This is a story from the winter vacation one day in the past.

The small city in the north, although the New Year has just passed, but as a border because of the large number of people who have returned to their hometowns, in the low temperature of minus 30 degrees, it still looks a little deserted under the snow cover, no different from usual.

If you have to say it, there are more red firecracker debris in the snowdrifts on the side of the road...

Then there is the more marginal community of the city, and the officials living in the villa next to it have not been drawn in because of eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, and in the winter it just seems to be warm and bright sunshine.

A pair of doors in a unit building are open, the two neighbors are looking like they want to go out, some tall and thin men hold the legs and feet around the inconvenient figure, before going out a little rubbing women picked up their bags and explained to the two 'left-behind children' in the house:

"Xiao Ran, there are still leftover dishes from last night in the refrigerator, you and Fang Ran can just heat it up at noon, you two don't stay at home all day, you can go where to play together, then let's go."

Standing at the door quietly watching the woman chase the other two who had already gone down, the slender girl in a white soft sweater pulled the door, and then looked at the figure who was standing at the door of his room and heard it,

His hair was a little long, and his indifferent eyes looked a little unpleasant.

"Did you hear that, Aunt Fang told us to go out."

Under the black leggings, the girl's legs were slender, Fang Xiaoran squatted at the door, sorted out the slippers casually, and said casually in a flat voice.

"Hmm.."

Lowering his eyes, he nodded in answer and looked away, then paused before his voice slowed down, as if he didn't know how to talk to the other party, and spoke:

"That's... Is there anything you'd like to visit..."

The moment he heard him say this, he stopped his movements imperceptibly, and then turned his back to him Fang Xiaoran's voice suddenly became more unfluctuating, and he spit out a word flatly.

"Nope."

Then he turned around and walked directly to the sofa, picked up the unfinished book on the coffee table and sat directly near the window.

The sun is shining on her, the sky is clear, the scenery is far away, and it is indeed a good time to read a book.

But he seemed to hear the sudden coldness of the word just now, and opened his mouth to finally say nothing, so he had to turn around and go back to his room.

There's no superfluous chat.,It's more accurate than saying that the two of them are taciturn.,More precisely, because of the estrangement left over,It's a little unnatural for each other to speak.

But in terms of the time that the siblings have been in high school, this is a normal situation.

Obviously it's my own home, but I can't seem to get out of the room, sitting at the desk and looking at the piles of college entrance examination materials and exercise papers, I escaped these things a little during the short winter vacation, and my hands subconsciously flipped through them casually.

Can't keep up with the first echelon anymore?

Thinking about all kinds of things in my head, I looked at the dial hand on the alarm clock on the table in a daze, and let the time pass like this, until I remembered the conversation just now, and could hear the sound of the pages turning outside the door.

Did I just say the wrong thing...

Just say where to go... Isn't it better...

glanced outside the door, and finally failed to go out to continue the topic just now, and unconsciously let out a long sigh and slowly lay on the table.

It's like this again...

Since last semester, the two of them have been out of the same class, and it seems that it is becoming more and more common to not talk to each other at home.

The winter is a short day, it seems that because of the annual vacation, there is no need to get up early for leisure, so that the morning time becomes shorter, and unconsciously from the parents of the two to leave it is time to eat at noon, thinking of the transfer students who came before, he leaned on the table and heard the footsteps in the living room come to his door.

"I'm going to have a hot meal, what do you want to eat in the leftovers from yesterday?"

As if passing by the door of his room, Fang Xiaoran stood at the door and looked at him and asked, letting him sit up straight on the chair lying on the table, he opened his mouth a little unexpectedly, and only after a moment did he speak:

"Ahh Anything goes. ”

Then Fang Xiaoran glanced at him, walked into the kitchen without saying a word and opened the refrigerator, which contained the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner that was rich every day during this time, and casually took out two aprons that were not her favorite food, and her housework, who had not done anything well, had long been unconsciously proficient.

As if he had received permission to leave the house, feeling that the stagnation just now was a little slow, he walked out of the bedroom and glanced at the kitchen and sat on the sofa in the living room, and on the coffee table was the book Fang Xiaoran had just read.

"Career Determines Life"

Are you already reading this kind of book?

Slightly stunned, the silent young man remembered that the teacher had said that after the start of the next semester, there would be experts to make major choices and lectures on employment.

Compared with the cool bedroom, the living room is warmer in winter, although there are only two people at home sitting on the sofa, I always feel a little embarrassed and uncomfortable, but listening to the sound of lunch in the kitchen, the sun is shining outside the window,

It's still a little reassuring.

"It's done, let's eat."

The emotionless faint words sounded, Fang Xiaoran, who took off his apron and wiped his hands, looked at him and said, the two people sitting at the dining table with only the sound of dishes and chopsticks did not speak and remained quiet, until he heard Fang Xiaoran, who was sitting opposite him, asked calmly and casually:

"Have you figured out where to go to college?"

In high school, the courses have all ended early, the first half of the last year of high school is over, and the second half of the semester is only a variety of mock exams and practice candidates.

So everyone has basically begun to think ahead about which city and which university they want to go to.

Life is crucial, and there is no room for error.

Knowing that this was a casual question she didn't want to make the air too quiet, the only topic that the two could intersect was only this,

So after a pause, he chewed the rice in his mouth and replied silently and simply.

"L.A., I'm going to apply for college there."

"Why L.A."

"My current grades are a little better than picking schools or cities."

"You're going to graduate and stay there..."

"Well, probably."

"Really..."

The bland conversation ended with a bland end without further saying anything.

Putting away the dishes and chopsticks and putting them in the kitchen sink to soak, he glanced at the girl who was sitting back in the living room to read, and hesitated slightly,

did not walk back to his room, but did it on the carpet in the living room, leaning on the sofa, seeing his movements, fang xiaoran glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and did not speak.

The distance between the two was close this time.

Touched the remote control and carefully sensed it, the girl didn't seem to object, he turned on the TV to replay the channels of various parties in the past few days, and then lowered the voice slightly.

Seeing that she didn't leave, I was relieved for some reason.

Leaning on the sofa and sitting on the ground behind the coffee table, the figure sitting behind him was reading a book, and the two people who were quiet to each other in the room did not speak, but there was nothing to say, in fact, it was divided into two types: embarrassing and relaxing.

Now it seems to be the latter.

Then the afternoon sun was more dazzling, the floor heat made the carpet warm, the lively program on the TV sounded, and the sound that was not noisy dispelled the loneliness in the room,

It's a very ordinary day, and I didn't go anywhere, and my brothers and sisters who rarely greet each other usually spend this day like this.

It's bland, but it's also reassuring.

So that the long-standing stiff relationship between them eased a little bit on this day.

"Aunt Fang, they seem to be coming back late in the evening, do you want to eat anything?"

"Well, anything."

...

...

It's just that when I sat back at the table in my room at night, I saw the bookshelf that I had flipped through in the morning, and there was a notebook that I hadn't seen for a long time, and I subconsciously opened it and saw the first page on it, the most conspicuous sentence in the immature handwriting and naïve words,

'I want to be a hero. ’

Then there was silence for a few seconds, and he slowly tore the page off.

Thrown in the trash.