And he looked up at the sky, such weather, I am afraid that this year will be spent in the snow.

And he guessed right, it was indeed snowing, and the snow was very large, and it turned the whole city into a city of ice and snow.

While it wasn't too cold, he bought himself something to eat, and he wasn't too picky, just what he could eat, and after walking a few steps, he stopped slightly.

Someone followed him.

He spotted the little girl in the car mirror on the side.

It's her again.

He pursed the corners of his lips and said, "Just follow me."

He went straight into his apartment, closed the door, and when he stood at the window and looked out again, she was gone, the snow was still falling, and he saw flakes of snow fall from her shoulders, and then shake off the silver white.

Tang Yu folded some change on the table, he stood up, tomorrow this place will be closed, the boss is going to celebrate the New Year, so the business is not done, of course, he has no food to eat, and this family is the last one in this area is still open.

And tomorrow is the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, that is, the Chinese New Year's Eve.

The snow has been falling, and no amount of snow has stopped people from traveling and buying things, and the closer to the New Year, the fewer people are driving as if they are gradually decreasing, until this day of Chinese New Year's Eve, the pedestrians on the street, scattered, can also be counted.

Tang Yu folded himself to make a bag of instant noodles, and he sat on the sofa like this, watching TV, there were many delicacies on it, as well as the customs and customs of various places. As for him, he's just guarding a bowl of instant noodles.

The noodles are ready, he eats them one bite at a time, and he can't taste any taste, anyway, what this noodles, that noodles, in his opinion, are all one taste, the taste of instant noodles.

In the evening, it is the day of the New Year's reunion of every family, and on this day, it is not necessary to make dumplings, but to eat soup garden.

Tang Yuzhen is another bowl of instant noodles, he is waiting for the Spring Festival party to start, and he is also waiting for the noodles to be soaked.

At this moment, he sensitively heard what appeared to be a knock on the door outside.

Who.

He stood up and walked towards the door.

The door squeaked open, and he really didn't know who would come to visit him at this time.

The door opened, a cold wind and snow blew on his face, he didn't wear too many clothes, although it was cold, but he moved, still standing in the wind and snow so cold, it seemed, he was more icy, colder, and more lonely than the current wind and snow.

No one.

It's just that his nose smells a familiar smell, but he doesn't know where it came from.

And he looked down and saw a bag of things on the ground.

What is this?

He crouched down and picked up the bag, feeling the temperature from above.

What it was, he didn't know.

It seemed to be a lunch box, he opened the bag outside, and already saw the white simple lunch box outside, closed the door, and put the lunch box on the table, but he himself walked to the window, under the long row of street lamps, there was a thin figure stepping on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow. And the streetlights stretched his figure longer and longer, until he was out of sight.

Stupid, the corners of his lips pursed slightly, and he sat on the sofa again, and at this time, the Spring Festival Gala has begun, familiar joy, familiar hosting style, familiar program, just like in the past, maybe if you watch too much, you will feel a little boring.

Every year, but every year is indispensable.

He opened the lunch box that was still hot, but he saw dumplings like ingots inside, still hot......

He couldn't help but clip one and put it in his mouth like this.

I don't know what it feels like, all of a sudden, his heart warmed up like this, just because of a dumpling.

And the dumplings, really delicious.

Especially the one inside, he tasted the taste of shrimp.

And then stained with sour sweat on the side, to be honest, in such a winter, this is something that he will never forget in his life. Yes, he will never forget it for the rest of his life, they all say that he may not feel much in the snow.

However, now I understand that this is the charcoal in the snow, and this is what it is.

When he needed it most, he was sent what he wanted the most, and what he lacked the most.

On this night, he ate dumplings and watched the Spring Festival Gala, to be honest, he didn't feel how sad this year was, at least, he also ate dumplings.

The snow is still falling, and I'm afraid that this year will really be spent in the snow.

The sound of firecrackers can be heard from time to time outside, and after eating a bowl of dumplings, he touched his stomach that was a little supportive, very delicious, especially the shrimp, but I don't know, if he can still eat it tomorrow, maybe he needs to save some for tomorrow.

However, it is a little too late to say this.

Because the dumplings in this big lunch box have been eaten up by him, and there is not even one left.

"Let's eat instant noodles tomorrow," he laughed at himself, he had never hated going to the New Year as much as he did today.

On the first day of the new year, there is still snow, and it seems that there is endless snow, constantly falling and melting from the sky, and the ground has been covered with a white expanse, except for white sheets, there is nothing else, so white and pure, it seems to wash away all the dust in the world.

In the evening, the TV show was still related to the Chinese New Year, he changed the channel, or, until he changed to a TV series, he watched it absentmindedly.

Took a piece of instant noodles, he was just about to boil himself for a bubble, but he heard a knock on the door, he hurriedly put down the instant noodles, people also walked over, opened the door, there was still no one outside, some were just snowy winter, and the clever wind, from time to time blowing on his face, like a knife hurt.

And there was a bag on the ground, and he lifted it, and it was very hot between the touches.

It's boiled.

He walked in and opened the lunch box, sure enough, it was still dumplings, he couldn't help but take a bite, sure enough, it was still the taste of yesterday, it was delicious, and his stomach was also gurgling, he was afraid that he was really hungry. Walked to the balcony, the street lamps outside are still shining on the very empty road, in the past, at this time, the cars coming and going, I am afraid that they are also endless, and now, on the empty road, it is only one in the past, but it is also very clean, and it is rare.

And there was not a single person on the road.

He walked out, took the chopsticks and ate the dumplings in the bowl, the TV series on TV was broadcast episode by episode, as long as the stomach was full, it seemed that his mood would also improve, even if he was still lonely, but people should learn to adapt to loneliness.