No matter how hot the house is, the cold water flowing out of the pipe is piercing. The cold air runs down his hair and stretches to his face. Until the water level in the basin rises and the last second of suffocation, he suddenly pulls his face out of the cold water.

The whole head is wet, the cold water spreads along the neck seam, gradually wet the shirt on the body.

As the cold temperature went down, his beating heart seemed to be gradually frozen, slowly calming from the confusion.

He took a deep breath, wiped his face, propped up in front of the sink and looked at the man with white face and red eyes in the mirror.

It's really

It's killing me.

Xiao Fengting slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath again, and breathed out the remaining fear in his body thoroughly.

Tang Qing embraces the leg, looks out of the window the snow scenery is in a daze.

Another year, the Spring Festival is approaching.

Unconsciously, she has been back to him for more than a year.

Time is like a fleeting moment, in a hurry and empty, in a trance, I don't know what I did this year, and then it passed.

She took back her sight and turned her head to see Xiao Fengting coming out of the bathroom with a towel to wipe her hair.

His hair was wet and his shoulders were wet, but it didn't look like he was in a bath. He just went in and washed his head.

She thought of his pale face when he woke up from a nightmare. She didn't expect that Xiao Fengting was also afraid of something like that.

She fixed her eyes on him. Xiao Fengting had recovered her calm and could not find any fear on her face. He left the towel on the sofa and took a look at the time. "It's seven o'clock. Go downstairs for dinner."

Tang Qing did not have a lively to see, very bored, slowly took back his sight.

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as usual, the dinner was done with her body, light and light, with less cooking fumes, and the main flavor was delicious.

Tongcheng is a coastal city, by the sea, there are fresh sea fish all the year round. Sea fish has no fishy smell of river fish, and steamed with ginger and scallion cooking wine is also very good.

Tang Qing lowers his head and slowly grasps the noodles, and then puts some chopsticks to steamed fish, eating a bit of a half hearted.

Xiao Fengting ate faster than her. After eating, she put down her chopsticks and sat on the opposite side, staring at her all the time.

His eyes were not dazzling. Tang Qing had nothing to say with him and did not care. He sat there eating slowly.

Although the big yellow croaker has no earthy smell, it is also a fish after all. How to deal with it, the fishy smell is still there. Tang Qing eats light these days. He can't get used to the fishy smell at the moment. But there is only one pot of meat and fish on the table. He doesn't want to eat only vegetable dishes, but he also has a few chopsticks and fish.

The fishy smell came out of her throat, and she threw down her chopsticks to cover her mouth.

Before she vomited out, she was startled by the loud noise of "Kuang Dang". Tang Qing raised her head in a cold sweat, and saw Xiao Fengting standing up, his hands on the table, staring at her dead. His face looked terrible, and his eyes were even more frightening.

"What are you doing..." Tang Qing slowly put down his hand and swallowed a mouthful of sour water. He said weakly, "I just have a little nausea."

“……” Just now, his chair was slightly relaxed, and then his eyes fell down.