The next day was New Year’s Day of the Lunar New Year. As if the sky wanted to kill someone with anger on the first day of the New Year, it started to snow heavily at dawn.
Skiers look forward to snowfall the most in winter. Snowy days are not as cold as melting snow days, and one can leisurely slide while feeling the snow quietly land on their shoulders, empty their mind and think of nothing, and after one round, feel like they can love this world for ten more years, even if they thought it was terrible just yesterday.
But the ski resort was closed. What good was the snowfall if they couldn’t ski? They could only watch helplessly.
“It’s snowing a lot this year,” Li Xingnan sighed while standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, sipping hot tea. “If it weren’t for this unexpected incident, the ski season might have lasted until late March or before Qingming.”
“What’s the use of saying that?”
Bei Jiao, whose voice was as lazy as a snake’s and magnetic, responded while making dumplings behind him.
A bit of flour stuck to the teenager’s face. He was carefully placing a cleaned coin into the dumpling filling, then wrapping it up seriously before setting that dumpling aside specially.
“Isn’t the fun of this supposed to be accidentally eating the coin and bringing good luck?” Orange threw a rolled-out dumpling skin onto his hand. “What’s the point of making a special one for yourself?”
“You shut up. For her, it’s an accident,” Bei Jiao didn’t even look up. “If you want it, you can make one yourself and fool yourself into thinking it’s an accident.”
Orange was left speechless.
Li Xingnan chuckled.
Unlike Jiang Ran and Qiu Nian, during ski season, except for weekends, Li Xingnan usually went out every day with Bei Jiao, so yesterday they were both so tired after midnight that they barely kept their eyes open past midnight before tumbling back to sleep…
They hadn’t had time to eat dumplings.
In the morning, the three men woke up early and made the first dumplings of the New Year.
When the dumplings were boiled, following the northern tradition of boiling dumplings, they waited for the water to boil three times, each time adding cold water. While Bei Jiao was watching the pot, he lowered his head and pulled out a few large red banknotes from somewhere, folding them into various shapes.
When Orange came in to ask how many times the water had boiled and saw him fold three banknotes into a plump little star, he was stunned by his dexterity: this guy would have been a queen in ancient times if he didn’t become an emperor—his talent was just too great!
After finishing the star, under Orange’s watchful eyes, Bei Jiao folded another small boat. Orange asked, “Why not an airplane? You could play with it.”
Bei Jiao lifted his eyelids and gave him a look that said, “Are you crazy?” “This is money.”
If he folded it into an airplane, where would it fly?
Without waiting for Orange to answer, he handed the younger man the bowl of cold water. “One more boil and it’s ready.”
Then he went upstairs with the small boat full of stars to find Jiang Ran.
Leaving Orange standing there, stunned: “…”
Watching elementary-level lovers sometimes isn’t that interesting, because their displays of affection are genuinely sweet, damn it.
…
Jiang Ran heard the sound of a dog trotting upstairs while she was half-asleep. The dog sneaked into her room quietly, bringing with it the smell of raw flour mixed with leeks.
He probably thought he was being very stealthy.
She rolled her eyes in her heart with her eyes closed, impatiently lifting the blanket over her head. But no more than two seconds later, the blanket was pulled off again by dog paws.
“Wake up.”
He whispered by her ear.
Jiang Ran kept her eyes closed and ignored him. A few seconds later, suddenly her cheek felt ticklish, as if something paper-like was sliding across her face.
It slid once wasn’t enough; it slid back and forth. She had originally kept her eyes closed on purpose, teasing him and not letting him get his way, until whatever it was brushed past her nose, and she smelled a familiar scent…
That smell of oil printing mixed with the stench of being touched by thousands of hands.
The unique smell of money.
She opened her eyes abruptly and saw a paper boat made of RMB sliding across her face.
Jiang Ran: “…”
She inhaled sharply and sat up quickly!
The person crouching by the bed who had been patiently teasing her was startled!
Bei Jiao was shocked by her panic, his eyes widening: “What’s wrong!”
Jiang Ran: “It’s early in the morning! It’s the New Year! You’re forcing me to curse you—you put money on my face!”
Now she felt like mites and all sorts of dirty things had already multiplied into three generations on her face during their conversation!
Jiang Ran hurriedly jumped out of bed to wash her face and take a shower, slamming the door so loudly it shook the heavens!
Bei Jiao stood there for a moment before getting up from the floor, dragging his feet to the door, and twisting the doorknob. As expected, it was locked… He sighed, thinking that she had been so chaotic just now but hadn’t forgotten to lock the door.
