my black moonlight girlfriend

Chapter 337 Snow White
The air-conditioning hissed in from the window, she hurriedly put down the curtains, climbed back into the bed, and was still comfortable under the quilt, hot and extremely warm.

After turning off the weak lamp by the bedside, his arm stretched out and pressed against him. The warmth and dryness under the quilt and the smell of bath milk on his body were very good for sleeping in this cold winter night. She closed her eyes , fell asleep again tired.

He has a lazy temperament. He has been lazy since he was in school. He loves to sleep late in the morning and often enters the classroom when he is almost late. Now that he has grown up, his nature is hard to change. If he is not going to the company to earn money, he has no motivation to get up early, so, She thought that since he had a rest the next day, and winter was the best season for sleeping in, he would definitely sleep until noon before getting up. However, when she woke up, she looked around, but it was empty and no one was there?
Looking at the time again, it's not even eight o'clock!
It was simply not him.

When she got up, she saw another note left beside the bed, which said: Wanwan, I'm going out for a while, and I'll be back at noon.Signed: 珵.

She opened the curtains vigorously, only to see that the snow outside was more than two inches thick.

Where is he going with such heavy snow?

Putting on slippers and going out of the room, the Su family mansion was completely quiet. It was snowing heavily, so they probably didn't get up early.

She went downstairs lightly and turned to the kitchen. The nanny was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Seeing her coming in, she called her "Xiao Xin".

She nodded and asked the nanny, "Auntie, where did Mr. Su go early in the morning?"

The Mr. Su mentioned by the nanny refers to Su Rongzhen, and Su Zhen refers to Mr. Su, although she doesn't look that old.

"I don't know." The nanny said, "Mr. Su asked me to cook a whole piece of white meat, steamed a drawer of steamed buns, and took away. Oh, it seems that he also took away a bottle of wine."

White meat?steamed stuffed bun?liquor?
She suddenly remembered that winter night many years ago...

"How long has Mr. Su been out?" she asked hastily.

"Not long, less than half an hour..." The nanny was not too sure, and wanted to check the time, but Xiao Xin turned and left.

She quickly went back to the room, changed clothes and went out.

In the snow outside Su's garage, two rows of fresh wheel marks stretched away, it seemed that it hadn't been long since they left.

She picked up the car, rolled the wheel marks and drove at a constant speed and carefully, heading towards the suburban cemetery.

White meat, steamed stuffed buns, and wine sounded like sacrificial items to her. Every year, grandma prepared these when she paid homage to grandpa. As for the winter night many years ago, whether it was this day or not, she didn’t remember it anymore, but it was anyway heavy snow day.

Driving in the snow was slow, and it took twice as long to drive to the cemetery. When she saw someone's car at the foot of the hill in the cemetery, a word rose in her heart: So, she really guessed right.

It's just that it's not Qingming, nor New Year's Eve, the wide parking lot is covered with snow, only his car is parked in the snow, and the snow that is still falling continues to cover his car with a thin layer, in such a wild environment , looking desolate and lonely.

She parked beside his car, put on her hat and went up the hill.

The snowy mountain road is not easy to walk, but it is much better than that night many years ago, at least she can see the road under her feet, at least she is no longer a child.

When she got to the mountain, her black down jacket was also covered with a layer of downy snow, and she saw him from a distance, squatting in front of the tombstone lighting a candle.

The sky was covered with white, and snowflakes fell like fluff. Because he was a priest, he was dressed in black, covered with falling snow, which was the same color as the cedar around him, a vast expanse of ink and white.

(End of this chapter)