The bell rang at the end of class, and I quickly got up and changed into my coat. I was at the same table as me and said I was going first, and the huhoo who sat in front of me turned around to let me study late and reminded me that the evening was the math teacher's self-study.
The wind blew harder out of school. The black-brown sky was blank and foggy, and the snow had spread down at the highest point. At the gate, there were several cart vendors, uncles and aunts wrapped in cotton aprons, sleeves around the neck, two hands inserted into a bumper, standing lost in the cold wind. The fashionable aunt who sold steamed buns with spicy strips, her fluorescent green plastic cotton clothes were also bleak in this dark sky. I wanted to see how cold the expression was, but the facial features were blurred, and the wind blew the line of sight shorter and shorter.
My face was very comfortable in the cold wind, the residual heat from the classroom was not gone, my face was like a burning piece of carbon, slowly cooling, and there was constantly fresh wind blowing on my face. I know this comfort can only last a while. Turning to the big hall, I hung up the mask, the flesh on my face was cold, and it would be red after a long time, I was not pretty enough, I didn't want to have a "red light stop" face.
At this time, the snow arrived, one after another, the sky was scattered, and the wind also stopped at this time, this is not only a macroscopic beauty, every snowflake has been carved like a magic, it has fallen from the sky, just like Sister Lin.
Snowflakes flock to the lamp in front of the auditorium, and the closer you get to the light, the more golden it becomes, like a glorious welcome stage in the night. My side was full of disappointment and envy. But in fact, the ground lamp is not gentle, it emits heat in addition to light, tempting silly white snow.
The small black alley behind the auditorium is my only way, and another big road is closer, open and has street lights, but that road is not familiar to me, although this side is a small black alley, but I have been a one-size-fits-all way home for many years, and I can go out with my eyes closed, and I am convinced before I meet a bad person or a suspected bad person (later I encountered a neuropathy that urinated on the road).
Once I crossed the alley, Yuanzi called me, she did not dare to cross the alley to let me pick her up, I said I was also afraid, deliberately did not pick her up, in fact, I am not afraid, I just think I am also a girl is also a person who came over, why should she be picked up. After a long time, there was a panicked and urgent running sound in the alley, getting closer and closer and louder...
I walked to the mouth of the alley, it was pitch black in front of me, I couldn't see the alley, I just knew that I was standing in front of the alley, the swirling wind wrapped in broken snow rushed out of the darkness, and the afterglow of the auditorium lights just let me see the broken white dots in the black wind.
At this moment, the space-time tunnel and the cosmic black hole have to enter, because I have to come back to study in an hour and a half.
The wind outside had stopped, and it turned out that they were all crowded here. Walking in the alley, I can't see my five fingers, the wind blocks the snow, and every strand of wind and every grain of snow is asking me where I'm going? Do you have to go? If the obstacle is so big, do you still want to go? Is that so big? What if it's so big? Still going, going?
I gradually forgot where I was going, vaguely remembering a little girl who had embarked on a snowy road to save her good friend, and her destination was an ice palace, and she was determined to find her good friend. I also went to look for my friends, but I forgot my friends as I walked...
I seemed to have seen Yuanzi in the snowy night, her face was white and glowing, and she followed her in a daze and stared at her house, the uneven terrain made the surrounding houses rise and fall, a road embedded in the middle slope, next to the black hole that slid down, I had to make sure that I walked on the road with ruts and footprints, double insurance, there was a goose-yellow window at the end of the road, and when Yuanzi said that this was her home, I was still in a trance.
As we walked into the house, the sound of the wind and snow suddenly stopped, and I smelled the warm smell of food, and I woke up from the romantic, the parting of life and death, and the earth-shattering joy and joy.
I looked around Atezi's house, which was half the size of their previous house, and I still recognized the furniture in the house, and the large picture frame of her twelfth birthday star was hung on the wall, she looked so ugly when she was a child, and she could barely determine that it was her after faintly recognizing several of her inherent characteristics from her face.
