The next day, it was still snowing, and while Jian Zhen was surprised that his family had prepared clothes for him in advance, he couldn't help but look at the flying snow outside the window. It's really beautiful, Jian Zhen admired in his heart, he couldn't describe it in words, just the snow itself was already beautiful, and there was still no need to add any gorgeous rhetoric. The second and third periods had a 20-minute morning exercise, which was naturally stopped because of the snow.

Jian Zhen walked out of the classroom with nothing to do, took a deep breath, and slowly leaned against the corridor, watching everyone go.

Idle.

"Hello classmates, where is class 5?"

Jian Zhen came back to his senses and looked at the person, who was a middle-aged man dressed plainly, wearing an old, washed white coat, which made Jian Zhen can't help but think of his father, who is also thrifty. Mud-colored trousers, a pair of pull-back shoes on his feet, and the cuffs of the pants are covered with mud. Holding a bag of clothes in a woven bag in one hand, his eyebrows are tightly locked, his eyes are like wrinkles covered with wind and frost, full of vicissitudes, but his expression is very calm.

"Over there!" Jian Zhen pointed to the left.

"Thank you!" the middle-aged man nodded in thanks and hurried to the left.

The appearance of the middle-aged man was like a stone projected into the calm lake, causing ripples, and soon it was calm. After a pause, what should the people around him do and continue to do something, Jian Zhen also continued to be in a daze.....

"Dad, why are you here?" At this time, a girl ran out of the classroom in the fifth class in a hurry. Glancing around, looking back, his expression was a little nervous, and as he spoke, he pushed his father out of the corridor, frowning slightly.

"Isn't it snowing? I'm afraid you're freezing, so I'll bring you some clothes!" said the middle-aged man, handing the clothes in his hand to his daughter.

"Dad, I'm not cold!!I know what to wear, clothes and whatever, you go back quickly!"

"How is this going to work? It's so big in the snow?"

"Okay, I'll put on the clothes later, you can go back first!" The girl frowned for a moment, her tone was complaining, she nodded helplessly, brushed the hair from her ears, and quickly took the rustic-looking bag of clothes from her father's hand. Turning around and going back to the classroom, he naturally put the bag of clothes behind his back......

From November onwards, winter seems to come quickly, with the nights getting longer and the days getting shorter, no more and no less, and still 24 hours to fill the gap. Before five o'clock in the evening, Jian Zhen looked out and saw that it was pitch black. Whenever this time, Jian Zhen, who has nothing to do, likes to be in a daze, dragging his head, and his thoughts begin to fly, sometimes becoming a swordsman with swords and swords, sometimes immersed in the world of the game, and sometimes being "moved" by the love story that he imagines himself.

The best time to fantasize is in the dead of night, lying in a warm bed, like a cat curled up in a ball, burying its head deep in the pillow. There are all kinds of noises, breathing sounds, and sound of sleeping around them, and there are only various fantasies about self-unreality.

And after washing up and sending away the senior brother who wanted to play chess with him, Jian Zhen felt that he had slept, closed his eyes, and thought about a rigorous question, pestering him for a long time, to be precise, troubled.

Sleeping, closing your eyes, and opening your eyes is dawn, this thing is amazing. Like a movie lens, the screen goes black, leaving a few lines of words: years later......

In the same way as the previous theory of time envisioned by Jian Zhen, he raised his head and closed his eyes, and after a moment he opened his eyes again, it was already three years later, four years later, ten years later.....

The next second I opened my eyes, could it be dawn? Jian Zhen thought to herself, the answer was yes. As long as you fall into a deep sleep, it must be dawn when you wake up.

But what Jian Zhen doesn't understand is why when people get older, the less likely they are to sleep, and the sooner they wake up. The younger you are, the longer you sleep, and the corresponding degree of feeling about the passage of time. A voice told him in Jian Zhen's heart that the time he felt was still passing slowly, but it was faster than the speed of elementary school. Six years is like sixty years.

So where do people go when they die?

Why is it that when you close your eyes and fall into a false sleep, your mind calms down, and your mind travels through your body, imagining it as a closed circuit in your mind, and there will be an electric current flowing through your body to the touch?

Who was I who asked that question a second ago? If I didn't say I did, who was it?

Will you think about this situation in a few years?

In the warm quilt, Jian Zhen couldn't help but cross his hands together, sandwiched them between his thighs, leaned sideways, and buried his body deep in the quilt.......