Chapter 1293

Seeing Xicheng enter the password and open the gate, he comes with his luggage.

"I'll take your luggage in!"

As if afraid of Xicheng's refusal, the driver quickly passed him all the way. Xicheng walked slowly behind him, stepping on the snow to the steps, and the driver put his luggage under the porch.

"I'll sweep the snow for you, and then I'll send a servant to help you with some food."

"No more." Xicheng turned and looked around, "I like snow."

The driver pursed his lips.

"Well, you go back early. I'll call again if you need anything."

Seeing that he didn't want to talk more, the driver nodded, turned down the steps, walked out of the mansion and drove away.

Enter the password, open the door and carry the luggage into the living room.

Because he had not lived for a long time, the heating and fresh air systems in the room had been turned off. He decided to come over temporarily and didn't let anyone turn it on in advance. The room looked very cold.

Turning on the temperature control switch, Xicheng did not go upstairs, but turned back to the outside, stepping on the snow to the lake.

This winter, the temperature in city a is lower than that in previous years. Near the end of the year, there is another heavy snow. The mountains and fields beside the lake are covered with snow. The lake is covered with ice and covered with snow. If you don't recognize it carefully, you can hardly see the boundary of the lake.

As a child, he always liked to go skating with his sister, who liked the indoor skating rink, but he always liked to skate wild ice

Walk to the dock, brush the snow off the stone with your hands, and sit low.

Watching the snow in the distance for a while, he raised his hand and rubbed it in the air. Xicheng took a cigarette from his pocket, took one out of the cigarette box, thought about it, put it between his lips and lit it.

Before, he didn't smoke. First, he protected his voice. Second, he didn't have interest.

After his sister died, he picked up her belongings and picked up a few cigarettes. It was also because of those cigarettes that he tried smoking for the first time.

These two years, can not be regarded as addicted to smoking, when in a bad mood, will also smoke.

The sky gradually darkened, covering the whole snow lake and the figure of the man, only the cigarette butt, which was bright and dark.

The last group of smoke in the cold air, Xicheng stood up from the stone, turned to the direction of the villa.

On a snowy night, only a piece of light in the living room of the villa is shining.

The cold wind swept his cheek like a knife, and the man quickened his pace across the yard.

Bell -

the bell of the door suddenly comes from the direction of the gate.

Bell -

it was another doorbell. This time, it was very clear that it was not his auditory hallucination.

Westlife turned and looked in the direction of the door.

It was late, and it was hard to see who it was from a bush.

Who can it be so late?

Does the driver really have to send the servant to take care of him?

Xicheng picks her eyebrows and turns to the door.

Around the Bush, you can see the gate, there is no trace of the car, just a faint shadow, it seems that someone is squatting at the door.

He quickened his pace, and the shadow became clearer and clearer.

It's not a person, it seems to be a package, a bulging mass.

He raised his face and looked around. He saw no sign of anyone else. His eyes swept over the unidentified group. Xicheng stopped doubtfully. When he was wondering, the package suddenly moved.

Then, the blankets on the top were separated, and Xicheng squinted at it.

God!

What did he see!

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