He said he would come next spring

Chapter 9 Years

"Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!" Colorful fireworks enveloped the Antarctic continent, faintly illuminating a small piece of darkness in the polar night.

The obsession of the Chinese people is to celebrate the New Year no matter where they go.

It’s just that this year’s Chinese New Year belongs to two people who have no home—Shen Yilai and Yang Nian said.

At this moment, they are like a weed. Wherever the other party goes, they follow wherever they go, swaying and refusing to settle.

Shen Yilai put Yang Nian's hand in his down jacket for fear of freezing him.

A few scattered sparks turned their heads and jumped into the deep sea, their light no longer existed.

In the blink of an eye there was another firework, and Yang Nian said that he vaguely saw some faint lights floating in his sight.

He laughed: "Ah Lai! Happy New Year! The fireworks are so beautiful."

Shen Yilai hugged Yang Nianshuo, kissed him on the spot, and said in circles: "Happy New Year!"

January [-], [-], Antarctica

I talked about a special year with Nian, I don't seem to look forward to spring as much as usual, I want to stay in winter forever.

"Xiao Shen and Xiao Yang, I'll take a photo for you!" An enthusiastic aunt in the group was wrapped in several layers of scarves and wearing sunglasses. The shutter in the camera hadn't been pressed yet, and beckoned them to take a photo.

"Thank you, auntie." Yang Nian said with a smile, rushing forward with blood.

In front of the white background mixed with the deep sea, the young faces of the two teenagers were a little red from the cold. Yang Nian said that he showed his white teeth to the camera, and Shen Yilai's smooth and tough lines were outlined on the film.

The flying gull ate food in its mouth and fell behind.

The wind chimes rang lightly, and after a night, it was a new scene.

"Alai, is it spring?"

January [-], [-], sunny

Just keep it like this, and that's fine.

Shen Yilai put that photo in his diary, it stood between lines of delicate handwriting, in Yang Nian's deep pupils, there was an indescribable emotion.