later, and she began to wait for Zhuoyang's next reply, but how could this wait?

Both of them are thinking: As long as he (she) gives me information, even if it is just a punctuation mark.

Tomorrow is the new year, and Resakova doesn't know how to spend this holiday. When did things become so inexplicable? Depressed, she decided to have a drink on the last night of this year, to drink a drink of lost soul alone.

In this familiar small bar next to the Schubert Building, Resakova refused all the men in it to strike up a conversation, and just silently sucked the blue margarita, thinking about Zhuoyang quietly.

When she was a little drunk, Resakova stopped. She was never a girl who liked to drink too much, she just liked the feeling of being slightly drunk.

Recalling the joke Zhuoyang once told her, which is well-known in China to "make fun of you", Resakova's plump lips curved gracefully. The melancholy mood seemed to have been dispelled a bit, and Resakova was going to go back to the dormitory to continue this faint joy in her sleep.

The first snow of this winter, and the last snow of 2002, came later than usual!

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As soon as Resakova stepped out of the bar, she saw the Chinese boy hobbling on the side of the road at first sight.

In the dark and bright snowy night, looking at the figure of that boy, Resakova was too familiar. He is sweetly intertwined with her, and he appears in every dream of hers. Now Resa only needs to look at the back from a distance, and feel that she can almost smell the familiar and charming scent of a big boy.

In the last hour of 2002, he met her unexpectedly.

Is it God's will?

Zhuoyang's wine rose to his head, and the urge to urinate came over him. He simply turned around and undressed on the side of the road, and invited Xiao Zhuoyang out, impatiently gurgling the stream.

Men peeing in the snow is certainly a lot of fun. The warm liquid instantly melted the cold whiteness, and a deep curve was randomly drawn on a piece of white jade. Every man who urinates in the snow is a talented painter.

This is a long bubble of urine.

Zhuoyang swayed wantonly on the snow with the help of wine, and the pen followed the dragon and the snake, and the silver hook and the iron painting. Twisting his buttocks and swaying his waist, Lonely Wolf is like a machine gun, sometimes shooting bursts, sometimes bursting, and sometimes raising a high parabola to attack the distance.

Resakova, who sneaked behind Zhuoyang, couldn't bear it anymore, and burst out laughing with a 'puchi'.

This sound startled Zhuoyang greatly, and the pen and ink painting stopped abruptly. When he turned his head and saw that it was Risa, he immediately froze on the canvas with his mouth gaping.

Zhuoyang did not expect to meet Reisa under such circumstances. He had envisioned many possible encounter scenarios, but there was absolutely no scene of 'Bai Xue turns paper into ink' in those scenes. So, with his brain suddenly shutting down, he just opened his mouth wide open and turned his head to look at Resakova in such a stupid way, his body still maintained the freehand brushwork posture of holding a pen with one hand.