It's a snowy winter.

Miao Ling finally persuaded Lu Jing to come to him for the New Year. On the phone, he described the snow-capped wilderness she longed for, the holiness and majesty of the sunset. I want to bring back her fond memories of him. I want to erase the shadow left by the heavy snow that was absent. Let her come out of the confusion and darkness in her heart and melt into this colorful world. She's going to love it. He thought confidently.

At the airport, the moment he saw her come out, he was so excited that he wanted to hug her, but she instinctively stiffened her body and stepped back. It made him understand that nothing could change. Even seeing Lu Jingqiang's pretended smile made his heart hurt like blood.

In the car, Lu Jing looked at the snow scene passing by the window, and only said one sentence: "The snow is very white, so beautiful!" I was immersed in the reverie of the snow outside the car window, and I couldn't say anything more.

God is unfair! Why? He was in utter despair.

Drove in silence. Miao Ling only occasionally explained the road signs, and then stopped talking, and the two barely talked.

Lu Jing only stayed at Miao Ling for one night, and left quietly while he went to condolences during the festival.

Before leaving, he left a note: Miao Miao, for so many years, it's me who is not good, I'm sorry, but I can't change it at all.

The note was crumpled, obviously struggling inwardly, crying, soaking the small note.

When Miao Ling saw it, it was already midnight. He felt a little relieved after a heavy feeling in his heart, and squeezed out a smile that wanted to cry.

When he left in the morning, he said to Lu Jing, who was locked in the room, like when he was at home: "I want to go to condolence today, you wait for me at home, and I will come back." ”

Lu Jing's cold voice came from inside: You are busy, I know.

I didn't expect her to leave, in such a hurry.

His mind was still echoing clearly, and when Lu Jing hid in the guest room and locked the door, there was only a soft "click", but it caused a landslide and tsunami in his heart. However, he still believes that he has the power and the ability to change all this, given the time.

And now this little note forced him to lower his arrogant head. He was utterly disappointed.

In order not to let outsiders see him and Lu Jing like this, a few years ago, he let Aunt Zhang rest. He originally thought that Lu Jing would make him a bite of his favorite noodles.

It was when they were in college, and Lu Jing often made it with a rice cooker in the dormitory on Sundays with her aunt in the dormitory, which was very delicious, and he became addicted to it as soon as he ate it. In private, he called her "Cheeky Shih".

Whenever she looked at him gobbling up food, she smiled sweetly. She didn't say much, just smiled, and the smile was sticky in people's eyes. At that time, Lu Jing was as pure as the wheat seedlings that returned to green in spring on the land of the Central Plains.

And now Lu Jing is a hibernating butterfly chrysalis, waiting for the spring sting, so as to break the cocoon into a butterfly. Where is that spring thunder, and when will it wake her up?

Why her? She missed the spring, lost the beauty of the butterfly, did she oversleep, or did she not wake up from a dream? He wanted to know, but he couldn't know.

I don't want to think about her anymore, and my heart is so distressed that I can't breathe. Take out a bottle of spirits and drink it dry, just want to spend a bleak Chinese New Year's Eve in the company of alcohol.

The fireworks outside the window flickered coldly and brilliantly, like nameless wildflowers on a thousand-year-old mound.

He seemed to have seen the green mound with wild grass, and he didn't know where it was. A mad man was crying with a pink coat, and a young and young figure was burning straw paper.

The wind rolled up black ash like resentful eyes, looking at him, hovering in the air, refusing to leave for a long time.

He really thought of crying happily in front of the green mound, and poured all the regrets, guilt, thoughts and the short warmth, romance, and tears in his heart in front of the green mound.

If tears can end the past and present lives, then we can cry.

In the morning, Miao Ling habitually woke up, thinking that today was still on vacation. I simply continued to nest on the sofa and couldn't sleep. The hangover did not kill the wine, and his expression was a little tired because of dizziness.

When Aunt Zhang entered the door, it was a little strange to see him lying on the sofa in his clothes, but he didn't see Lu Jing's shadow. Seeing the empty wine bottle at Miao Ling's feet, she seemed to understand something.

She picked up the empty wine bottle casually, and as if she didn't see anything, she said, "Happy New Year!" I didn't have anything to do at home, so I thought I should come and have a look.

