A deep affection is not as good as the snow

On the seventh day of the first year, the snow fell a full ten centimeters thick, and the traffic in the past was reduced to sporadic figures, one careless, one fell on all four feet to the sky, ventured forward, explored the way in the snow, sent warmth in the snow, and walked in the snow, which is the local customs of southeast Hubei.

I stood at the door of the first-floor shop, feeling pity, approached, the other party climbed up, patted the snow on the body, and cursed and grinned in my mouth, "Mother, there was no road before, the ghosts did not take this road, now there is a road, and they still fall." Furious, I turned around knowingly, afraid to let people know that the road was mine.

The snow is getting thicker and thicker, the card friends have appeared, the snow day, the people who love the liveliness are crowded with the card field next door, greeting each other before entering the door, good spring, good new year, polite, cold noise, some people summarize the "battle results" of these days, some people lose miserably, some people win, everyone's expression suddenly appears on their faces, when they were young, movies in the village were screened, lively, noisy. Mahjong, tall, Parker, opening, grabbing cards, dealing cards, that moment quiet, concentrated, like a cultural relics expert looking at the antiques in front of him will focus all his energy on the deck, before the table everyone in the population "cards", win or lose, the waves are not alarming, some people paste cards, three people pay money, twitter regret typing a wrong word, self-harm, self-scolding. Reporting, typing, not on the number, quarrel began, red face, lost more, rolled up the sleeves of a fighting posture, time passed quickly, to the end, scolding and grinning began again, "ghost fight, fight, buy what is not good, have to lose money." This is the real "brand".

Naturally, my neighbor Xingge was there, and when he left, he slapped himself viciously, and the shrew scolded the street, and scolded himself again, "Hit again, chop your hand." The crowd listened, laughed, it was fun.