The misunderstanding was cleared up, and my conversation with Cao Yuxin became smoother. I even joked from time to time. The character is so good, I feel good.

Thinking of this, Xian Qiong's appearance also appeared in his mind. Well, these two are indeed very similar. Cao Yuxin has a personality that is almost the same as Xianqiong, and also has the life that Xianqiong yearns for. Xianqiong is not like Cao Yuxin, she only has the idea of raising a dog, but Xian Mu's opposition has never been realized.

Cao Yuxin is what Xianqiong looks like in her dream.

Still, Xian Qiong is Xian Qiong; Cao Yuxin is also Cao Yuxin. They may be similar, but they won't be the same. That's the reality.

Hanging up the phone, I glanced at the time, it was still early to meet Suqi, so I didn't worry about it. Eating the meal that had just been served, the gold bars lay peacefully at my feet, which is also the reason why I raised the golden retriever: docile and enthusiastic. Of course, there are some factors, such as not being afraid of life, even if a random person on the side of the road comes to pat it on the head and call it its name, he will let it go without hesitation. I don't know if I will wag my tail and go home with someone. Even if it is sold, it looks very happy.

I pinched the time, and when it was twelve o'clock, Shuqi hadn't dialed the phone yet, "Haven't finished yet?" "I'm a little confused. The address book found Suqi's note and dialed it.

"The user you are calling is turned off, please call again later." There was a busy sound. I wondered even more: what is the situation? Nothing will happen, I thought to myself. I said hello to my parents, hurriedly put on a piece of clothing, and flew out.

On this day, at this point, not to mention the buses, even the taxis are pitiful. I got on my mountain bike and drove non-stop to her house. This car has been ridden since the second year of junior high school, and it has been a long time, and it is not well maintained, and every step makes a series of "stabbing" sounds. It's as if its exhausting prostration is whining.

"Hold on, brother, just this once." I thought to myself, hoping that the bike wouldn't collapse suddenly. I don't know if my chatter played a role, and the sound gradually became quieter. I couldn't see a single car on the road, so I quickened my feet again, as if flying.

It's a cold winter season, and I'm bored, even when the cold wind blows on my face. I've never been so irritable, and I've never been so eager to see someone, and maybe before I knew it, my habits had changed.

At the gate of Shuqi's yard, I parked my bicycle and ran briskly towards her unit while making her call. The last thing I wanted to hear was the voice coming out of my phone.

Running downstairs, I saw a person lying on the side of the bench by the street lamp, curled up together, and shivering a little from time to time. I'm short-sighted, especially in such a dark situation, and I can't tell the person's appearance. You can feel a vague sense of familiarity.

I turned on the flashlight on my mobile phone and walked slowly, for fear of waking up this person, and touched "him" step by step, "his" face was leaning in, but I couldn't see it. But I recognized the long brown hair very clearly, and a bad premonition suddenly appeared in my heart.

When I finally got to the edge of the bench, the half-minute journey was more like a century for me. I finally saw her face. It is Su Shuqi who is unmistakable.

How can I lie here in my heart. Seeing how much she was trembling, I took off my coat and put it over her. Her eyes opened suddenly, and she looked at me, and my heart was cold, and at this moment I felt that compared to the cold in this look, this winter was quite warm. I froze there, my hands not yet off my coat, and I didn't know how to place them in every part of my body, as if I had been fixed there.

Su Qi's brows furrowed, as if he was recognizing. After seeing that it was me, his brows widened and his eyes softened. I reacted and wanted to ask her a question, but I didn't know how to speak. His hands were removed from his coat and his head moved to the side.

She sat up and wrapped herself in her coat. Didn't speak.

"What's wrong?" I asked, my voice softly in the cold wind of "whirring".

"There's a power outage." She replied. Before he could recover from it, his voice was a little trembling.

On the way just now, I could still see a few lights on, but when I got downstairs to Shuqi, my attention was all focused on her, but I didn't pay attention to anything else. Now when I look up and look up, it seems that only this building in the whole courtyard is black.

Shouldn't you sleep at home if you don't have electricity, why do you have to go downstairs to sleep. I can't figure it out. Looking down at the elongated shadows on the ground under the reflection of the street lamps not far away, I could only think of one possibility—fear of the dark. Su Qi is so strong, people who are not afraid of heaven and earth are afraid of the dark? I wanted to laugh, but I didn't think it was that simple.

"Go up, I'll accompany you tonight." I stared at her, and even if I knew the truth, I didn't expose it.

She nodded, not refusing. I walked in front and shone my flashlight ahead.

When she reached the door, her cold red hand reached out from her clothes, fumbling for the key to insert it into the lock and open the door. However, the hand that had been shaking did not reach the designated position after several twists and turns, and the hand seemed to be unable to hold the key, and it could fall to the ground at any time. I took the key, and my hand touched the back of her hand, feeling a chill.

didn't dare to slack off, opened the door and pulled her in. The room was pitch black, and it could not be more appropriate to describe it as a finger missing. She entered the door with her front foot, and I closed the door with my back foot, for fear of another cold wind.

The two sat on the couch, neither of them spoke, she took off her shoes and curled up on the couch.

Should I help her warm her hands, I remembered the cold just now. After much hesitation, I finally decided. I moved to her side, and by the light of the flashlight I found her arm, and I motioned for her to hold her hand out, but she didn't respond.

I gritted my teeth and risked being beaten on the couch by pulling her arm out, and she didn't resist. After pulling it out, I took her hand in mine, and a chill came, but it was just a moment, and slowly I got used to the temperature.

I told her to bring her other hand over as well, and this time she was obedient, silently withdrawing it and placing it in my other open hand. I crouched down on the couch, our hands clasped together.

"It's better, you can sit up." She spoke.

I already felt numb in my feet, but I held back, and when I heard this, I quickly got up and leaned back on the sofa. There was a tingling sensation under his feet, all over his body.

When I got up, she let go of one hand, and the other was still holding on. The two spent this Chinese New Year's Eve so quietly, without words, lights, and television.

That's good, I think. Su Qi's head rested on my shoulder, and I looked at it, a subtle smile on the corner of my mouth.

Sleepiness set in, and my eyelids came together involuntarily.

In the dream, Shuqi sat on the bench alone and shivered, and under the reflection of the street lamp, Suqi's elongated shadow appeared alone. It seems to be a perfect match for this winter.

But luckily, I'm here.