Mo Xiaoxiao didn't know what he was doing outside, and he didn't think much about it, so he took his eyes back from there, the room was ventilated on all sides, and a strong cool breeze kept blowing in, and Mo Xiaoxiao's clothes were relatively thin, and his hands could only keep rubbing his two hands, but even so, it was still difficult to resist the cold wind like a demon.

A gust of cold wind from the vertebrae unscrupulously rubbed her little body temperature, Mo Xiaoxiao's eyes were on the one on the broken table, the kerosene lamp that flickered in the wind, and those winds seemed to hide some underage ghosts, hiding in the wind from time to time to play with the weak little flames, as if he was bullying an infant child.

Mo Xiaoxiao unconsciously put his mind into a long and lengthy manner with the faint light of the flame, as if he had returned to a few times, searching for the beauty of the past as if he was panning for gold in his memories, but those days were like sand in an hourglass, he could only watch it pass quietly, and he wanted to stop it from passing but there was no way, it was like a dream, a dream that he could not be the master, a dream that he could only be a bystander, knowing that he could not do it, But no matter how loud you scream, the other you, the old you, are indifferent, not knowing your existence and not hearing the outside world.

I don't know why, it's obviously a thing that has nothing to do with him, but for no reason, anyone who turns a corner will connect him, and sometimes even she herself doesn't notice this strange phenomenon, as if it has been deeply left in her subconscious, and it has been ingrained and cannot be eliminated.

Mo Xiaoxiao's face was shallow, with a few traces of regret and a hint of ease, and he muttered to himself in a lonely voice: "I don't know how you are now, whether you return to Bizhou or stay in Jiangcheng, you shouldn't complain that I won't say goodbye, I know you don't like others to say goodbye without warning, but I have to do this, you should understand me." ”

"Squeak......" Suddenly, the door was gently pushed open again, and the door of Mo Xiaoxiao's memories was accidentally closed, Mo Xiaoxiao looked towards the tattered door, and saw a sturdy black shadow walking in with something, the fat shadow crawling on the ground was like a porcupine full of needles.

Mo Xiaoxiao, who was always vigilant, glanced at him from time to time and watched his every move, but the man didn't do anything, just came in with some firewood from outside the door, and lit those wooden blocks with some leaves, and lit a fire in the room that was ventilated on all sides.

The man put a pile of dry wood on the ground, took out a match from his coat pocket, and began to make a fire with great skill, without saying a word to Mo Xiaoxiao in one go, the right eye that was blindfolded by the black blindfold was illuminated by the blazing bonfire, and the sparks like stars filled his eyes, making his eyes seem to be bright again, Mo Xiaoxiao took advantage of the bright sparks, and then looked at him carefully.

The middle-aged man in front of him, from the back of his ears to the back of his neck, has a shocking scar, it looks like there is a centipede, lying on the neck as terrible, the sturdy head, but there is a black blindfold hanging horizontally, although the face has gone through the baptism of wind, frost, rain and snow, and has experienced the polishing of everything in the world has become very vicissitudes, the face is full of an ordinary middle-aged man, it seems that there is still a slight fat, black and yellow skin, and some dense stubble on the chin, just look at his facial features, Mo Xiaoxiao felt that he was not a wicked person, and he still had a bit of noble temperament, but he was so impregnated by the vicissitudes of life that he couldn't see his original face.

But in combination with these, Mo Xiaoxiao felt that he definitely didn't look like a ruffian and a person who made a living by stealing chickens and dogs, and he felt very curious about his origin and identity.

The house was originally dark, but it was filled with the blazing fire, and the firelight seemed to have legs, running recklessly in the dilapidated house, stomping and frolicking, lighting up the room, and the temperature seemed to rise, like the spring sun drunkenly climbing up.

Mo Xiaoxiao stared at him intently, as if he wanted to see what was going on, and suddenly the man turned his head and said coldly: "Why are you looking at me like this?" Writing on my face? ”

Mo Xiaoxiao shook her head in embarrassment, turned her head around, picked up a wooden stick casually, gently stirred the burning fire, and said casually: "I just think that you don't look like it." ”

"Not like? Not like what? The man asked.

Mo Xiaoxiao was silent for a moment, then raised her head slightly, looked into his eyes and said softly: "I just think that you don't look like a rooster and a dog thief." ”

The man's cold gaze just glanced at her lightly, and he snorted coldly with an expressionless face: "Then how can I be like a rooster and a dog thief?" You're not one of my kind, so how do you know who I am? ”

"It's really not like it, what am I lying to you for, although I don't mean to read countless people, but I haven't seen a thief like you, so I don't think you look like it!" Mo Xiaoxiao said casually.

