The wind was blowing so hard that the snow flakes flew through the air like torn cotton wool, falling in all directions aimlessly. There is a white road at the foot of the wall on the left and right, which seems to have two wide sides of the stone road full of cement in the middle.

There are pedestrians and sedan chairs carried by two people on the street. They couldn't fight the wind and snow, and they showed a wince. The snowflakes fell more and more, white and white all over the sky, falling in all directions, on umbrellas, on the roof of the sedan chair, on the sedan chair driver's hat, on the faces of pedestrians.

The wind played with the umbrella and blew it in all directions, and once or twice it even blew it out of the hands of pedestrians. The wind roared in the air, and its mournful sound mingled with the footsteps on the snow, and it became a strange music, which pricked the ears of passers-by, as if to warn them that the wind and snow would rule the world for a long time, and that the bright spring would not return.

It was already evening, and the lights on the side of the road had not yet been lit. Everything in the street fades into the gray twilight. The road was full of water and mud. The air is cold. A hope inspires pedestrians who struggle to walk down a secluded street – a warm, bright home.

"Third brother, hurry up," said an eighteen-year-old young man, holding an umbrella in one hand and the lower panel of a cotton robe in the other, and turned his head to look behind, his round face was red from the cold, and he had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.

The younger brother who walked behind was a young man of the same figure and wearing the same clothes. He was a little younger, and his face was thinner, but his eyes were very bright.

"It doesn't matter, it's almost there. …… Second brother, today's practice results are considered your best, and you speak English naturally and fluently. It's good that you're pretending to be Dr. Lee," he said in a warm tone, and immediately quickened his pace, and cement splattered on his trouser legs.

"It's nothing, but I'm a little bolder," his brother Gao Juemin said with a smile, then stopped and let his younger brother Gao Juehui walk next to him. "You're too timid, you don't look like a 'black dog'. Didn't you memorize those words by heart yesterday? I can't memorize how to go on stage. If Mr. Zhu hadn't reminded you, I'm afraid you wouldn't have been able to memorize it! The elder brother spoke gently, without a hint of reproach.

Juehui blushed. He said anxiously: "I don't know why, I panicked as soon as I got on the podium. It seems that many eyes are looking at me, and I can't wait to say all the words word for word......" A gust of wind blew the umbrella in his hand into a spin, and he quickly closed his mouth and squeezed the handle of the umbrella hard. The gust of wind passed immediately. The middle of the road has been piled up with falling unmelted snow, and when you look at it, it is white, and there are heavy overlapping old and new footprints, often stepping on top of each other, and the new covering up the old.

"I can't wait to recite the whole sentence word for word," Juehui continued, continuing the words she had just interrupted; But as soon as he opened his mouth, he forgot everything, and even the few words that he remembered most on weekdays could not be remembered at this time. I must wait for Mr. Zhu to mention a word or two before I can continue. I don't know if this will be the case when it is officially staged in the future. If you couldn't say it at that time as it is now, it would be a shame! A serious expression appeared on the child's innocent face. The footsteps on the snow are soft, and they make a relaxed cry.

"Third brother, don't be afraid," Juemin comforted, practice two or three times, and you will remember it very well. You just have to be bold. …… To be honest, if Mr. Zhu adapted "Treasure Island" [Note 1] into a script, he didn't make it well, and I'm afraid the performance would not have any good results.

Juehui was silent. He was grateful for his brother's affection. He was thinking about how to perform that scene well, win the praise of the guests and classmates, and please his brother. He thought so, and after a while, he felt that he was gradually entering a strange realm. Suddenly, everything in front of him changed. In front of it was the hotel called "General Peng Bao", where his old friend Bill lived. He, the "black dog" with the temperament of the rivers and lakes, finally found the trace of Bier after losing two fingers and experiencing many changes, and his heart was intertwined with the joy of revenge and inexplicable terror. He was thinking about how to go to see Bill, what to say to him, and how to reproach him for abandoning his faith and betraying the alliance to hide his treasures, and for losing his faith in the rivers and lakes. Thinking like this, the English in the scripts that I usually memorize naturally comes to my mind. He shouted as if he woke up: "Second brother, I understand! ”

Juemin looked at him in surprise and asked, "What's the matter?" You're so happy! ”

"Second brother, I only now know the mystery of acting," Jue Hui said with a childish smug smile. "I thought as if I were a 'black dog' myself, and the words came out naturally, without me trying to think about it."

