The night was accompanied by a few scattered snowflakes, and it became a vessel—birth.

Bursts of cold air hit the muscles and bones, and the faint snowflakes fell into the collar, which couldn't help but make people shudder. The snowflakes flying in the air just stood trembling on the ground, and the beauty of the moment dissipated in the messy footsteps. As soon as the lights were turned on, many shops on the street were closed, as if they were taking advantage of these few pieces of snow to find a reason for themselves to be lazy.

Before leaving, "Brother Xian" took the map of the city and looked at it several times, and planned several routes, one of which took the shortest time for himself to come back, and one along the "education line" bus line, you can enjoy all the schools on the line along the way. It was decided that "Brother Xian" went out in the middle of the afternoon, followed the bus from a distance, from south to north, and then from north to east, and then crossed the southeast corner, and soon arrived at the destination.

Foggy and gloomy weather, it always makes people feel a sense of depression, feeling that the sky is like an inverted big iron pot, supported by several high-rise buildings in the distance, there will always be a feeling that people feel swaying and buckled. "Brother Xian" looked at the sky, and deliberately rode around the four circles, and found that there are four or five universities in the vicinity, but the most famous in the east of the destination, the five provinces in the northwest are also among the best comprehensive universities, and the dream place of many students. When they turned back, the snow began to fall, and it soon became dark, and the lonely and straight pole lit up with a dim light.

According to the address that Mr. Zhang told him, there was a road that only allowed one car to pass in one direction, and the bare brick walls on both sides were mottled with paint brushes. The sidewalk is relatively spacious, many cyclists walk on it, "Brother Xian" also follows, on the low shrubs and withered grass on the roadside, you can vaguely see a handful, a handful of snowflakes gathered into one, a blooming "magnolia".

After walking a few steps, there was a simple community gate, there were few words left on the door post, only the words "company family home" could be seen, which was full of red brick exposed brick 5-storey houses, scattered lights projected from the window pane, submerged in the bright light of the street lamps. "Brother Xian" passed by the gate, walked inside, and then returned to the opposite side of the gate, found a nearby commissary, inquired, it was the place that Mr. Zhang told him, and asked again, whether there were other small doors, side doors, etc., and asked the commissary grandmother impatiently said: This young man, I have lived here for half my life, what else do I not believe!

"Brother Xian" nodded embarrassedly after hearing this. Teacher Zhang didn't tell him, and he didn't know the specific building, floor, or room number, he pushed the car towards the gate of the community, and politely asked the janitor, the uncle with a cigarette, and kept shaking his head at the two names he said. Look at the right side of the gate, there is only a wall, there is not even a place to block the snow, so I went back to the opposite side of the gate, the car stopped under the eaves, pulled the collar of the clothes up, bought a meat bun in the store next to it, leaned on the car, eating hot, and watched the people coming in and out of the gate of the community on the weekend. So while it's time for dinner, I can only wait here for the rabbit, planning to surprise her.

The pedestrians on the road became more and more scarce with the increase of snowflakes, and occasionally someone would ride out from the darkness in the distance, gracilessly pass by, and fly into the darkness at the other end without looking back. Looking up at the night sky like the bottom of the pot, the tentacles are cold to the bone, and I can't find a trace of "stunner" that can make people feel happy.

"Brother Xian" has been standing under the eaves, close to the charcoal stove of the pancakes in the shop next to him, and he can get a little warmth, but in the intently searching, the heat accumulated in his body due to a meat bun is slowly being released - when the store closes, "Brother Xian" looks at his watch, only to find that he has been standing here for more than an hour, and the owner of the shop next to him smiled and signaled, and pushed the car to the intersection with a smile.

As soon as he turned around, under the light at the gate of the community, "Brother Xian" saw the familiar figure of the group of three, as well as Zhao Zhigang and another girl, walking along the right wall towards the front. He wanted to call them out, but for some reason, he suddenly had the idea of "peeping" and "following" in his heart.

"Brother Xian" has been walking along the sidewalk, walking in the shadow of the tree, keeping a distance, looking at the three people on the opposite side continue to walk forward, stopped at the door of a "Malatang" for a while, the three of them walked in, sat at the door opposite, close to the position of the cash register, there are basically no customers in the store, the waiter came over and gently pulled the glass door, there is only a little fog on the glass, "Brother Xian" stands outside, you can see the inside clearly.

Zhao Zhigang and Zhang Xuemei sat on one side, the girl sat opposite Zhang Xuemei, the waiter stood next to him, the three of them ordered food, gobbling up in the mist, Zhao Zhigang from time to time gave the things on the bamboo skewers to Zhang Xuemei and the girl - "Brother Xian" just held the increasing snowflakes, looking at the steaming scene, his body couldn't help but feel even colder, so he rubbed his hands in the open space next to him, and ran slowly in a small circle; full of wine and food" leaned on the chair and chatted about something, and suddenly covered his mouth and laughed; the fog on the glass door slowly increased, and he clearly saw Zhao Zhigang rubbing her tied hair with the hand stretched out behind Zhang Xuemei; Zhang Xuemei took out a tissue from the table with her fingers and handed it to the girl and Zhao Zhigang, but Zhao Zhigang didn't answer, pouted and leaned towards Zhang Xuemei, Zhang Xuemei looked at the girl shyly, picked up the tissue symbolically, and wiped it on his mouth-

"Brother Xian" looked at these with his eyes fixed, the slightly hot soles of his feet were much more comfortable, turned around and walked forward, standing under the street lamp under the obstruction of the branches, looking up at the black and oppressive sky by the light, the snow began to slowly get smaller again, and there was a thin layer on the ground-

Behind him, there was a constant sound of the soles of his feet colliding with the snow, and perhaps the white elf would give people a wisp of lucidity, turning in front of him rhythmlessly, mocking the hopeful in the night. Suddenly, it came to the face, cold, as if it had been slapped hard, and the blood of the whole province was crowded to that piece. Surrounded by the cold night, the snowflakes that had been sympathized with added a white terror to the night, mocking the lone wanderer in the night.

Ghost brother - a male voice behind him, with uncertainty and hesitation and surprise. "Brother Xian" heard a slightly familiar voice, instinctively moved into the dark shadow, and felt that he was being recognized, and moved out in shame, and turned around to see the three of them coming out of the store at some point, and they were already standing on the sidewalk behind him.