Miao Ling didn't expect Aunt Zhang to come over so early, and she was a little embarrassed when she bumped into his lazy appearance. Quickly sat up and responded, "Happy New Year!" Why don't you take a few more days off? You've got enough to eat for several days. Don't rush here. ”

"It's nothing, so I came over, anyway, the child went to college and didn't come back, only a mother lived with my brother. I thought that Lu Jing is here, you should spend the New Year together, you can't see each other a few times a year. I just thought about coming over and Zhang Luo for a while. What about people? ”

"There's something going on in the unit, and I'm in a hurry to go back!" Miao Ling covered up his reply, and said it was extremely unnatural.

"You guys quarreled?" Seeing him talk like this, Aunt Zhang had some guesses.

"No, we never quarrel, and it's a good thing if we can have a good fight, but unfortunately, we don't even quarrel."

"Huh! Look at what I'm talking about, you are scholars, and you can't compare to us uneducated people. When she heard him say this, she laughed and broke the siege.

"You can't say that, it's all cannibalism, and there's no distinction between vulgarity and elegance."

"I don't understand what you're saying, I brought some frozen dumplings from home and I'll give you something to eat, okay?" Aunt Zhang changed the subject.

"Okay!" I haven't eaten anything since yesterday and I'm hungry. Besides, I haven't eaten dumplings for a long time, and in this New Year's Festival, I think about it specially. It is not only the dumplings that are auspicious, but also the taste of home, which is particularly tempting to him. I happily agreed.

Aunt Zhang was very happy when she heard him say this. Before, she was worried that he was particular and unwilling to eat the ordinary taste of this people's house, but she didn't expect him to agree so happily. What a nice guy! She thought to herself. Just get busy in the kitchen.

After a while, the steaming dumplings were served on the table. The vinegar and garlic have already been adjusted and placed in front of them.

He couldn't help but grab a dumpling, bite it, and the familiar taste of home immediately moistened from his mouth to his heart.

"It's delicious, it's delicious!" He couldn't stop admiring, and in a few moments, he ate a dozen of them, and he looked like a child with satisfaction.

Aunt Zhang watched him eat, and she felt a trace of pity: If this man is not loved by a woman, he is really pitiful, no matter who he is. Alas, how could such a good person be like this? She was infinitely emotional, but she didn't know it.

"It's so fragrant, I haven't eaten it like this in a long time!" There were not many dumplings left on the plate, and he put down his chopsticks helplessly, staring at them intently. However, I couldn't eat it anymore.

"Don't hold on. It's delicious, I'll wrap it for you every day! Aunt Zhang comforted with concern.

"How can you eat it every day, even if you eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas every day, you will get tired of it, and occasionally you can taste it to the extreme!" Miao Ling smiled.

Eating an injury at one meal and drinking soup at ten meals is a tyrannical thing, not the work of a sane person. Eating is like this, and so is the rest.

After Aunt Zhang cleaned up the kitchen, she took some frozen mutton from the refrigerator, melted it in the sink, and said to the study: She will wrap some more dumplings and freeze them in the refrigerator, in case he is hungry, cook and eat them by herself.

Well, do it yourself, and have plenty of food and clothing. He said happily. After eating the dumplings and not dizzy, he packed some documents into his bag and prepared to go to the office.

"You're going out?" Aunt Zhang looked at the way he was carrying his bag and asked.

"Well, if you want to go to the office, you have a lot of things to do after the holiday, and you are in a hurry to run, so you can't hurry up."

"I have to rest somewhere. This New Year, if you don't rest, you can concentrate on work. Aunt Zhang persuaded him. She knew that he was a man who couldn't be idle, and that it didn't help Ben to say that. Then he said: "After a while, the mutton will melt, I'll chop the filling, and let's make dumplings together." ”

Hearing Aunt Zhang say this, Miao Ling thought about it for a while, put down the bag, and agreed to Aunt Zhang's suggestion.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wrap it well. I haven't made my own dumplings in many years. He said with some concern.

"It doesn't matter, I'll teach you the bag." Aunt Zhang said happily.

At noon, the sound of chopping meat was heard in Miao Ling's home. Like a cheerful drumbeat.

Isn't this the sound of home?