Leaning against the door, his tall figure blurred against the frosted glass because of his posture: “Before, people always said no one doesn’t like RMB… Are you even Chinese?”
As soon as the words fell, a sponge flew through the glass with a “plop,” splashing water and foam everywhere. The teenager lifted his face from the door, feeling like the sponge had somehow genuinely hit him in the face.
“You’re so heartless,” he said lazily, leaning against the wall. “Yesterday I saw a short video that said if you want to impress someone during the New Year, you should give them your favorite thing… I gave you my favorite thing, so why are you getting angry?”
His voice came through the bathroom door, droning on.
Inside, the water stopped abruptly, and Jiang Ran’s voice, full of disbelief, said, “Your favorite thing is money?”
Bei Jiao was as surprised by her disbelief as she was: “Your tone of shock really deserves to be included in the Modern Chinese Dictionary to explain ‘how can one not eat meat’…”
Jiang Ran: “Go away!”
“I won’t go.” Bei Jiao even pressed closer against the glass, as if the glass were his girlfriend. “Of course, my favorite thing isn’t necessarily money.”
He paused.
She had a feeling he wouldn’t say anything good.
Sure enough, the next second, his lazy tone disappeared, replaced by a sweet nasal voice, “But I can’t give you yourself, can I?”
Inside the bathroom, Jiang Ran looked at her hands, unfortunately having nothing else to throw. She could only turn the shower on to its maximum, the gushing water drowning out everything, showing her refusal to continue the conversation.
As for that, Bei Jiao didn’t have too many objections. Just then, downstairs someone shouted for breakfast, and after sufficiently showing off his affection, he aimlessly wandered around her room twice before going downstairs.
When Jiang Ran came out, she saw a paper boat made of RMB on her bed, with a few small stars of the same color and material inside.
“…”
Wrapped in a towel, her hair still dripping, she crouched by the bed holding the little boat for a while, then put it into her wallet, together with a bunch of cards… Thus, the little boat became the only banknote to ever exist in her wallet that she had used for one or two years.
The little stars inside the boat were bulging and might get crushed, so she found a cloth bag for jewelry to put them in, then carefully placed them into her bag.
When she went downstairs, Bei Jiao was eating the last dumpling in his bowl, still staring intently at a bowl on the side of the table that hadn’t been touched. Orange found it amusing to watch him: “Eat yours, no one is going to take it.”
Jiang Ran walked over and sat by the table. Bei Jiao pushed the bowl he had been staring at so intensely toward her under her nose, “Eat.”
He was concise and to the point.
Lifting her eyelids slightly, Jiang Ran was very puzzled by his sudden domineering behavior: “Did you put rat poison in it? The sponge didn’t hit you, and I didn’t throw that boat at your face.”
Bei Jiao: “Rat poison?”
Jiang Ran: “Yeah.”
Bei Jiao: “Oh, I did. Want some?”
Jiang Ran expressionlessly picked up a dumpling and put it in her mouth. On her other hand, Qiu Nian sighed: “Watching you two date is really boring. When are you going to have a good fight to let off some steam? I heard that couples who often argue can last longer.”
Her words were filled with deep feelings, but Jiang Ran was eating breakfast and didn’t have time to respond. Bei Jiao had finished eating and heard her, but he only listened to the parts he wanted to hear, such as the three words “dating” made him a bit embarrassed—
His earlobes turned red slightly as he reached out to pinch them, looking down at Jiang Ran.
Jiang Ran didn’t even lift her eyelids, nor did she refute what she said.
Bei Jiao’s eyes flickered, showing a bit of excitement and happiness beyond embarrassment, as if a child who had just opened his eyes received his first gift of the New Year.
…………………… This is really freaking ridiculous. No matter what crazy things you say, the other person can always twist it into a stepping stone for sweet talk.
Qiu Nian put down her chopsticks, not sure if Jiang Ran was full, but she herself was definitely full.
“You had to provoke a love-struck fool——”
Jiang Ran mocked her while eating a couple more dumplings and then put down her chopsticks. Bei Jiao, seeing this, used one finger to poke her arm from the side, “Eat two more bites.”
“No, I’m dieting,” she replied casually.
“Dieting on New Year’s Day? That’s wasting food,” Bei Jiao said. “Besides, I think you feel——”
“Cough.”
“Exactly,” he added solemnly, his expression unchanged.
