Turning the first room from the corridor of the office, Zhang Kun gently knocked on the dark red wooden door, and soon a woman answered the door and said happily: "Oh, Mr. Zhang has arrived!" Then the two of them were let indoors, and the woman in the red sweater returned to the table with the hot water bottle, and while placing the disposable paper cups, she said, "The old man is awake!" I'll pour you water, go in first!" Zhang Kun nodded and took Shi Jiaojiao into the inner room.

The room was at the right temperature and surprisingly clean and tidy. Shi Jiaojiao stood behind Zhang Kun and tilted her head to see an old man with gray hair, wearing glasses and a dark coat sitting at the head of the bed, with a book spread out on the quilt in front of him that had only read a little. As soon as he saw Zhang Kun come in. He took off his glasses and laughed, a dimple on his cheek had been connected to the fold of his chin because of his loose skin, forming a narrow wrinkle, "Come on, I'm waiting for you!" Zhang Kun put the box in his hand on the cabinet near the window, sat on the edge of the bed naturally, combed the old man's hair, and said, "It's not time to go to bed yet, it's snowing outside." ”

The old man looked up at the window and said, "Oh, tomorrow I have to get up early to shovel snow." Zhang Kun said with a smile. The old man seemed to be in good spirits, his eyes moved, and he said to Zhang Kun, "Why don't you introduce grandpa?" Zhang Kun laughed, turned around and beckoned Shi Jiaojiao to his side, and said, "This is Shi Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao, this is my grandfather." Shi Jiaojiao adjusted a suitable angle to face the old man, and bowed respectfully, "Hello Grandpa Zhang." The old man looked at Shi Jiaojiao carefully, it was inconvenient to speak, the nurse came in with tea, Shi Jiaojiao was busy picking it up, and the old man whispered to Zhang Kun: "It's a bit like a coriander, but it's not as beautiful as her." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Kun looked at Shi Jiaojiao, who was helping to carry the tray, and pursed his lips and smiled: "Don't say it in front of her!" When the old man heard this, he covered his mouth cutely, "Don't say it, don't say it!" This kid is also very good-looking. "Be careful." Shi Jiaojiao, who didn't know anything, handed Zhang Kun a glass of boiled water, Zhang Kun wanted to give it to his grandfather, but the old man shook his hand, "I don't eat and drink at night, and my body can't stand it." Zhang Kun put the water on the bedside cabinet and said to Shi Jiaojiao: "Come here, talk." ”

The nurse brought a chair to Shi Jiaojiao, watched her sit down and said to Zhang Kun: "Mr. Zhang, don't say a few words tonight, so you can rest early!" Zhang Kun nodded and said, "I know." Then he said to the old man, "We won't leave tonight, and we will celebrate the Lantern Festival together tomorrow." The old man looked at the two of them and patted Zhang Kun's hand, "Okay, you guys are tired when you come over at night, go to bed early." Zhang Kun stood up from the edge of the bed when he heard this, and Shi Jiaojiao bent down to the old man, "Good night Grandpa Zhang." "Oh, go to bed early, ah!"

Coming out of the old man's ward, the snow had stopped at some point, and the bright light reflected in the snow illuminated the illusion of dawn at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night. The wind swept through the small courtyard, whistling between the shaking branches of the trees, almost whimpering. Shi Jiaojiao followed behind Zhang Kun without saying a word, and the man suddenly stopped and asked, "Are you afraid?" Shi Jiaojiao said curiously: "What are you afraid of?" When I was a child, my house was much more remote than it was here. Zhang Kun turned his head and continued walking, wanting to say something but not saying anything.

The room prepared by the dean was a vacant single room, and the room temperature had been adjusted early, and it was very comfortable as soon as I entered the door. Shi Jiaojiao quickly observed that there was only one bed in this simply furnished room. "Take a bath?" Zhang Kun hung his coat on the hanger and asked, Shi Jiaojiao patted her chest and said decisively, "I'll go first." Zhang Kun pursed his lips and seemed to hold back a smile, "Okay." ”

In less than ten minutes, Zhang Kun came to the bed after taking a shower and found that Shi Jiaojiao was already sleeping on the bed. She was wrapped in a quilt, her face hidden between her hair and the bed, her breathing was surprisingly even, as if she had deliberately told the other party that she had fallen asleep. Zhang Kun got into the quilt against the wall from the end of the bed, leaned over to observe the woman with her back to him, and asked, "Are you really asleep?" Shi Jiaojiao naturally didn't respond, and even the rate of breathing didn't change.

