"Chen Ying?" Someone whispered her name from the side. It's Wang Yi. He stood two or three meters away from her in a measured manner, pushing the familiar silver-gray suitcase. His scarf was spread out and hung over his chest, and a mole-shaped puppet he bought from Prague hung from the zipper of his backpack behind him. They bought it together at a stall next to the author's authorized "Good Soldier Shuaike" themed restaurant, where an old man with unkempt hair placed these knick-knacks on a sheet at his feet, watching passers-by hopelessly. Wang Yi immediately decided to buy the two, and before the old man could find money, he pulled Chen Ying and fled into the alley next to him.

"Why are you here?" She asked.

"I think you probably haven't left yet." He looked at her, as she had before she left Berlin, but without a smile on his lips.

She made room for him and put her bag on her feet. She forgot about the delay of the train for a moment, and just watched him put his backpack on the box.

"The car is late." He looked at the people around him and said.

He took off his gloves and handed them to her, but she refused. She snorted hard into her hands. The heating at the station barely worked in such temperatures, and the woolen gloves seemed to be frozen.

"Don't be so stubborn, you'll freeze your body." He took off his scarf and wrapped her hair around her neck, placing the tassels of the scarf loosely on her shoulders. Then he looked at her and smiled knowingly.

He knew that she was looking at him, but he deliberately didn't look at her, and casually took out "Twenty Love Poems and Songs of Despair". What does that mean? She thought. She read this book on the plane when she came, and there are many favorite sentences in it:

"'I am a hopeless, a word without an echo. A man who has nothing, a man who has also had everything. ’”

He propped his elbows on his knees and continued to read the book, which he read very carefully, so thin that a few minutes passed, and only one page had been turned.

Chen Ying was anxious. She connected to the station's Wi-Fi and began to write emails. Little did she know at this time that the road from Sweden to Denmark was blowing the heaviest snowstorm in several years, and all railways were suspended.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there is news to announce." English came out on the radio, and it could be heard from every corner of the station. The crowd that had been in a commotion just now instantly fell silent, and everyone held their breath, not wanting to miss a word. The storm did not improve, and the snow was getting heavier, so the railroad company had to contact a nearby hotel to provide a place for any unprepared traveler to rest that night. The train company has repeatedly apologized to everyone for not being able to anticipate such bad weather conditions in advance.

"What are you going to do? Going to register for a hostel? Wang Yi asked.

Chen Ying knew that it was not okay to be impressed, and she had to solve the overnight problem in front of her no matter what. She joins the queue with other passengers, registering the number of people going to each hotel and waiting for the room key to be issued. She couldn't think of any hotel in Oslo that could accommodate so many guests at the same time.

"You two exit the station gate and turn right. You can see this property about a hundred meters away. A conductor stuffed the business card into Chen Ying's hand, "When you get there, you say you're from the train station, and they understand." ”

As soon as she stepped out of the station, she was almost knocked to the ground by the oncoming wind. She staggered to her feet, struggling to move forward, the snowflakes making her unable to see the road ahead. She still can't remember when it was so difficult to walk on land, and every time she was in the water, she could do it with ease, even when she was surrounded by the tide. Wang Yi followed. If it weren't for the shadows cast by the streetlights, she almost forgot they were on the same path. When they arrived at the hotel lobby, they were covered in snowflakes and could not see what they were dressed in.

"That's right." She handed her business card to the front desk, "We're in trouble at the train station......"

They were greeted by a young man who didn't speak very good English. She said it a few times before he understood what he meant. He consulted with the supervisor next to him and led them into a room on the corner of the first floor. When he handed her the room card after the demonstration, Chen Ying noticed that he had a name tag pinning "internship" on his chest.

"I'm so sorry we only have this one room left now." He said with some trepidation, "Can you just take a moment?" ”

"Thank you." She slipped the change into the pocket of his uniform.

This is a standard double room, probably due to the age of the building, the room seems cramped. She chose the bed next to the door and spilled it on the sheets. Wang Yi silently walked to the window, sat on another bed and began to look for a toothbrush. He waited for Chen Ying to finish washing up before entering, closed the bathroom door and took a shower. Chen Ying opened the curtain and looked out, there was no one on the street, and the snow on the grass outside the window was constantly piling up.

"Still down?" He walked out with a towel on his head and looked out the window and asked.

Chen Ying nodded and shrank back into her bed. The outdoor temperature has dropped to more than ten degrees below zero, and the air conditioner in the room has no effect at all. Chen Ying covered her coat over the quilt, but she was still shivering with cold. She tried not to think about Wang Yi who slept in the other bed, and turned off the lights as soon as he got into bed. She stayed up until midnight with her teeth rattling, and finally fell asleep under the exhausting pressure of the day. In the dream, she became the little match girl in Hans Christian Andersen's painting, walking barefoot through the streets and alleys on the snow-covered road. She also used the method of polishing matches to keep warm. After a while, her feet eased and her body was no longer cold. She happily polished the matches one by one, until the thunder woke her up.