It is said that many of the differences took place on a snowy day, as it seems to be more in line with the theme of parting.

Sad, melancholy, depressed......

In every parting that Su Ke experienced, God seemed to be snowing seriously.

At first, it was a light snow, swirling, and then drifting on the lonely rooftop.

The house is noisy and inextricably linked parents.

"Say, what is your relationship with that man?"

"What can it matter, you just don't want to believe me, what's the use of me saying so much!"

"You dare to fucking steal people and talk nonsense in front of Lao Tzu, you still have a fucking shame!"

"Su Qian, you get out-"

"Tell me the truth, did you sleep?"

"—roll—"

Then, there was the sound of the plate falling to the ground, boom-boom-boom, one by one, although separated by a wall, it seemed to really fall at Su Ke's feet.

She stood outside the door, and the foot she had put in the door was retracted after a moment's hesitation.

Grandpa said that no one can be angry all the time, but this time two months have passed, and her parents are still arguing.

She stood outside the door, watching the snow, and also at her father, who was about to fight her mother with a stick inside the door.

More than ten years later, she recalled this incident and said to Zhao Yilun: "At that time, my first reaction was to run. ”

She was eight years old, just like she was five, afraid of being beaten, afraid of being scolded. Only at the moment when she turned around and ran out, did she realize that she was not a child king, how could a child king be the first to slip away when her mother was beaten?

Before going to school, I told my father that he was going to come to school to pick her up, but he didn't come, and he missed the appointment again. Just like the mechanical pencil that had been in the window for a long time, he said he wanted to buy it for her, but he always put it off and didn't have time, so he kept dragging it until she didn't need a pencil anymore.

On those days, she could only choose silence.

Her father chose to be silent when her mother punched and kicked her, because she had seen the strange man make her laugh......

She chose to remain silent when her mother spoke ill of her father, because she had seen her father fight her mother more than once......

Sometimes she wonders if if she hadn't made the choice to run away that day, would everything have changed.

Or is it the same ending......

At night, it was really cold. My brother was sent to my grandmother's house, so for a long night, no one teased her to sleep anymore, and only the sound of her parents' quarrels accompanied her.

The snow outside seemed to be getting heavier, and she heard a large cloud of snow slip down the eaves with a muffled sound, and then more snow fell down the eaves. Squeak, squeak, squeak,

Amid the sound of snow and quarrels, she fell asleep, but not soundly.

She dreamed of the number two of the sun that she had drawn on the ground when she was five years old. Next to Sun 2 are watermelons, strawberries, white rabbit toffee, and mung bean soup.

There was a man squatting next to the mung bean soup, staring at Sun Two, who was he......

Instead, she was dreaming to her mother, and she was laughing.

But why, did she cry again?

It turns out that this is no longer a dream. She crouched in front of her bed, her eyes red and swollen.

"Su Ke, mom wants to go somewhere, are you willing to go with mom?"

"Will we ever come back?"

"Shhhh......h Won't be coming back. ”

"But I want my dad and my brother!"

"Don't be so loud!"

Suddenly, her mother held her tightly in her arms. She didn't feel so cold anymore.

But my mother was trembling, and she was shaking so much.

She choked up and said, "Mom really can't stay anymore, can't stay anymore......"

Su Ke was hugged tightly, she had trouble breathing, and the choices she made were just as difficult.

Choosing between mom and dad and brother, she really doesn't know who to choose.

Because she's so greedy and wants everyone to be by her side.

"You have to choose, Mommy can't stay here any longer!" the mother's tone was so strong that she even forgot that she was still a child, a child who would not make a choice at all.

She is entangled, she is angry, she does not understand, she is passive...... But all of this was only exchanged for a promise from my mother: "In three days, my mother will be waiting for you in the small park, and you will come to see your mother for the last time, or go with your mother." ”

Isn't there no choice? Why didn't you stay with this option, why didn't you have it?

Three days later, heavy snow was said.

When Su Ke stood under the street lamp in the early hours of the morning, his mother did not appear. When Su Ke waited until it was dark, his mother still didn't show up.

In the snow, she suspected she had counted the wrong time. She began to count, whether she counted wrongly, yesterday on the 20th, the day before yesterday on the 19th, and the day before yesterday on the 18th, so today's time is right.

No, I can't count it again. She counted unwillingly, but today she was wearing a glove knitted by her grandmother, and her four fingers were connected together, and she couldn't count it clearly.

"Yesterday on the 20th, the day before yesterday ......"

The math teacher didn't like her, it turned out that there was a reason, why couldn't she even count such a simple number correctly?

She took off her gloves anxiously, but the thread hanging around her neck and the buttons on her clothes were entangled, and she couldn't untie them, and finally sat down on the ground in a hurry.

"Yesterday on the 20th, the day before yesterday on the 19th, the day before yesterday-"

"Mommy, where are you, Mom-"

'Click-' The snow broke the branch and hit her head.

She felt that her head was getting more and more confused, and her mouth kept counting: "Yesterday the twentieth, the day before yesterday the nineteenth-"

I must have miscounted, my mother will come, she will talk and count......

She can talk and count. She comforted herself.

I must have miscounted!

She opened her legs, her feet sunk in the vast white, and a long trail of footprints was left on the fresh snow.

So, the next day, she went back and waited, but she didn't wait.

The third day is the same result.

On the fourth day, she didn't give up.

……

Countless three days passed. She realized that she hadn't counted wrong.

For the next fourteen years, it was always clear to her that she wasn't counting wrong.