"That's right, that's what acting," Juemin said with a smile. "Now that you understand this, you will succeed. …… Now that the snow is very small, put away your umbrella. With such a wind blowing, it is very difficult to hold an umbrella. So he shook off the snow from his umbrella and took it away. Jue Hui also put away the umbrella. The two men walked side by side, umbrellas on their shoulders, and their bodies were very close together.

The snow had stopped, and the wind had gradually lightened its might. The walls and roofs were covered with a thick layer of snow, glittering in the gray twilight. A few brightly lit shops are interspersed among the black-lacquered mansions, dotting this lonely street, which spreads a little warmth and light on this cold winter evening.

"Third brother, do you feel cold?" Juemin suddenly asked with concern.

"No, I'm warm, talking on the road, and I don't feel cold at all." "So, why are you shaking?"

"Because I'm excited. It's like that when I'm excited, I'm always shaking and my heart is beating hard. When I think about acting, I get nervous. Honestly, I'd love to succeed. Second brother, don't you laugh at me for being naïve? Juehui said, turning her head and glancing at Juemin.

"Third brother," Juemin said sympathetically to Juehui. "No, not at all. So do I. I also want to succeed. We are all the same. Therefore, even if it is a simple sentence in class, no matter who hears it, you will be happy. ”

"Yes, you are right," the younger brother moved closer to the elder brother's, and the two of them walked forward together, forgetting the cold, forgetting the wind and snow, and forgetting the night.

"Second brother, you're so nice," Jue Hui looked at Juemin's face with an innocent smile. Juemin also turned his head to look at Juehui's glowing eyes, smiled, and then said slowly, "You're okay too." After that, he looked around again, and knew that he was about to reach home, so he said, "Third brother, go quickly, turn around and you will be home." ”

Juehui nodded, and the two of them sped up, and in a blink of an eye, they walked into a quieter street.

The street lamps were already lit, and in the square glass cover, the light of the oil lamps seemed more lonely in the cold wind, and the shadows of the lampposts lay faintly on the snow. A few pedestrians in the middle of the street hurriedly walked, leaving some footprints on the snow and disappeared silently. The deep footprints slept there wearily, and did not want to move, until new feet came to press on them, and they let out a low sigh, and were crushed into strange shapes, so that there were no more clear footprints on this long white street, where there were only large and small black holes.

The mansion with its black lacquered doors stood silently side by side in the cold wind. Two stone lions, eternally silent, crouched in the doorway. The door was open, like the mouth of a monster. Inside is a black hole, and there is something in it, no one can see. Each mansion has gone through a considerable period of time, or has changed several surnames. Each mansion has its own secrets. The black paint on the doors had fallen off and been painted with new ones, and despite all these changes, their secrets were still hidden from anyone outside.

Halfway down the street, the two brothers stood in front of a larger mansion. They wiped their shoes on the stone steps a few times, shook off the snow on their bodies, and strode in with their umbrellas. The sound of their footsteps quickly disappeared into the black hole. The silence in front of the door was restored. This mansion is the same as other mansions, there is also a pair of stone lions at the door, and a pair of large red paper lanterns are also hung under the eaves, but there is a pair of rectangular large stone jars under the steps in front of the door, and a pair of wooden couplets are hung on the door wall, and there are eight black characters on the red lacquer background: "The country is celebrated, and the life is abundant." "Two doors opened inside, and on each door stood a colorful door god holding a large sword in his hand.

[Note 1] "Treasure Island" is a thriller novel by the English novelist Stevenson (1850-1894). Dr. Lee and the man nicknamed "Black Dog" are both characters in the novel.