One winter in Haidian Town, Beijing, was cold so early many years ago, and unlike Hokkaido, it was cold and dry. It was as if the slightest moisture in the air had to be dried up by the cold air from Siberia. A young couple of eighteen or nineteen years old was laughing in the cold wind, in their eyes, these colds were just romantic blends, making their warmth evaporate so pure in the cold wind. The boy was carrying some New Year's goods in one hand, which the girl asked him to prepare for the upcoming Spring Festival, and gently held the girl's hand with the other. It was cold, and the girl brought only a pair of yellowish gloves with quarters. Although only the last finger is exposed, the tips of the fingers as white as shallots are still delicate and moving.

Holding hands, they walked into the family building of a university, which was from the seventies. It's a little old, but it's still neat and orderly. Each red brick is still so angular, and the hook in the middle is very straight, which looks so rigorous, just like the style of the people living in this building.

The doorbell rang, the door opened, and a middle-aged woman walked out. Medium height, fine skin, short hair over the ears. Although the clothes are simple, they are very rigorous and delicate from any angle, and they are impeccable. This is the boy's mother, who is very dignified, but from her joyful eyes, it can be seen that the mother has been waiting for this doorbell for a long time, and may even be hurrying to open the door. "Hello Auntie!" the girl greeted cordially as she handed out the New Year's gift in her hand. "Huiwen is so polite, and she still brings something!" the aunt smiled and refused to accept it. "A little care, it's the New Year, thank you for taking me in with you for the New Year!" the girl named Huiwen grimaced, smiled and stuck out her tongue. Auntie is not welcome, and happily follows.

The room is a typical three-bedroom apartment in Beijing, the room is not large, and the layout is simple. Four white floors, clear water floor, light green fabric sofa in the living room, and snow-white knitted cover on the backrest. A 20-inch color TV is covered with red satin,A pair of the most popular landscape Japanese speakers are placed on both sides,A huge record player in the middle is particularly eye-catching,The bright acrylic cover is as bright as crystal,The dark tonearm inside the cover,The dark suede record plate,And the walnut speakers on both sides,It is so elegant to match。 The most distinctive feature is a huge cabinet against the back wall, in which rows of vinyl records are neatly placed vertically. If you look closely, you'll find that this is a small classical record library, with works by many of Europe's greatest classical musicians from all periods, performed by famous symphony orchestras.

"Xiao Ke's father went to the field to hold a professional seminar again, and today the three of us will sit casually.

"Uncle is so busy, it's almost the New Year, and it's still like this!" the girl whispered.

"It's not, I don't go home all year round, I'm not busy with scientific research, or I'm at seminars all over the country, and Xiao Ke and I are often at home, and you feel a lot more lively when you come!"

"I'll be with you from now on, okay?" the girl tilted her head sideways and looked at her aunt obediently.

"Of course, in Auntie's eyes, you are already half of my daughter, and you are so polite!" Auntie looked very happy today. Xiao Ke looked at his mother's happy appearance, and glanced at the girl with satisfaction, and the two smiled tacitly.

"I just brewed a pot of green tea, Xiao Ke hurry up and bring it out!" The boy hurried to the kitchen, carefully brought out the tea tray and teapot and teacup, and the girl quickly poured three cups of tea, and handed it to the aunt with both hands, and they each took a cup. The tea was hot, and they tasted it slowly, one bite at a time, while nagging about the knife-like north wind outside and the dry and cold sky.

After resting for a while, the aunt said, "The dumpling filling and dumpling skin are ready, let's make dumplings together!"

"My favorite dumplings are my favorite. Auntie, you are from the south, you specially prepared these dumplings for me, right?" the girl clapped her hands gently. "Sort of!" Auntie didn't deny it, smiling sweetly.

The girl rolled up the sleeves of the sweater for the boy, and the boy gently rolled up the sleeves for the girl. The moment the boy's fingers slid over the girl's white arm, the girl's face turned slightly red. The girl took the boy's hand and followed the aunt into the kitchen.

"Huiwen take a look at the softness and hardness of this dumpling skin?" The girl gently picked up a dumpling skin, skillfully used chopsticks to pick up the filling and put it in the middle of the skin, squeezed it with both hands, and instantly completed a plump dumpling.

"Auntie's dumpling wrappers are really well done, with moderate hardness and softness. He gave a thumbs up and shook it slightly.

"It seems that my technique of making dumpling wrappers has improved!" said Auntie.

Girls make dumplings quickly, while boys make dumplings very slowly. The girl didn't care, she wrapped herself quickly.

"How is your relationship with your parents now?" asked the aunt with concern while making dumplings.

"It's not the same as it used to be, hey!" the girl sighed.

"Then you will celebrate the New Year with me this year, they will not have an opinion, right?"

"Don't worry, it won't. They, it's best to have my little brother with them, I'm an inconsequential girl in the family. The girl said in a deliberately long voice.

"Your parents are also high-level intellectuals, they have worked in big hospitals for so many years, why are they still so patriarchal?"

"The devil knows......," the girl replied helplessly.

"Hey! Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read. It doesn't matter, you've been in my house, as I said earlier, you're half my daughter. ”

"Mom. The girl shyly squealed, leaning closer to her aunt and glancing at the boy. The boy was so focused on fiddling with the torn dumpling wrappers that he didn't pay any attention to their conversation.

