Zhuo Yang, who was not in a very high mood, stayed in Li Xiaoqing's suite all day, eating and sleeping, but it was rare for him to be lazy for a day. ΩBiqu Ge Li Xiaoqing also noticed Zhuo Yang's slight strangeness, he was so smart.

The girl didn't risk asking questions, she just ate with Zhuo Yang and waited for him to wake up before eating with him again.

Zhuoyang didn't chatter like a resentful woman. He was not used to infecting his friends with negative emotions. And talking in itself is a very dangerous thing. You don't know if your open-hearted talk will become a joke in the future.

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Zhuo Yang's first Christmas alone in a foreign land passed like this. This was also his first Christmas. In China in 2002, the commercial Christmas atmosphere had just begun to spread from coastal cities to the interior.

Xi'an, located in the western region, has not yet fully participated in this inexplicable Chinese-Western festival.

Christmas has passed, followed by the New Year, and 2003 is coming in the 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 impartially to everyone.

And never looked back.

In the last few days of 2002, Zhuo Yang did not touch football or piano, not at all. He just kept partying every day, with every friend he met in Hannover. Needless to say, Li Xiaoqing, she is Zhuo Yang

Participants and even organizers of every Yang party. Mario Gomez, Per Mertesacker, Karl Land..., as well as Professor Norman and Chairman Mullen and Miss Sylvia

, Zhuoyang participated in every party invitation.

It snowed intermittently for two more days, and then stopped for a few days. Today is the last day of 2002.

After today, the year 2002 will become history forever. After tonight, the year 2002 will become a past that exists in various materials, and can never be looked back and touched.

Zhuo Yang walked alone on the deserted maple forest road on the campus of the University of Music, his steps shaky and staggering. The maple leaves on both sides of the road had fallen off completely, leaving only the rugged branches stretching out in the snowy night.

He was swaying because he drank too much. The friends of Mertesacker and Gomez were very enthusiastic just now. He was staggering a little because the old snow piled under the new snow had become hard, and the bumps were difficult.

Somewhat slippery.

Some people like dark snowy nights, because such nights have a strange and trance-like feeling. The night without lights should be very dark, but against the white snow light, the world is covered with a bright layer.

White light. However, even with this bright snow light, you can still firmly believe that the night is pitch black, so dark that you forget the sun during the day.

Zhuoyang burped softly. The smell of beer mixed with the smell of bacon was very unpleasant. He looked at the two small campus bars behind the maple tree and next to the Shubert Building. They were still lit.

The lights were dim. Although the winter vacation was already on, there were still many people like Zhuo Yang staying at the Music University. It seemed that some literary and artistic young people were planning to welcome the New Year in the bar.

Zhuo Yang shook his slightly clouded head and stopped. He didn't want to go to the bar to continue drinking. Zhuo Yang was not that addicted to alcohol. He was just choked by the liquid in his belly and had to stop.

Come down.

Beer is a diuretic, especially in winter. Zhuo Yang had been holding it back all the way, and now his chassis was a little heavy. Under the stimulation of alcohol, he no longer paid attention to his qualities. He urgently needed to let go of water to reduce his burden.

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Rysakova has been staying in her small dormitory these days, accompanied by a roomful of snacks brought back from the market.

After receiving a text message from Zhuo Yang on Christmas Day, Rysakova, who had been sad and angry for a day, later became less angry. She began to wait for Zhuo Yang's next reply, but how could she 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. Rysakova has no idea how to spend this holiday. When did things become so inexplicable? Depressed, she decided to go for a drink on the last night of this year, alone.

Have a drunken drink.

In this familiar small bar next to the Schubert Building, Rysakova rejected all the male attempts to strike up a conversation. She just sipped the blue margarita silently and thought about Zhuo Yang.

When she was a little tipsy, Rysakova stopped. She had never been a girl who liked drinking, she just liked the feeling of being tipsy.

Recalling the joke that Zhuo Yang once told her, which is a well-known joke in China, Rysakova's plump lips curved into a graceful arc. The melancholy mood seemed to have been dispelled, and Rysakova was ready to return

I went to the dormitory and continued this weak happiness into my sleep.

The first snow this winter, and the last snow in 2002, comes later than usual!

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As soon as Rysakova stepped out of the bar, she first saw the Chinese boy stumbling on the roadside.

On the dark and bright snowy night, looking at the figure of the young man, Raisakova was too familiar. He and she were sweetly intertwined together, and he appeared in every dream of hers. Raisa only needed to take a look from a distance now.

From the back, I feel like I can almost smell the familiar and charming scent of a big boy.

In the last hour of 2002 years, he and she met unexpectedly.

Is it God's will?

Zhuoyang was drunk with wine, and the urge to urinate came over him. He turned around and undressed and took off his belt by the roadside, and asked Xiao Zhuoyang to come out. The stream gurgled impatiently.

Men peeing on the snow is undoubtedly a very interesting thing. The warm liquid instantly melts the cold white, and randomly outlines deep curves on a piece of white jade. Every man who urinates on the snow is a talented painter.

This is a long soak of urine.

Zhuoyang was drunk and swaying freely on the snow, painting with dragons and snakes, silver hooks and iron paintings. He swung his hips and swayed his waist, like a lone wolf with a machine gun, sometimes bursting, sometimes continuous, and sometimes raising a high parabola.

Attack from afar.

Rysakova, who sneaked up behind Zhuo Yang, couldn't help it and burst out laughing.

This sound startled Zhuo Yang, and his painting stopped abruptly. When he turned his head and saw clearly that it was Raisa, he was stunned and froze on the canvas.

Zhuoyang did not expect to meet Raisa under such circumstances. He had imagined many possible encounter scenarios, but there was absolutely no scene of "white snow turns to paper and urine turns to ink" in those scenes. So, his brain suddenly stopped.
Chapter completed!