After seeing she showed no intention of responding to him at all, he started to play the victim: “I got up early in the morning, set the alarm to knead the dough, worked hard to make dumplings, all so you could have a hot bite…”
“You’ve been hanging out with your northeastern relatives too much,” Jiang Ran said. “Your Mandarin is getting all twisted. When you finish your winter vacation, people in Guangzhou will think you’ve been possessed by someone from the northeast——”
Bei Jiao didn’t care about her at all. He picked up Jiang Ran’s empty bowl, grabbed a dumpling with chopsticks, and stubbornly brought it to her mouth.
Jiang Ran lifted her eyelids slightly to glance at him, reluctantly opening her mouth to eat one. She was already full, but she wanted to see what he was up to.
“Eating has to be fed,” Li Xingnan said as he came out of his room after taking a shower and changing clothes. He looked up and saw the scene. “Jiang Ran, did your hands break?”
“Um,” Jiang Ran mumbled. “Even if my hands are broken, I can still beat you at the gates.”
“Last time was an accident,” Li Xingnan sat down by the table. “Next time, let’s try again.”
“Next time, I’ll beat you at the second gate, no need to wait until the second to last… Do you know how long it’s been since I last touched the gates in Xinjiang?”
Li Xingnan didn’t speak anymore. Qiu Nian sighed and patted his shoulder: “Your dignity is completely gone.”
Another dumpling was stuffed into her mouth. This time, she bit down with a “clink,” almost breaking her tooth. She looked up, ready to curse whatever it was, only to see Bei Jiao looking at her with a sweet smile.
She was stunned for a moment, then spit it out and looked at it. A shiny silver coin lay in her palm.
Bei Jiao clapped like a seal: “You got the coin, a whole year of luck.”
Jiang Ran: “…………………… Did you wash it?”
Bei Jiao: “?”
Bei Jiao’s hands were clapped red, and all he got was that question. Thinking about how hard he worked that morning to get up early, knead the dough, and prepare this dumpling, he felt it wasn’t worth it: “Why are you suddenly not superstitious now? Are you allergic to romance?”
Jiang Ran: “…”
Everyone at the table was laughing so hard they were almost dying.
Bei Jiao angrily stood up from the table: “I’m going to Phase Three.”
Jiang Ran was pinching the coin with two fingers, examining it to see if she had left a tooth mark. She responded with an “Oh,” knowing full well he was just looking for an excuse to leave quickly…
He had been cooped up at home for a whole day yesterday and couldn’t stand it anymore.
He was still young, after all.
Not calling him out, Jiang Ran kicked the still-sitting Orange beside her.
Orange: “What?”
Jiang Ran: “Don’t you need a chaperone when walking a dog? Not using a leash is considered uncivilized pet ownership.”
Orange: “Oh,” he said, then turned to Bei Jiao, “Do you want a plastic bag to pick up the poop? Let’s discuss if we can hold it in and bring it back home—it’s the New Year, and we don’t want to let the fertilizer go to waste.”
The person being asked didn’t even bother to reply. He took out a mysterious little shovel from a cabinet that Jiang Ran didn’t even know had anything in it, and raised it high like Excalibur to show off to them—
He was going to do something important.
Who knows what this shovel was used for during construction, it was small, about the size of a palm, and looked particularly ridiculous in the hands of a teenager who was over six feet tall.
Orange: “Hahahahaha, did he just find his own poop-shoveling tool?”
Jiang Ran: “I think it looks more like a three-year-old going to dig a castle on the beach.”
Qiu Nian: “…Now that he has the tools, can he build a snowman in the yard when he comes back? I saw Jiang Ran bought a carrot, and I don’t really like it anyway.”
Li Xingnan: “Just go already, please.”
…
Bei Jiao and Orange left with their snowboards… and that mysterious little shovel.
Qiu Nian was worried after seeing them off, feeling like the team’s image was going to be ruined by that little shovel.
Jiang Ran comforted her, saying it was okay, how could that be possible, and then turned around to ping Orange in the little group chat without Bei Jiao, telling him not to talk to Bei Jiao when they got to Phase Three, as if they didn’t know each other.
Orange replied when they had already arrived at Phase Three, casually taking a photo—
Phase Three was a high-rise building complex a bit distant from the villa area. Like the villa area, it also had ski runs connected to the ski resort. When the ski resort was operating normally, one could ski in and out freely.
