Yuanzi turned her head to look at the man. Although they said they had seen him before, she didn't think about it very much. There were too many people she would meet every day. If it weren't for any intersection, no one could remember the passers-by who met once.

"How did Mr. Gong Yu remember us? I have no impression of Mr. Gong Yu at all."

Gong Yu Qingchen smiled, "I have a good memory."

"Mr. Gong Yu is so modest, he doesn't have a good memory, it's very good." He has only seen it once in a total of time, and he has never even communicated with him, but the other party can remember them. I have to say that his memory is amazing.

He didn't notice this person at the amusement park that day. Conan thought something was wrong with this person and deliberately went up to make a cliché, but there was no result.

"Can Mr. Gong Yu remember everyone he has met?"

"That's not, I can only remember those with characteristics." Gong Yu Qingchen took out a book from his suitcase and handed it to the garden in front of him.

"I will create my novel characters based on some characters I have seen in reality. I happened to go out to find inspiration that day. I felt that your image was suitable after all, so I was quite impressed."

The garden took the book, and the cover of the book contained four big words "Silent Snow Ridge". Below is a snow mountain. There is a small villa on the top of the snow mountain. Several backpackers are climbing to the top of the mountain.

The entire book cover is in a gray tone, and the sky is misty, with a depressing atmosphere.

Seeing the garden open, Gong Yu Qingchen reminded me considerately, "I am writing a horror novel, which is quite scary."

Yuanzi was a little curious about what he said, "Does there be characters in the book that look similar to ours?"

"You two don't have one, but there is that little Conan."

"Conan?" Guaikawa raised his eyebrows. Could it be that someone discovered the true meaning of the God of Death and wrote the God of Death into the book?

"Yes. There was a ghost in the book that I hadn't decided to use any image. Later, when I met Conan, I thought the child's image was quite good, so I used it."

Hunkawa Shun was quite interested in this, "Can you give me one? I'll take it back to make a gift for him."

Conan's ghost, I hope Conan will like it.

"Yes." Gong Yu Qingchen's eyes were curved and he did not refuse.

"What story does this book tell?" Yuanzi flipped through the catalogue and recalled that it was a horror novel, but she had not opened the first page of the main text for a long time.

"Tell me the story of a few clubs traveling because of the wind and snow blocking the road and encountering various ghosts in the snow-river villa." Gong Yu Qingchen concisely summarized the general content.

"Are there dead people?" If it were horror novels such as ghosts, then few people would probably survive.

"It's all dead." Gong Yu Qingchen raised his eyes and looked at the villa in the snow, and an inexplicable arc appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Ah..." The garden was a little afraid to see it. They happened to be in the mountains, and there was snow on the mountains. Such a similar scene, you might be afraid to fall asleep after watching it at night.

"Haha, it's not that scary! After all, in my book, people's hearts are much scarier than ghosts..."

The car stopped on the side of the road up the mountain. Gong Yu Qingchen got out of the car and carried his suitcase to the mountain.

At this time, several people had arrived in the villa, and two cars were parked in the parking plaza at the door. Gong Yu Qingchen walked around the villa before ringing the doorbell of the villa.

A beautiful woman opened the door and saw that he was coming. She shouted inside. After a while, footsteps came from the stairs, and a man with long hair and quite thin stride quickly walked down from the upstairs.

As soon as he saw Gong Yu Qingchen, his eyes lit up, "It's really Mr. Gong Yu!"

"Hello, I am Akira Tanabe, a loyal fan of "Silent Snow Ridge"!" He took Gong Yu Qingchen's suitcase and took him into the living room of the house.

The fireplace in the living room was burning with firewood, and sparks flashed on the dry firewood. The warm heat made Gong Yu Qingchen warm up suddenly.

He smiled and dealt with the man who claimed to be his fans, and his eyes looked around the house without a trace. The villa was said to be a villa, but it was somewhat like a Western-style castle, but it was not as big as an ancient castle.

The layout of the villa is also quite in the medieval Western European style. The height of the living room is quite high, with a gorgeous glass lamp hanging above it, but the light is not bright, with a dim tone of the old century.

In this villa, whether it is the huge murals on the wall or the sofa sitting beneath it, there is a strong sense of classical atmosphere.

His gaze slowly swept over the owner of the housekeeper, Ms. Curia, who was sitting on the sofa, and he met this lady by chance and was not familiar with her. It was the first time she came to this villa.

Because of some things in the past, he did not like this kind of villa with a strong medieval atmosphere. This always reminded him of the blood-stained villa and the past he wanted to abandon.

"Miss Road, how many people will come to this party?"

"Plus you are eight." Curtain smiled and its wavy curly hair dyed red drooped to its chest, carrying a unique charm of mature women.

"I rarely come to this villa yesterday. Yesterday I specially invited someone to come and clean it as a venue for the party. Not only that, I also prepared surprises..."

Speaking of the word surprise, the smile on Maluoya's face became deeper, and his eyes were flowing, and he looked at Tianbian.

In just a moment, the two of them looked at each other as if nothing had happened.

Gong Yuqingchen's eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint light appeared in his dark brown eyes.

......

The sun slowly moved to the top of his head, and the snowflakes in the forest reflected dazzling light under the sunlight. Shangchuan and the garden walked along the stone-built viewing road to the top of the mountain.

Although it is a scenic spot, there are no tourists due to the cold weather. Along the way, I saw nothing except Shun Kawakawa and Yuanzi.

The cold wind blew on his cheeks, bringing a wave of coldness, but the heat generated by climbing completely dispelled the coldness of winter. The ice and snow on the road had melted, but they still had shallow water stains, which splashed around as the boots fell.

Shangchuan Shun used his umbrella as a hiking pole and walked up the mountain with the garden.

When I climbed to the middle, the garden looked back and looked down. The vision was wide in my eyes and my mood was particularly bright. "Winter is sometimes pretty good, and heavy snow is like covering the mountains and trees with a white quilt. Ah Shun, what season do you like?"

"If you should say which season you like, I like autumn. There is no coldness in winter, no hot summer, a single coat and a coat, the temperature is just right."

"Spring is also good, the cherry blossoms are full of trees that look very beautiful!"

"Yes, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons change, and every season is very good." Especially in the world of Kexue, you can experience the characteristics of each season every few days.

“Tired?”
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