S City.

December, deep winter.

Last night, a heavy snowfall was fast and urgent, and it didn't stop until the afternoon, but I didn't expect that by this night, there would be scattered light rain.

The weather is not good, and it is cold.

The cottage of memory, the closed windows, the room with strange stripes of yellow paper pasted in the cracks.

Grandma's voice is still in my ears: "Rain after snow, rain after snow." Those who can't resist can't survive the winter. Baby, in the future, you are not allowed to go out in this weather. ”

Grandma is very beautiful, even if she is old, she has the five-point appearance of her youth. But in her memory, when she said this, the deep wrinkles had long concealed her beauty.

"Why?" It's rare to see my grandmother so serious, and my voice is a little timid.

"In weather like this, there's a lot of dirt. You, like me, are easy to meet. Grandma's words were filled with a sigh.

But what is dirty?

There was a fire in the hut, and my grandmother's arms were as warm as a thick blanket, and I was a little tired.

Confused eyes, stunned to see the scattered light rain hitting the window. Looking out, it was a crowded alley, and the snow had long been mixed with muddy water, and it was dirty.

In this way, there is a lot of dirt.

I grabbed my grandmother's shirt and began to murmur, "The streets are dirty, why are we so easy to meet?" ”

Grandma's warm palm slapped on my back.

Silent but as deep as the night.

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'Jingle bell' 'Jingle bell'.

The crisp ringing of bells, sweeping through the chaotic alleys, brings a special coolness to this boring summer in memory.

S City.

90s.

Summer in this era has long lost the slightest romance of the past.

The floating dust, the staggered lanes, the impetuous mood, and the surging sun are almost all my memories of summer.

The summer with its ringing bells was different.

An old man who looked a little crazy walked towards me just like that, shaking the brass bell in his hand all the way.

The handle of the brass bell is old, but the bell is glowing with a strange gold, and the ringing and strange bun provoke the children in the streets and alleys to follow all the way.

He was very clean, the clothes on his body were old, but they were washed white, and his eyes were even cleaner.

In the face of the guidance, his demeanor was indifferent, and Shi Shiran's four-way steps were not hypocritical, but a kind of calmness. This calmness seemed to be contagious, so that the little boy he was holding in his hand was just as calm and calm.

I can't remember what he looked like, but I do remember that the boy had a pair of eyes that were different from the old way.

Indifferent, calm, but as deep as tenacity in the bone marrow.

I don't think he's easy to mess with.

"A piece of warm sun jade can keep her safe for 15 years. After that, it was useless for the warm sun jade in the whole world to find her. ”

He knew his grandmother, and left a piece of pale yellow jade, which he held warmly in the palm of his hand, and a mindless word, and then drifted away.

Where can the words of the charlatans be trusted? When I grow up, I don't care about it, even though he feels a little different.

I just remember that summer, when it seemed to bring coolness to the bells.

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That year, when I was 7 years old, I got jade, and since then jade has never left me.

Today, it's another rain after snow, and I'm 22 years old. The jade on the neck is gone, I think the old red rope is broken. I was careless, but what's the use of regretting it afterwards?

I burst into tears and walked helplessly on the road.

I was a handsome man with me in my arms, but the cold temperature of his hand was like a slippery snake.

If the jade is here, can I not encounter this?

The dark road ahead, the drifting drizzle, the cold day, I miss the piece of warm sun jade that keeps you safe.

But who will save me?