Today’s Phase 3 park was incredibly lively. The self-entertaining little park had already started construction. Some people were building a snowy slope with large shovels, while Beijiao was carrying a bucket, no one knew whose it was, filling it with snow using his small shovel.
Once a bucket was full, he carried it over to the slope, where several people took turns pouring the snow. Before long, a neat little jump ramp was built. They even had professional testers. The height and position of the jump were gradually tested by experienced park riders. Once it was ready, skilled riders could jump directly off the small jump, land on the railing of the nearby staircase, and slide down the long bar.
Aju was fully committed to her live broadcast duties. After filming Beijiao digging snow for a while, she posted another video shortly after, this time capturing Beijiao sliding the bar—
The bar was four or five meters long. He skillfully jumped onto it and performed a switch tail, with two-thirds of his board extending beyond the bar. Keeping his center of gravity low, he pressed one long leg outward! The bottom of his board scraped against the metal handrail, creating a screeching sound and even sparks. After completing the bar slide, he spun 180 degrees and landed steadily on the ground. He looked up, emotionlessly directing his gaze toward Aju’s camera.
The video recording ended, but Jiang Ran couldn’t help feeling that his final glance was directed at her through the lens. She instinctively moved her legs, which had been curled up on the couch, but fortunately, Qiu Nian and Li Xingnan didn’t notice…
She opened WeChat and sent Beijiao a private message: “Your bar slide was great.” And then, like a thief, she immediately exited the conversation window.
In the group chat, Aju was also singing praises.
[Huang Cancan: This dog plays in the park pretty well too. Did you hear the background girl’s screams? Wow!]
[Huang Cancan: This dog is so popular!]
Before Jiang Ran could reply, Huang Cancan sent another video.
In the video, a girl with a high ponytail and a prominent nose was clearly there to play on the park’s terrain features. She wasn’t wearing a helmet, only a sports head covering, and wore an oversized snowsuit… At this moment, she approached Beijiao, laughing as she wrapped her arm around his.
“Carving big brother, what’s going on with you? Today there’s no ski patrol to stop you, so why are you wearing a helmet? Hahaha, sliding bars and jumping small ramps, you see how many people here are wearing helmets at this point? It’s kind of cute!”
She hugged his arm, almost pressing her chest against it.
This was the first time Jiang Ran had seen Beijiao being touched by a stranger—he had only shown his eyes the whole time, yet he still attracted attention?
She slightly frowned, but not because Beijiao had been tainted by someone hugging him, but because of the phrase “carving big brother,” which reminded her of the group of people who had encouraged Beijiao to jump without a helmet.
[Huang Cancan: Oh my god, Beijiao didn’t even take off his face guard! If he did, these girls would go crazy!]
[Huang Cancan: @WhoseRanranDuck！！！]
Qiu Nian directly acted like a screaming chicken beside her: “Ahhhhhhhhhh take your dirty hands off our family dog’s arm!!!”
Not satisfied with just shouting, she sent a voice message again.
[Qiu Nian: Ahhhhhhh take your hands off her, she’s touching our dog, does she have no manners at all!!!?]
Jiang Ran was almost deafened by the noise. She watched the video with a blank expression, her heart calm and composed, and casually replied with two words: It’s okay.
[Huang Cancan: …]
[Huang Cancan: It’s okay?]
[Huang Cancan: Where is it okay?]
[Huang Cancan: Aren’t you the one who’s okay?]
Shouldn’t someone in their first love be full of possessiveness, quick to anger, jealous, and have high moral standards?
What exactly does “it’s okay” mean?
[Qiu Nian: …]
[Qiu Nian: You don’t like your dog.]
[WhoseRanranDuck: …]
[Qiu Nian: I like you, so I’m not that generous. If someone hugged your arm like that, I’d cut your arm off @Second Car]
Li Xingnan looked up: “Just saying the first four words was enough. That long sentence wasn’t necessary at all… I’m sitting right next to you, why did you mention me?”
After a while, probably about ten seconds later, there was a new live stream in the group.
[Huang Cancan: Oh, everyone sit down. It’s really okay.]
He sent another video, continuing from the one where the girl was hugging Beijiao’s arm.
The next second, the boy pulled his arm out from her embrace, looked down at her, and with a cold tone that was completely different from the affectionate and emotional one he used at home, asked: “Does it matter to you whether I wear a helmet or not?”
Jiang Ran closed the video and smiled with a calm voice, saying to herself: “I knew it would be like this.”
[Qiu Nian: …]
Qiu Nian looked up and said to Li Xingnan: “Take back that threat. If you were like that, I could be too.”
