Yang Zheng held the chocolate and walked out of the impermeable chessboard wrapped in reinforced concrete.

The snow outside had stopped, and the wind was still blowing. He tugged at his collar with the hand that held the umbrella tightly and walked in the direction of home.

He entered the job in such a daze, and just played two inexplicable games of chess like this, and then listened to a few big and small truths like this and left work.

It's been an inexplicable day.

He thought as he glanced at the watch in his hand.

It's 10 o'clock in the morning, wouldn't it be nice to go home so early? After all, because Huanhuan learned that today was his first day of employment, she deliberately got up early and made herself a delicious breakfast.

It was a delicious breakfast, though it was just an ordinary fried egg and a bowl of ordinary millet porridge.

But it was such a simple breakfast, so that his stomach is still warm until now.

He put down the chocolate, his eyes foggy again.

The already inconspicuous Danfeng eyes, looking at the various professionals on this street, seemed to understand a lot.

In the past, when I watched Japanese dramas and Korean dramas, I would always see some particularly old episodes, and those episodes were as common as those recorded in textbooks.

Men in a mid-life crisis will get up on time and pretend to go to work in order to prevent their wives and children from finding out. Then wander around the park while looking for a job.

The scenes he had seen before were constantly jumping in front of his eyes. The handsome or unsightly, the rich or embarrassed faces, were all darkly distorted in front of his eyes, and the faces of the middle-aged men finally merged wonderfully into one and became his own face.

I am only twenty-nine years old, how could this strange midlife crisis occur in advance?

He didn't understand, and the corners of his mouth sank a little self-deprecatingly.

His legs seemed to have become heavy because of the "mid-life crisis" that came earlier, and he stepped on the thick snow on the ground step by step, and subconsciously walked towards the park.

The wind was a little cool, he suddenly felt so.

……

The park is small and not new, but it has everything it should be.

Convenient fitness facilities for all, small independent public toilets, and countless wooden chairs for people to rest. There seem to be countless such parks across the country, and each one of them is like this.

But the only difference is that today's parks, because of the wind and snow, the national fitness facilities are no longer usable, and the public toilets, which seem to always emit the smell of disinfectant water, have also become new under the heavy snow and strong winds.

Today's park is crowded with more people than in the snow.

The park was crowded with well-dressed old people and children, who were supposed to love the snow, and they clung to the snow with their gloved hands and giggled.

The old man also seemed to like snow, and they looked at the snow poems and said poems that chewed on the words, which caused a burst of applause from the people around them.

It seems that everyone except the stray cats and dogs in the park love snow.

Those stray cats and dogs, who are not usually afraid of people, but are afraid of snow, they huddle in the corner of the park, looking at the sun that has just come out of the sky.

Their stomachs are growling.

They also looked at the plums, camellias, and orchids blooming in the park's flower beds.

Perhaps in their minds, these flowers that have just been sung by humans are like cat food, dog food, and even chicken legs.

And this white snow is like leftover white rice eaten by humans.

A fat orange that had long lost its original agility and agility, as if it was on the edge of an abyss, carefully licked the snow on the ground, and then, like a human, kept spitting the snow water in its mouth, and it almost did not look like a cat.

A stray puppy, who usually loves to be clean, wheezed and staggered through the snow, and he wanted to go to a kind old lady, rubbing her pants as usual, and begging her to take out a handful or two of warm dog food from his pocket to fill his stomach.

But before it could get near the kind old lady, the little boy it hated the most came up and shouted its name. For those few bites, it also stuck out its tongue and ran around the little boy a few times with a smile on its face.

In the end, it got a bite of the cold stone-like baked cake, and it happily took it in its mouth, and walked half a circle more proudly.

The stray cats and dogs like the snow again, and they all walk into the crowd except for the fat oranges.

These old people, these kind old people.

Looking at more and more stray cats and dogs. There were a lot of frowns.

They seem to think that they are not worthy of this snowy scene, this rare grace.

They led their little grandson and granddaughter out of the park.

Regardless of the hungry bunch of stray cats and dogs.

……

Yang Zheng stepped on the color of the snow and the wind and walked to the park.

He held a newspaper in one hand and an umbrella in the other. He wanted to find a chair to sit on.

I found that the chairs were now crowded with snow.

He leaned against the wet street lamp and turned on the newspaper, trying to learn from the middle-aged men on TV to get information from the newspaper.

But now newspapers are becoming less and less distracted.

They are like chess nerds, knowing that people don't like paper newspapers very much these days, and their thickness has not only been reduced by half, but so has their depth.

"Xiao Yang, why are you here so early today?" Several chess friends looked at Yang Zheng and greeted him familiarly.

They shouldn't be able to play chess today. After all, this snow flooded the chessboard. It also made them notice something other than the chessboard.

Yang Zheng looked at these chess friends, put away the newspaper, and was about to vent his bitterness to them, so that Uncle Li's deception of himself would become a topic of conversation after dinner.

The big fat orange walked over.

Its fat body made it more like it was rolling over.

It rubbed the pants of the chess players, exchanged for half a ham sausage, and stared at the newspaper in Yang Zheng's hand.

Those little eyes that were crowded with fat were rarely full of longing.

This desire made Yang Zheng unable to refuse, and the desire in his eyes also made Yang Zheng completely forget the inexplicable today.

He handed the newspaper to Fat Orange's hand.

Seeing that the fat orange didn't even eat the ham sausage, it was pleasantly surprised to hold the newspaper in its mouth, regained its former agility and flexibility, and stomped away with small steps like a real cat.

"I probably want to fight you guys." Yang Zheng's mood was also inexplicably cheerful, and he said to these chess friends with a smile.

The chess players looked at the smile on his face, and they laughed too.

"Since the weather is so good today, let's go, let's go play chess!" A fat chess player looked at the snowy sky and smiled longingly!