"Damn, this kid is even more straight than me. Do you know how far he is?" Lin Yian gave an example, "Even if a beauty with a bulge in front of him takes off naked, he will not think about the ones that are not there. He will only wonder, do you say that this person is so clean, is she cold?"

"..." Jing Xian couldn't think of any rebuttal for a moment, so he had to touch his nose and said, "From my observation, I think what you said makes sense."

"Is it?" Lin Yian's joints gently rubbed his chin, looking thoughtful, "Tsk, counting, only Miaomiao and Er'er are very good at this group of kids, but Miaomiao is a girl."

"What's wrong with the girl's doll?" Jing Xian couldn't help it and continued, "Young Master Lin, have you said nothing?"

Lin Yian looked up and said, "What are you talking about?"

Jing Xian said a deep and hummed, then watched him slowly spit out eight words: "The big orange has been settled, and the lilies are blooming."

"..." Lin Yian stopped her wild imagination in time, "Come on, Brother Xian, you are looking at people with a charity. Just knock on Qin Ke and Xie Xiao's CP, why are you still knocking my child?"

"You, an elderly person, don't understand?" Jing Xianli said with confidence, "In this era, learning to form a CP is also an art."

"Yes, forming a CP is an art." Lin Yian nodded in agreement, and then changed the subject, "But your art can enter the hall, but you can't enter the mourning hall, right?"

Good guy, this is fucking outrageous.

CPs can beat themselves by themselves, but they cannot save the masses. If the pair of CPs in Jing Xian's mouth knocked down, Lin Yian felt that he had been saved on the spot.

...

In the afternoon, 4:20.

Hengshan Ski Resort.

Lin Er leaned at the door of the Hengshan office, staring at the news on his phone absent-mindedly, and occasionally looked up inside.

The small office was already filled with anxious tourists. The comforting voices of the relevant staff of the office and the complaints of the tourists were intertwined, making people's heads ache.

The young man in the office uniform was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He kept explaining to the anxious tourists with anger: "Everyone is calm, don't be impatient! Please be quiet first, listen to me, okay!"

The young man hoarsely: "The news from above said that they have sent relevant personnel here. Although the winding highway is being cleaned up in an emergency, the traffic is still not available so far. If you want to go down the mountain, you can only wait tomorrow."

A tourist asked anxiously: "What about the cableway? Can't the cableway go down the mountain?"

The young man had no choice but to spread his hands and said: "The cableway is covered with ice, and it will be dangerous to derail when it is operated. It has been suspended."

Just as the words fell, the tourists who squeezed into a box of canned sardines in the room began to talk:

"With this efficiency, can you still do it here? If not, just turn to someone else, and you can't even do this little thing."

"It would be fine if I couldn't go down the mountain yesterday, but today is not OK. If I wait until tomorrow, it won't work, what should I do?"
Chapter completed!