Li Xingnan: “You would’ve cut off your arm already before that.”
Qiu Nian: “I knew you wouldn’t be like that! You’re such a playboy!”
Li Xingnan: “You’re just looking for trouble because you’re full from breakfast?”
Qiu Nian grumpily said to Jiang Ran: “Let the mutt come back for lunch and open a male virtue class. Isn’t this something worth promoting!”
Jiang Ran smiled at her.
Qiu Nian was feeling sour and said to Li Xingnan: “They really don’t know how to argue. They’ll never argue. No one can provoke them!”
Li Xingnan just said “oh” and added: “You shouldn’t look for trouble when you’re full. In 90% of cases, we won’t argue either.”
…
The teenagers who were idle at home found their spiritual haven in the Phase 3 park.
In the morning, Jiang Ran almost knew what projects they had built, because every time she opened WeChat, every group was live-streaming; every time she opened a short video app, she could see the same scenes posted by people she knew.
At noon, Beijiao came back for lunch. As soon as he finished eating, he seemed to be in a hurry to leave, as if there were cacti on the chair. After finishing his meal, he threw his bowl into the sink and was ready to go out again.
Aju, the dog walker, had spent the morning building snow slopes and sliding bars for two hours. He couldn’t help but admit he was getting old and couldn’t keep up anymore. Watching Beijiao putting on his face guard in the foyer, his fatigue instantly peaked.
Qiu Nian asked Aju: “Why aren’t you moving yet? Aren’t you walking the dog anymore?”
Upon hearing this, Beijiao turned his head to look at Aju, his eyes flickering, it was hard to tell whether he wanted to be walked or wanted to walk by himself.
Aju waved his hands helplessly: “No need to walk him. He’s very self-aware. Saying he’s going skiing really means he’s going skiing… Some people stay at home and want to go out just to find someone to talk to, but he really wants to ski—this morning I didn’t see him talking to anyone voluntarily. He has the most complete helmet and protective gear, no need to monitor him.”
Beijiao was puzzled: “Why talk? Isn’t it for skiing?”
Aju shrugged his hands: “You see… I bet you, in two years, when we watch Jiang Ran’s dog-walking competition videos again, someone will definitely start cursing, saying ‘I told you it was really Beijiao, you didn’t believe me and insisted it was Jiang Ran.’”
Jiang Ran: “Thank you for your kind words.”
Jiang Ran handed Beijiao his helmet.
He put it on, then took it off again.
He pulled down the face guard like a Middle Eastern bandit, the well-covered face now revealing a patch of smooth white skin. He leaned in closer.
She took his helmet again, stood on tiptoe to put it on him, and kissed his cheek.
As she turned to retreat, Beijiao grabbed her back, kissed her face all over, and then, holding her shoulders, pushed her toward the sofa: “No need to see me off.”
At that moment, Jiang Ran didn’t feel much, after all, there was no underfloor heating in the foyer and she was wearing her pajamas. She didn’t go to the sofa, but instead went upstairs directly to take a nap.
She woke up from her nap, and the sunset was almost gone. The house was quiet. She rubbed her eyes, got up, went downstairs, and saw only Li Xingnan and Qiu Nian playing games on the sofa.
“Where are they?” She had just woken up, her voice still hoarse.
“They’re probably together. At one o’clock this afternoon, Aju couldn’t stay anymore and went out with his board again… Want a 98K? I have an extra one.” Qiu Nian stretched her neck to look at Li Xingnan’s screen, not even lifting her head to ask, “Wait, isn’t the mutt the one who sticks to you the most? He didn’t report to you what he was doing all afternoon?”
Jiang Ran had just woken up, feeling lazy all over, standing on the stairs without moving. After hearing Qiu Nian’s words, she only slightly frowned, but soon her eyebrows relaxed again.
She immediately took out her phone to call Beijiao, but he didn’t answer.
She raised her eyebrows.
Then she called Aju, who actually answered: “What’s up?”
“It’s getting late, why aren’t you coming back for dinner? Do you have to come back under the stars?” Jiang Ran leaned her arm on the stair rail, “Tell Beijiao not to play around anymore, and you too, it’s almost dark.”
She said casually.
She never expected that on the other end of the phone, Aju was even more confused: “What? The dog hasn’t come back? He’s not here!”
Jiang Ran was stunned: “You’re not at the self-built park of Phase 3?”
