Winter took over the autumn class, and the weather seemed to say that it was cold and cold, without warning, and the cold caught people off guard and penetrated into the bone marrow.

Yijian pushed open the door and walked out into the street, the milky white mist surrounding her, and the white expanse in front of her eyes. She closed her eyes and opened them again, their eyeballs moist with a hint of coolness.

She walked past her alma mater in middle school, and the vibrant campus of the past suddenly became quiet, with a thick layer of frost condensed on the withered grass, a cold wind blew, the trees next to her "rustled", and a few yellow leaves swirled in the air and quietly landed.

Slowly, the sunlight shines through the thin clouds, shining on the white earth, reflecting the silver light, shining people's eyes, the mist is pushed away by a round of orange-red sunlight, the red light is overflowing, and the warmth is gradually embedded in the heart.

On weekends, because of the tranquility of winter, there are many fewer people coming and going, and the originally lively street seems to be less popular.

Yijian turned around to a flower shop on the corner, bought her mother's favorite bouquet, and then took the bus to her mother's sleeping place.

One, two, three steps to the grave and squatting, gently leaning the flower next to the still smiling photo.

She squatted there quietly, staring at her mother as if she were a child, and felt the warmth from the bottom of her heart.

For a moment of silence, in the cold air, it seems that I saw warm tears, because of gratitude for life? Or is it the longing for loved ones? A tear slipped down and splashed on the ground, melting the frost on the ground.

Yijian suddenly thought of her future, should she look forward to happiness and joy in the future? Or continue to wander and wait in the pale world...

But it was only a momentary thought, and she quickly erased it from her mind, because she knew that the more she asked for it, the more tired she became.

She began to tremble with her hands around her and lowered her head into her arms!

After a day of wandering aimlessly, the sky was drenched in heavy rain, but fortunately it was not far from the residence, and Jane returned to the door in three steps and two steps.

In the darkness, the sound of rain was heard, the cold rain of winter, lapping on the ancient stone steps, and the leaves had fallen to the ground. The occasional sound of the wheels passing by, mixed with the rain, near and far, seems to be an irregular cycle.

Time has taken away her innocence, and now Yijian has a little more indifference and a little more depth. The past time is gradually blurred in the rings of memory, and only empty passion remains.

A whole winter passed in the cold, and even the life of the library was deserted, the curator would go to the sun to drink coffee and bask in the sun when he was free, and Xiaoya also completed several books in a row, and Jane began to re-plan her life....

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens! As soon as I closed my eyes and opened my eyes, it was the spring of the next year.

The spring drizzle wets the river and awakens the earth. All the energetic creatures are awake, and the elves on the telephone poles are like small notes on a staff, playing beautiful music happily.

I can't remember the first time I came to C Town, Uncle Yang was wandering around the street in a car, his eyes were like radar, and suddenly a woman rushed out in front of him, and he braked sharply.

Maybe he's too tired, or maybe he's old, Uncle Yang sighed, thinking that it's better to go to meet friends, so let's rest.

In front of the library, the old curator saw Uncle Yang from a distance and hurriedly came out of the back room to greet him.

"Old friend, long time no see!" The old curator was excited.

"Yes! It's been a long time! Uncle Yang smiled and shook the old curator's hand. It seems that the older you get, the more affectionate you feel when you see your friends.

"Come in and sit down and have a cup of coffee." The old curator patted Uncle Yang on the back and led him into the library.

Xiao Ya brought two cups of coffee to the backyard.

The curator and Uncle Yang sat in the courtyard and began to reminisce about the past, talking about the past...

Uncle Yang took a sip of the coffee that Yijian had made with his own hands, and suddenly he was in a trance, and the old curator was curious.

"Lao Yang, what's wrong with you?" When the curator saw Uncle Yang's surprised expression, he couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, it's okay, I suddenly remembered a child." Uncle Yang replied wistfully.

"What child?" The old curator was even more puzzled, and his curiosity increased again.

Under the curator's repeated questions, Uncle Yang roughly explained what happened, and the old curator sighed while listening.

"That's why I've been here several times...."

After the story was told, there was silence for a moment, the old curator looked at his cup, the coffee in it had been drunk, so he stood up, took Uncle Yang's cup and walked into the house.

happened to meet Yijian with a coffee pot and wanted to open the door and come out.

"Eh, Yijian, I'm just looking for you to refill the cup!"

"Really? Then we just have a good idea, I was thinking that you would come to me, hehe... By the way, are you talking to your friends okay...."

This familiar sound, this familiar name, and this familiar smell of coffee.... Uncle Yang stood up unconsciously, speechless in surprise.

Is it really that there is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it...

Lao Yang hurriedly took a few steps forward, but he remembered that he stopped in a hurry, because An's mother had explained that she could not startle the snake, lest Yijian be frightened and escape again.

After a while, the old curator came out of it, and after being confirmed by the side knock, Uncle Yang hurriedly bid farewell to the old curator and returned to K City.

It's another rainy day, I'm most afraid of this kind of ethereal drizzle, but I didn't bring an umbrella, Yijian stood at the door of the library and stomped her feet, and then rushed to the bus stop.

Passing by the newsstand, I only heard Aunt Wen shouting, "I didn't bring an umbrella again..."

Yi Jian ran over with a smile, and her voice disappeared behind her, "yes..."

After getting off the bus, running on the side road in a hurry, and being splashed by passing cars, she stood under the eaves not far from her home and flicked the water stains on her white dress.

She raised her head, the rain was still falling, the sound of the thin sticky rain sounded softly, the dim light in front of the door through the window, shining the fine silver like a needle of rain, hitting a graceful figure, she held an umbrella, tilted her head, and looked at the direction of Yijian's room.

This back is familiar, the more you walk in, the more affirmed, the closer you get, the clearer it is...

"Mom, Mom—" her slightly trembling voice finally cried out.

Mother Ann heard the sound and slowly turned her head...

opened the door, walked into the room with An's mother, sat quietly at the table, and looked at each other silently for a long, long time... I don't know if it's tears or the rain just now.

An's mother broke the silence and spoke, "Yijian, have you eaten?" Her voice was soft and cautious.

"Not yet—" Yijian's voice was also very soft, and it dragged on for a long time.

"Then mom will do it for you!" After Anmu finished speaking, she removed the stool and stood up.

"No, Mom, I'll do it..."Yijian also stepped forward.

Mother An stroked Yijian's shoulders and rubbed her arms, "Let's come, look at you, your clothes are wet, hurry up and take a bath, and you can eat after you finish taking a bath." ”

After An's mother finished speaking, Yijian had to turn around slowly, take her clothes and walk into the bathroom.

Yijian came out of the shower, and An's mother was still busy in the kitchen...

The contours of my mother's face are still beautiful, and there are hardly any traces left on her face over the years!

Yijian stepped forward and hugged An's mother gently, "Mom..."

"What's wrong?" Mother Ann asked with a gentle side face.

"It's okay, I just wanted to shout to you." Yijian buried her head in An's mother's neck.

"Silly child..."An's mother's voice was a little choked.

Yijian smiled with tears, "I'm so happy to be your child." ”

Mother An was moved, and then showed her face, "Mom is happy, because God brought you to me again." ”

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