In the second half of the night, a little snow fell from the sky again.
Henry Gu walked barefoot on the carpet, looking out the window at the quiet alley. After the hustle and bustle of the day faded away, only the rain-soaked roofs and stone roads were left. The old-fashioned street lamps would occasionally go on strike, and then continue to emit light unwillingly, illuminating a small circle of orange-yellow swirling snow under the dark blue sky.
Blake Lu hugged him from behind: "What are you thinking about?"
"Time flies so fast." Henry Gu said, "The first time we came here was Christmas last year." At that time, I was still thinking about planting roses and roses on the terrace, but now I haven't even had time to clean up the withered vines. More than three hundred days have passed in the blink of an eye.
"Let's come back next spring to tidy up the garden together." Blake Lu said, "One more thing, do you want to come back to the United States with me during the Spring Festival this year?"
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