Aju: “I am, but he’s not—I wasn’t there when I arrived, I thought he had gone back? Wait a minute, let me ask these people if anyone saw him earlier?”
Jiang Ran’s heart beat faster. She shifted her feet on the stairs, changing her weight from her left foot to her right. After a while, she blinked and said: “Okay.”
After hanging up the phone, the other side went to look for people, while she held her phone for a few seconds, still in a daze. She tried calling Beijiao again, but he still didn’t answer… She sat down on the stairs on the spot, her heart suddenly panicking.
But she thought she was overreacting. When playing in the park terrain, they could go anywhere. Some even tied a rope to the back of a car and slid on the street. Their ways of playing were limitless—
He might have thought the Phase 3 area was too crowded and followed another group to play elsewhere in the afternoon.
Jiang Ran tried to convince herself, so she sat there with her heart racing and spaced out for a while. However, her heartbeat was too fast, fast enough to make her feel physically uncomfortable.
She slightly frowned, opened her phone, aimlessly clicked on a few apps, first checking the WeChat group. There were many new messages in the group, she opened a few to see what they were saying, but didn’t really read anything.
…She was too sensitive.
Like a bird startled by the sound of a bow, or like a lunatic.
She diagnosed herself emotionlessly.
Then she opened the short video app and scrolled aimlessly. Thanks to the app’s recommendation mechanism, sometimes the updates of content creators would be pushed to nearby users based on their location—
Jiang Ran accidentally scrolled to a familiar face—the girl who had hugged Beijiao’s arm that morning. She had just posted a video. In it, she and a group of people behind her were climbing up the mountain along the main road of Cableway A.
“Climbing and skiing! This is amazing, isn’t one A2 enough for us to ski the whole afternoon! No one can be more passionate about skiing than us!”
She laughed as she climbed, being protected in the middle of the group. Her camera focused on the people in front, then briefly scanned the back. When the camera swept back to the end of the line, Jiang Ran saw a figure in a black snowsuit.
She fell silent for a moment, her fingers instantly going numb from insufficient blood supply to her heart.
In fact, she already had the answer, but she was desperately denying it subjectively. Her mind buzzed, temporarily losing the ability to think rationally.
Jiang Ran temporarily paused, as comically as a condemned prisoner praying for a power outage so he wouldn’t have to die.
The comment section was filled with all sorts of remarks.
“Ahh, why didn’t you take me climbing!”
“Wow, it just snowed today, the snow on the mountain is pretty thick. I saw you hadn’t even reached halfway to the cable car yet, and it was already up to your knees. Be careful!”
“This is really backcountry skiing now. It snowed heavily in Jilin these days. If the ski resort were still open, they wouldn’t even need to make artificial snow…”
“Backcountry trees? Awesome, the snow on the mountain must be really deep now! Wide open powder fields?”
“Could there be an avalanche on this mountain?”
“Oh well, you guys really know how to have fun. You’re really restless.”
The girl replied to many of them, most of her responses were teasing, and it seemed like many of them were her acquaintances.
A pure stranger asked: “Can you climb this slope? Is no one managing Songbei Ski Resort?”
She replied: “You’re not supposed to climb, there are people watching. We’re sneaking around «smile with hand over mouth» «smile with hand over mouth»”
Jiang Ran couldn’t bear to watch anymore. She felt a surge of anger spreading through her chest.
She clicked the play button, and the video continued. The next scene showed a group of people laughing noisily, linked together like a line of grasshoppers on the slope. The vlogger herself wasn’t involved, she was filming—
“Hahahahahah I can’t believe it! It snowed so much these days that you can’t see anything. A fool stepped into a tree well and fell in up to his chest!”
At this point, the fool mentioned by her was already buried up to his chest in snow, but he was still laughing, reaching out his hands for the people outside to pull him up.
The people outside formed a human chain to pull him, but they couldn’t exert much force because they were laughing too hard… The only one near the nearly buried guy in black didn’t laugh. He was silent for a moment, then stuck his snowboard into the snow beside him and reached out to pull the guy.
Unfortunately, the guy who had fallen in looked heavy just from his head and half his body visible. He probably wasn’t mentally prepared, and as he pulled, he stumbled. Accompanied by a loud “crack” and the sound of hidden rotten branches and leaves breaking, the black figure was also flipped over and fell into the snow pit—
Everyone in the video was shocked, and a chorus of “Oh my god, the snow is really deep” and “Quick quick quick, help them out” echoed…
The female voiceover laughed out loud.
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