On November 8, 2015, the first snow fell in the north, on a bridge in C City, IT elite Ma Xuewen sat on the railing and looked into the distance, the night was bitterly cold, the snowflakes put on a silver-white heavy armor for the city, and the bridge deck cars shuttled back and forth, and his back looked slightly thin.

Picked up the second pot head in his left hand and poured it hard, but this spicy warm current could not cover the chill emanating from his body, only thirty-year-old Ma Xuewen was in his prime, and as the manager of a local technology company, he looked proud of the spring breeze on weekdays, compared with the decadent appearance at the moment.

Three months ago, Ma Xuewen's wife Zhang Tingting had a serious illness, which brought ruin to the family that was in the entrepreneurial period and was not wealthy, Ma Xuewen transferred the company that had just developed at a low price, sold the house and car, but still did not take his wife back from the hands of the disease, since Zhang Tingting left, Ma Xuewen was in a slump, drunk all day long, five years ago the car accident caused his parents to die, he experienced a blow, and then met his wife to start a family, dependent on each other.

thought that this qiē was a good beginning, but fate played a joke on him that he couldn't bear.

"Tingting, do you remember? I once said that the greatest luck in this life is to be your last man, and the biggest regret is that I can't be your first love, hahaha!" Ma Xuewen took another sip of the wine bottle, and tears fell like rain with sad laughter. "I always thought that there was no result in the past, just for the sake of the future, I lost my parents and met you at the saddest time for me, it was you who let me out of that past, it was you who told me to be strong, but I didn't expect to lose you again now, God! What did I Ma Xuewen do wrong, you want to do this to me!"

Ma Xuewen covered his face with one hand, low head and cried, in this thirty-year-old northern man, he could not see any vitality, alcohol made him anesthetized, but he couldn't help but think of those painful pasts, the cold wind blew, the snow fell, and the figure on the railing that had already froze floated down, this is not Ma Xuewen's way of choosing to escape from reality, but God played a joke with him again, and he fell with the railing that was not solid.

"Xuewen, get up and eat, and pack up and go to school in a while. ”

In a remote mountain village in Y County, typical farmhouse mud houses stand in rows, and in the earthen houses on the far left, which are only more than 40 square meters, a woman in her thirties is bending over to add fire to the stove, and her mouth is constantly muttering about household chores.

Hearing this voice, Ma Xuewen, who was sleeping on the kang, suddenly opened his eyes, sat up and looked at the familiar Yiqiē, stunned, after a while, he looked around, the walls of the room that greeted him were pasted with layers of newspapers, and on the door hung a calendar distributed free of charge by the post office, and in the direction of the kang was a black and white TV, as well as a light blue old-fashioned wooden cabinet.

At one end of the kang is a wardrobe with a complete set of wooden cabinets, and above it are two crimson leather suitcases, which are familiar to Ma Xuewen, who has lived in this house for seventeen years, and is also the place where he was born and raised.

Looking down at the quilt covering his body, the old-fashioned mandarin duck pattern, and the black schoolbag on the edge of the kang, it is undoubtedly not reminding Ma Xuewen that he is lying at home seventeen years ago at the moment, this year he was thirteen years old and just entered the first year of junior high school, put on the clothes and pants placed on the pillow, and stepped on the uneven land, although it is not as bright and tidy as the city floor tiles, but it gives him a different kind of steadfastness.

Pushing open the dilapidated wooden door of the inner room, the woman who spoke was squatting on the edge of the stove, holding a spoon in her hand and frying eggs on the coals, the small outhouse kitchen was full of aroma, and there was a faint smell of smoke inside, Ma Xuewen took a deep breath a little greedily, looked at the familiar and kind back, and quickly stepped forward to hug the woman and shouted: "Mom!"

"It's useless to call me, the money is all in your dad's, I can't help it if he doesn't buy you a bicycle, I'm saying that the family doesn't have money now, so you can ride the car that your lady doesn't want first, and when you have money in the fall, let your dad buy you a new one." ”

The woman did not look back, reached out and squeezed a small handful of salt from the stove and sprinkled it on the fried eggs, and said: "Hurry up and eat, leave early after eating, study hard at school, and don't make a big effort in the countryside after being uneducated like me and your father." ”

Ma Xuewen didn't let go, but hugged him tighter and tighter, he knew that this was a dream, but this dream was so clear and so real that he couldn't help but burst into tears, how good it would be if he could stop time forever at this moment.

The woman did not pull Ma Xuewen's hand away, and still concentrated on frying eggs, for such a family, it is already a luxury to be able to eat eggs on weekdays.

Ma Xuewen snuggled on his mother's back and cried softly, he wanted to cry unbridled in his dream, but he was afraid, he was afraid that he would wake up from this dream, and he was even more afraid that he would wake up lying on the cold hospital bed, the bridge in City C was not very high, and there was a river below, so even when he fell, Ma Xuewen didn't think that he would die completely, although he also wanted to do a hundred, but his wife told him a second before closing his eyes that he would remember to sweep her grave and burn paper every year in the future, Ma Xuewen agreed, so he couldn't die.

In this world, in addition to his parents, the only one who knows him best is Zhang Tingting, she is very afraid that Ma Xuewen will be bent on seeking death after she leaves, so she uses this way to let him live well.

When Ma Xuewen was tired of crying, he suddenly found that his mother Wang Xianqiu was also bowing her head to wipe her tears, in the city, a woman in her thirties should have delicate and fair hands, but Wang Xianqiu's hands were full of chapped cuts and were extremely rough.

"Mom, what's wrong with you, I don't cry, don't cry either. Ma Xuewen was a little panicked, although he had never seen his mother cry when he was a child, but in his dreams he didn't want to see his mother cry.

Wang Xianqiu wiped away his tears, got up and filled a bowl full of rice, buckled the egg in the spoon on it, and knocked it on the edge of the bowl until all the egg crumbs and oil fell into the bowl.

"Ate them all and went to school. Wang Xianqiu did not answer Ma Xuewen's words, but was busy by herself, maybe in her heart, the pressure in life is not necessary to say to a child, as for what Ma Xuewen has to do, that is, to study hard, be admitted to university in the future, be able to find a job in the city, and do not need to go back to the countryside to count it as a complete merit.

Ma Xuewen picked up the bowl and didn't dare to continue to ask, he enjoyed the current qiē very much, so he didn't want to break it, he just wanted to live in a dream forever without waking up.