After the lights went out, the room fell into a short period of darkness, and soon the white light outside penetrated through the thin curtains, and everything in the room could be seen clearly when she opened her eyes, Shi Jiaojiao looked at the indicator light of the air conditioner running, and quickly felt numb in her neck. In the same bed, a man will not be honest. Zhang Kun's feet first got into Shi Jiaojiao's quilt, and then the whole person leaned over, and immediately felt the stiffness of his back, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh on her neck, and said softly: "Aren't you asleep?" ”

The woman instinctively shrunk her neck, and she didn't need to look at it to know that this reaction was so cute! Seeing that she didn't respond, Zhang Kun's hand skillfully passed through his arm and lay across Shi Jiaojiao's waist and abdomen. The dangerous and ambiguous atmosphere surrounded the two of them at once, Shi Jiaojiao finally couldn't hold her breath, and said angrily: "Go back, I'm so sleepy." The man instead leaned closer, "Then you can sleep well." Shi Jiaojiao pursed her lips, trying to make her voice appear rational, "I'm used to sleeping alone." ”

Zhang Kun has never been an obedient person, he muttered "re-habit", while rubbing his nose against the delicate skin of the woman's neck, and his heavy breathing fell on Shi Jiaojiao's ear, which sounded terrifying. Shi Jiaojiao remained motionless, as if out of her body, floating at the head of the bed and watching her body fall into the arms of others: he was not satisfied with grinding his ears and temples, and began to kiss the back of her neck, and his hand with the flame wanted to pass through the covering, wandering through the bare body, full of *. How could she be so well-behaved! The man began to lose consciousness, and only one thought was swirling in his head.

In the fog, Shi Jiaojiao suddenly grabbed the man's restless hand and said "Wait a minute" Before the other party could react, she escaped from bed and turned on the light. In the brightness, Zhang Kun's face is extremely difficult to see, and the funniest thing is that there is still a flush on his face after emotion. Shi Jiaojiao stood on the edge of the bed in pajamas, looking at him with stunned eyes. "Shi Jiaojiao, you ......" Zhang Kun rubbed his temples that were jumping suddenly, "You come over to me, and I will strangle you immediately." Shi Jiaojiao tilted her head, "Then you have to go back to your own quilt." ”

Zhang Kun closed his eyes, he really wanted to kill, and after calming down a little, he suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Why do you resist me like this, I really don't understand." A trace of panic flashed in Shi Jiaojiao's eyes, and she quickly hid it, shook her head, and said, "I don't know myself, I don't want to, I don't want to." After speaking, he turned off the light, climbed into bed, slept next to Zhang Kun, and said to the man while lying flat: "It's not because of you." ”

Maybe the repeated refusal has already formed a conditioned reflex in the man's heart, or maybe the Mid-Autumn Festival has not been talked about until now, Zhang Kun feels guilty...... Anyway, he backed down again, sighed softly, and silently returned to the quilt against the wall. The room was dark again, and after the two of them were still for a long time as if they were asleep, Zhang Kun stretched out his hand and took Shi Jiaojiao into his arms, and in response to reconciliation, the woman also obediently moved into the other party's arms.

Their relationship is in a strange situation, like standing on the banks of a river, and there are too many people or things running in the river that prevent them from coming together. Whether they are confrontational or submissive to each other, they can't be hearty.

When Shi Jiaojiao woke up, she was the only one left in the room, Zhang Kun's quilt was folded into a long strip and lay quietly on the side. The room was bright, and the thin curtains let in the golden sunlight, which was intensified by the white snow. Outside the window, there were a few sparrows foraging for food, lively and brisk, and you could tell how sunny the weather was when you heard it.

I couldn't see anyone, Zhang Kun and Grandpa, and even the nurse who wore a red sweater last night was not in the room. Shi Jiaojiao followed last night's route and pushed open the door of the office hall, only to see a beautiful scene of heavy snow in the courtyard behind: the heavy snow connected the courtyard with the wide flat land outside in a picture, the sunlight jumped on the soft white snow like gold dust, and the pines and cypresses were like pointed small towers. The snow that fell overnight made the car parked in the yard overnight look chubby, and it was a bit simple and cute.

Shi Jiaojiao followed the sound of talking not far away, leaving a series of neat footprints behind her. Passing through a circular arch, Shi Jiaojiao saw eight or nine old people gathered in the courtyard, and the one standing in the middle who looked the oldest and extremely thin was Zhang Kun's grandfather. The old people were smiling and cheering for Zhang Kun. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Kun was only wearing a thin cardigan of color, and he was holding a shovel to add snow to a large snowdrift, and the small courtyard behind him had already exposed most of the wet ground.

Zhang Kun was the first to discover Shi Jiaojiao, and only smiled and did not speak. His gaze quickly drew the old man's gaze to the woman standing in front of the arch, and the old woman with round glasses was the first to shout, "Oh, come here, see how big a snowball Ah Kun has pushed!" Shi Jiaojiao smiled shyly and walked to the old people, Grandpa Zhang Kun took her arm, pointed to the man who was still shoveling snow, and said with loving eyes: "I have been sweeping the snow for almost 20 years, and this nursing home has only relied on him for almost 20 years!" ”

The echoes of the old people, looking at Zhang Kun's eyes, are warm, full of love and dependence, this is the warmth that will only arise after a long, long time together.

The snow around was too bright, Shi Jiaojiao squinted, and the outline of Zhang Kun in her eyes was a little dark. What kind of relationship does he have with this nursing home; What is the relationship between the grandfather who lives here and him; Why is the old chairman's surname Jiang, and his surname as a quasi-successor is Zhang; Jiang Qian, Secretary Bai's sister and even Secretary Bai are all by his side, what role do they play......

Zhang Kun has too many things that are incomprehensible, but fortunately she is never obsessed with uncovering the mystery. She just kept getting to know him again and again in unexpected situations. For example, now, who would have thought that he would also pick up his arms to shovel snow for a group of old people and make them happy, and at the same time, he would smile so heartily and peacefully.