This is the north, the border, some small town.

Located at the junction, many people come to visit every summer in the middle of summer, and that is also the busiest time of the city.

But as the midsummer passes, the resident population will become smaller and smaller, perhaps because of the desire to go home for the New Year, and many people will choose to leave in the winter.

Maybe it's because it's so cold here.

The city, which originally had a population of only about 200,000, suddenly lost half of its population, and the desertion and loneliness suddenly appeared with the temperature of nearly 30 degrees below zero.

Because it is a border, high latitudes bring long dark nights and short days.

Even at seven o'clock in the morning, the sky is just hazy, the glass is frosted, the water vapor is white, and the scene of cold silence in winter is unique to northern cities.

There are still very few vehicles on the road, and most of the students walking down the street in thick down jackets are students with school bags.

Opening the door of the classroom, several high school students who were walking together finally exhaled a hot breath, took off their hats and scarves, and complained:

"Freeze me to death, why are we so cold every year, you almost blew me to death this morning!"

"Don't say it, my life is given by heating."

Several girls laughed and put their schoolbags in their places, and then gathered together to warm up the heater under the windowsill.

Then one after another students came to the classroom, found their seats and sat down, some took out workbooks and papers, asked for help from their friends Xueba, and some yawned, and seemed to be sleep-deprived because they stayed up late to study and had difficulty getting up early.

After all, in this kind of weather, it still takes a lot of effort to get up from the warm quilt and face the road to school at minus 267 degrees outside.

The students on duty began to clean, the class representatives began to collect their homework, and perhaps in the winter in this city, only the school classrooms remained as lively as ever.

"Eh, have you heard? Today, it is said that there will be transfer students coming to our class. ”

"Ha, when you're about to end your term, you're transferred to a high school in a remote place like ours? Why? ”

"College entrance examination, why else, it must be that the household registration is here for us, and we are not allowed to take the test at them, so I came back early."

"Oh, that's right."

At this time, the back door was suddenly opened, and the figure of a boy walked in, he was wearing a dark coat, a big black scarf, and his hair seemed to be very long.

The boys who were sitting at the back door who were originally talking happily stopped talking when they saw him.

"Cut... It's still so fitting. ”

A boy who looked arrogant said very unhappily.

"Shut up, don't mess with him, don't gossip about him!"

Liu Xi's eyes were nervous, pretending not to know the person, and he didn't know anything to warn his friend.

When he passed, he pretended not to see anything, and continued to talk about it.

Many people glanced at the black-haired boy, and then continued to do their own business, and no one in the entire class said hello to him.

He didn't care, he walked to his slightly lonely position, sat down, took off his scarf, put the homework to be handed in aside, and then lay down, without any intention of talking to anyone, ready to sleep for a while before the teacher came.

"Hey, look, who slept again, slept as soon as he came, didn't talk much all day, didn't study much, and didn't know what he was thinking."

A girl looked at him lying down directly and couldn't help but say curiously.

"Who knows, it may be an autistic person, anyway, the final grades of this semester are not enough, and the grades are at the bottom, and he will be brushed down from the key class."

The other girl replied with her hands outstretched, and then smiled:

"However, in addition to having an ordinary face, being taciturn, and having a lonely temperament, isn't it very handsome, maybe some girls like this."

"Come on, that's probably the kind of girl who doesn't know that he is listless every day, doesn't like to talk, doesn't like to study, has no friends, and is lonely and strange.

The other girl was speechless as she listened to her friend's nonsensical words, and then looked at an introverted girl next to her who was looking out of her desk with a textbook.

"Eh, Chen Xue, aren't you in the same junior high school as him, and that person used to be like this?"

The top girl, who was obviously only able to study, was surprised for a moment, and then replied with some embarrassment:

"That's... That would be me and he were not in the same grade, not very clear. ”

"Huh? That..."

The girl was surprised, not a grade, now a class...

"So he's relegated? But the last time I remembered the information of the group members, he was the same age as us. ”

She asked curiously, and the top student glasses girl thought for a moment and then whispered uncertainly:

"That's... I remember that he seemed to have taken a leave of absence .... A year? ”

"Take a leave of absence? So what the hell did he do? ”

The girls asked curiously, learning is boring, talking about these things is one of their few hobbies.

"I don't know, the school didn't say it at the time, maybe the people in his class at the time knew."

"But they've all graduated."

The girl's friend said helplessly, and then her eyes turned and teased the girl with honor glasses:

"By the way, obviously the grades are different, but you still know him."

The glasses girl pushed her glasses embarrassedly and smiled:

"Ah, yes, I heard of him skipping a grade at that time, and he was very powerful."

Bang!

Suddenly, there was a slightly hard bang on the table in front of me, and a girl's schoolbag seemed to accidentally hit the corner of the table.

"Eh, Xiao Ran, you're here, good morning."

"Well, good morning."

The conversation was interrupted, and they talked about the upcoming final exams.

Then the head teacher walked in, and the morning self-study began, and the sky outside finally brightened.

Everyone began to enter a state of intense and serious study again, and the classroom in the classroom was running with the students, and in order to be able to become butterflies next summer, they put in the effort, sweat, and perseverance.

Only the silent black-haired boy sitting in the last row with a quiet face propped up his face, occasionally listening to the teacher's lecture on the podium, and occasionally looking out the window at the winter street.

Time is like flowing water, and the ordinary ones slip away quietly in the morning classes, running drills on the playground, lunch breaks in the cafeteria, afternoon classes, and evening study rooms.

The life of the third year of high school is the same as always, boring and full of dreams.

The night in the small town comes very quickly in winter, from the completely dark sky at five or six o'clock to the end of self-study at nine o'clock in the evening, and the night is already thick.

He was wearing a dark coat and coat, a big black scarf to cover the cold wind blowing in front of his face, his hair was a little long, the bangs that covered his eyebrows, and his silent, lowered eyes made him look mature and not like his age.

Passing by the villa around the corner, he arrived home.

Today is another ordinary and dull day for him.

The night was dark, walking on the way home with only himself, he felt that the night was really cold, tightened his scarf, and exhaled a breath of hot air that turned into white mist and rose.

The light of the street lamps turned yellow in the white air of the winter night.

Then suddenly I felt a little sparkle on my face.

He slowly raised his head, and in the dark night, he unexpectedly watched the six-sided snowflakes fall.

Slightly surprised, then silent, and finally exhaled, whispering to himself:

"Well, it's snowing this year..."