The man was silent for a long time, without uttering a word, his brow furrowed slightly, and the light of the bonfire hit his face like a philosopher and a wise man doing endless contemplation. Mo Xiaoxiao looked at him intently, and felt more and more that this person must not be as simple as it seemed on the surface, the ragged and dirty image, but he still couldn't control his arrogance revealed from his bones, his facial features looked very upright, thick eyebrows, sword eyes, high nose and moon lips, but he wore an eyepatch on his face to block his sharp energy, and the bronze skin looked more iron-boned, with a man's true color.

The curiosity in Mo Xiaoxiao's heart became more and more intense, and she couldn't wait to unravel the true face of this man, feeling that he must not be a simple gangster, his wisdom and calmness and knowledge of current affairs made her more and more firm in her thoughts.

As soon as Mo Xiaoxiao had a flash of inspiration, he thought of a way, and wanted to pry his mouth open, so he casually threw the conversation box at him: "Can I know your name?" I don't know what to call you, it's so boring, how about we talk, or it's a little boring to just sit here. ”

Mo Xiaoxiao looked at him with wide eyes and a serious look, but people turned a deaf ear and ignored her, ignoring her nonsense.

Mo Xiaoxiao looked at him for a while, and suddenly felt the embarrassment of the atmosphere, so he nodded lightly and smiled dryly, and continued to ask with a blank face.

"Hey, where is your home? I don't think your accent is from Yangzhou, right? It's a bit like, like the accent of the people on the edge of Jiangcheng, then why did you come to Yangzhou, hehehe, I heard you say when you robbed me, saying that your name is Zhao Si'er, right? You shouldn't be a local, so why are you here, isn't it, do you have any relatives here, or ......?"

Mo Xiaoxiao deliberately left a question, and after asking, she stared at him without squinting as if she had to ask something, and when the man was impatient, she casually refuted her: "No, don't think nonsense, because people here are easier to steal, okay, don't ask!" ”

Mo Xiaoxiao couldn't cry or laugh, and Mo Xiaoxiao could only smile awkwardly at his perfunctory answer, and continued to respond to him: "Uh...... Hehehe, so that's the case, why are you so cold, but I've also met people who are many times colder than you, and we all became friends later, so don't you reject people thousands of miles away like this, idle is also idle We cheer for home, let's talk? ”

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, the man glared at her, then turned his head and stopped paying attention to her: "What is there to talk about, don't speculate for more than half a sentence!" Whatever you want to ask, no comment! ”

Mo Xiaoxiao just stuck out her tongue secretly, and secretly screamed in her heart: What's so fierce, it's like a zombie face, compared to He Yuwen's paralyzed face, I want to see which of the two of you can be better......

Suddenly, thinking of this, Mo Xiaoxiao's face suddenly dimmed, as if he remembered something again, his eyes were dull and his expression was in a trance, looking at the firelight bonfire, his thoughts were also stretched very long, and in a hazy light and shadow, he seemed to see his face again, his face was expressionless, cold and clear, his gentle and elegant, his slight smile, his anger, his sadness......

She didn't remember these subtle things, but she didn't know that she had already planted seeds in her heart, not only would they not fade away with time, but they would become more and more intense, like a vigorous vine, deep and tight, binding her heart and sinking to the bottom of the river.

Suddenly, a sharp and piercing sound of opening the door broke into Mo Xiaoxiao's ears without warning, cutting her thoughts into a mess, so she had to hastily wrap up those fragmentary memories at will, and stuff them into the sea in her heart, so that no one would find out about its existence.

A gust of cold wind also blew on his face, blowing all the warmth that Mo Xiaoxiao had hoarded to pieces, and a thin and tall man returned from outside the door, his hands were like a general after a hundred battles, and he proudly showed off to people like the head of the enemy, and walked over to the two happily: "Big brother, I'm back, I'm back, but it's cold to death It's snowing outside!" ”

"It's snowing? , really, is it really snowing? It's so good that it's snowing, I'm going to see if it's snowing......" Mo Xiaoxiao was shocked by his words, and a kind of joy and joy for the first snow suddenly welled up in her heart, like a tide bursting out from the depths of her heart for thousands of miles, which makes people feel happy, it is a small luck hidden in it, the joy of being excavated, and the joy of seeing the old man. ”