A single light is lit on the kang by the window inside, and the kitchen and coffee table at the door are hidden in the dark. Yuanzi took a plate of buns for me, I want to eat under the lamp, she is not allowed, she must sit on the sofa in the dark, we both sit next to each other on a hunched cloth sofa, looking at the bun and each other's bright faces, she is still old.
I asked her mom and dad about it, and she said one had gone out of town and the other had gone to work the night shift.
She gave me a bun, the dough was a roasted brown, but soft and collapsed in her hand. The twists and turns of this bun are obvious, first it was wrapped and steamed and did not finish eating, then it was roasted and eaten once and then it was not eaten, and the steaming drawer was hot once and it was not finished, and now it is in my hand. Yuanzi said that this was the bun that her mother had given her when she came back the day before yesterday, so I suspected that she had eaten the bun for three days.
Smelling a bad leek smell, the bun skin is estimated to be not good, I took a bite, worried about what to do after a few bites, "Dip this to eat!" Yuanzi scooped a spoonful of red juice into the bun in my hand. I took another bite.
Later I ate three large buns at her house, buns larger than all my fists. Seeing Yuanzi's triumphant face, I couldn't regret it.
Two young people have been separated for a long time, but they talk like neighbors who meet every day and suddenly move to invite me to their new home for dinner.
She pointed to a red picture frame hanging on the wall, which was several round creative splicing frames, each of which contained a photo, which was very designed. She told me that she made it herself, with a few discs that could not be seen, I was shocked, I bought it, and this picture frame is really fashionable, modern and simple, foreign and special, I think if I make one for my family, my mother must not come to praise. I want to learn, but I don't say it, I just say: definitely not made. She explained a bunch of discs that were also taken down to show me the back and how to wrap the wires to make them.
Yuanzi this time far away and returned with specialties, she gave me a piece of plaster pieces of the same thing, said that it is Hunan specialty wick cake, I ate just a sweet entrance that melted, she asked me good food, I said OK, she said this can also light the lamp, she used a lighter to light a narrow strip, I saw that the fire was dying and struggling, fei old nose did not know whether it was burned or blackened half of the cake, the fire was finally extinguished. Can this also be a wick, isn't it too bad?
She explained that it was put on for a long time, and she usually looked quite good. Although the taste is ordinary, it is impressive with its special function. The days burst with sporadic, sparkling fun.
I was going to study for the night, And Yuanzi came out to send me, and when I went out, I found that the snow had stopped and the world was quiet again. She will leave again in a few days, take a vacation internship, go to Shanghai to work and make money, this is all the reason why I am not happy to see her this time, and I am leaving again, my long winter vacation, I don't know how boring and lonely to be.
The snow beneath your feet creaked, and the new snow covered the old snow, which grew thicker and harder.
We often quarreled, three days a small quarrel five days a face, we did not have a common language, all the topics into comparison and fighting, she said that her down jacket is very warm, I have to say: "Am I not warm with this one!" "And reconciliation is as difficult to compromise as land-cutting reparations."
This time we finally didn't get into a fight, although we barely talked about anything other than eating. I don't ask her when she's leaving; when she'll be back, because I know she's going to leave and she'll be back, and asking her will reveal my desire to come back.
Yuanzi sent me to the big road, the road I abandoned when I came, the lights are bright, and after the snow falls, the road is brighter than the lights, a bright road.
She stepped on a half-meter-high cement pier and said you go, I watch you, can always send you out of this road, I can't look up at her with sour eyes, I turned my back to her and started walking, I thought maybe last time I should go to the alley to pick you up, next time! I'll definitely pick you up next time. I was almost at the exit and looked back to see that she was still there, I waved goodbye to her, I saw her waving at me too, and then she jumped off the cement pier and I turned and walked toward the school.
Soon I saw a black cart, the air was clear, the street lights were on, and the shadows at the school gate were illuminated, and I felt that the road back was on two feet.
There were people crowded in front of the vendors, people were chattering and chattering, but I had just finished a farewell sadly.
Goodbye my friend, you might as well not come back...