The dumplings were wrapped, the boy didn't wrap much, a little cursed, and the attentive mother saw it. He said: "Xiao Ke's dumplings are well cooked, he will be responsible for cooking the dumplings for a while, and Huiwen and I will be responsible for preparing the side dishes and oil and salt sauces." Both the boy and the girl cheerfully agreed. The aunt and the girl brought all kinds of delicate side dishes to the table, and told the boy not to forget to pour cold water into the pot.

The steaming dumplings were finally served, and none of them were broken, and the boy excitedly brought them to the table. The aunt and the girl tasted one first, and both said it was good, and the boy was even happier, clasped his hands behind his chest, and pulled hard with confidence.

The aunt enthusiastically added food to the girl and the boy, and the girl was a little polite and happily tasted them one by one. The amount of each small dish is not much, small pieces of smoked fish, salted duck, cold jellyfish skin, fresh seaweed, mixed spinach, everything is very exquisite, quite the charm of Hangzhou cuisine. The girl kept praising as she ate.

After eating, the girl rushed to wash the dishes. The aunt resolutely refused to let it, saying that it was okay to clean up the table, after all, she was still a guest, and she resolutely couldn't wash the dishes, and asked the boy to pull the girl to watch TV. The girl couldn't grab it, so she had to clean up the table, change the cups again, pour three cups of hot tea, and sit on the sofa with the boy to wait for the aunt.

Auntie quickly washed the dishes and cut a plate of apples and pears for everyone. The three of them ate fruit, drank hot tea, and watched a boring TV show. The girl snuggled up to the boy, and the mother fed a small slice of apple to the boy's mouth with a toothpick, and the boy chewed gently, waiting for the next slice to arrive. Watching the cartoon on the TV without moving, the three of them slowly enjoyed the direct sunlight in the wooden window in the afternoon.

Unconsciously, in the warm sunshine, both the mother and the girl slept on the sofa in a daze, and only the boy was still bored watching the TV show in a daze.

In winter, the days are very short, and before five o'clock, the sky is slowly getting dark, and the moon is up. The howling north wind began to rage again, and the wind blew the windows crackling, which was a little scary.

After dinner, the three of them sat on the sofa and chatted. But the more I talked, the colder it became, and the aunt took out a small blanket, opened it one by one, and covered it on the legs of the servants, and suddenly felt much warmer.

"You're a sophomore this year, what do you think about it in the future?" the aunt asked the girl with concern.

"I still want to go to the hospital for clinical practice after graduation, after all, in China, clinical experience and work experience are still very important. Now the hospital is developing very fast, and there are many doctors needed, and I want to wait for two or three years to wait for the postgraduate examination. Auntie, what do you think?"

The aunt thought for a while and said, "Our family is doing basic research, and we don't know as much about hospital work as you do. But I feel like you're still more mature in this idea. China is different from foreign countries, foreign countries have high requirements for doctors' academic qualifications, and in the past few years, I have been to several Western countries, and they all require a doctorate to practice medicine. So it's up to you to decide. You are more mature in thinking, unlike our Xiao Ke, my father and I are still more at ease when you do things. ”

"Then what does Xiao Ke think?" the girl also asked her aunt with concern.

"He's only a freshman, and he doesn't have any ideas of his own. After graduating from university, we want him to go abroad for further study, and after returning to China, we will handle the marriage for you, do you say it's okay?"

The girl bit her lip lightly, and the snow-white light reflected her flushed face. "I have no opinion, everything is up to you. The girl said softly, as if only she could hear it, as if she could hear her own heartbeat, and a burst of happiness arose.

It was late at night, it was dry and cold, Ke and his mother simply washed up and went back to their respective bedrooms. At that time, even in Beijing, it was rare for families to have a bath room in winter, and as long as conditions permitted, Huiwen had to take a bath happily, even in the coldest winter.

The hot water was very hot, and the small shower room was instantly covered with steam. Taking off his bathrobe, Huiwen quickly threw himself into the steam, and his marble-white body was also shrouded in mist, making it even more mysterious. Hot water pours out of the shower and flows down the long hair to the whole body. Huiwen closed her eyes slightly, raised her cheeks, and enjoyed the warm flow of water, and her body quickly warmed up.

Today, Huiwen felt an extraordinary happiness in her heart, and this happiness had never been seen before. She has found the home of her heart, without the previous caution and inexplicable uneasiness, she is about to become a member of this warm and happy family, her life will start a new chapter, everything is a dreamy vision.

Her slender fingers swiped over her toned and slender body, and when she saw the beautiful body in the mirror, Huiwen smiled faintly. She thought it funny to herself, this beautiful body was about to belong to a man, a man who had always regarded him as his brother, and this "he" knew how to enjoy this girl who loved him and this family deeply.

She and Ke met at a summer camp for middle school students in Beijing, when they were both freshmen of high school and came from different middle schools. The first time she saw Ke, she had the feeling of seeing a long-lost relative. Ke is not as tall and bold as the average northern boy, and they speak with a loud voice. Xiao Ke is not too tall, his face is delicate and fair, he speaks softly, he is a little shy when he speaks, and he doesn't have any Beijing accent. Huiwen was very curious about Xiao Ke, so she looked for an opportunity to talk to him.