"beautiful!" Xia Meng sits in a taxi and looks at the white snow outside. A few days ago, there was a heavy snow in Xi'an. Now some places have melted and exposed frozen loess. White snow hangs on the treetops of the roadside. Under the wind of cold wind, there are waves of snow fog. Under the reflection of sunlight, there is brilliant brilliance. It's very beautiful. Murong Xiaoxiao, who grew up in G City, is very beautiful I haven't seen the snow. I'm so intoxicated now.

Deng Xiao held Murong Xiaoxiao in her arms and whispered in her ear, "when we were little, we used to play in the...