Winter, deep winter, goose feather heavy snow.

The sky was full of wind and snow, and the wisps of sunshine or the moonlight that had not faded were scattered on the silver-white earth from the cracks in the black oppressive clouds.

Yang Zheng stood next to the light under the street lamp, his eyes also fell on the bright screen of his mobile phone, and there seemed to be light in the corners of his mouth.

The snow droplets hit the phone screen little by little and made a crunchy sound, and he also wiped the snow stains on the phone again and again, until his nose felt numb, and he put the phone in his clothes with cold hands and feet.

Huanhuan likes winter, although it is summer in her comics, but she looks at the goose feathers and snow, and her eyes are full of longing.

Chess nerds also like winter, although the heavy snow has overflowed, making her small chess room even more business-free, but she looked at the snow and said with a smile, is it a pity not to eat a hot pot on such a cold day.

Uncle Li, Lao Zhang, and Wang Fugui, who are elderly, also like this winter with goose feathers and heavy snow, because the long-lost heavy snow makes them seem to see what they missed when they open their eyes and close their eyes.

It seems that except for the fat orange in the park, everyone around Yang Zheng likes this snowy winter.

The fat and cute fat orange who has lived in the park since birth, dragged the newspaper that could not be read clearly for a long time to the only heated public toilet management room in the park.

The old and unadult-like public toilet administrator, he half-pulled his eyes and looked at the fat orange who broke into the room, his withered yellow face was like Qiu Ju who was about to freeze to death, opening his mouth and closing his mouth, hiding the cold and warm self-knowledge.

In his small room, there is a lonely chessboard, on which more than half of the pieces have long been missing. The chess pieces that were randomly placed on the chessboard seemed to be like his life, which was about to come to an end.

He loved and hated winter, and for an old man like him, every winter was both rebirth and death.

After all, if you can survive this winter, you may be able to survive the next winter. If you can't stand it, is it a bit poetic to be buried in this vast snowy day?

The old man thought so, and wrapped himself in a yellowed quilt, and looked out the window at the snow, and there seemed to be a candle burning in his cloudy eyes.

The candle was faint and small, and it seemed to be extinguished as soon as it was blown.

However, this faint candlelight brought hope to the big orange.

Meow, the orange cat barked.

She seems to be courting, as if she is begging, and as if she is expressing her anger at the snow.

Her meow, the cat's meow, accompanied by the wind outside the window, seemed so insignificant.

The old man slowly moved his eyes to the big orange.

"Close the door."

The old man didn't care whether Da Tang understood or not, he stretched out his stubby fingers, pointed to the ajar door, and said hoarsely.

Tachibana seemed to understand, and she pressed her body against the door.

The small door should be regarded as one of the greatest inventions in human history, because it not only hinders the wind, snow and rain, but also hinders every person and animal with bad intentions.

Although this small door does not look so sturdy, for many people, this small door presents the world in front of the door, and what is contained behind the door is the destination.

Or the warmth of the hand when it retracts the quilt, or the sound of the wind and snow outside after the door closes.

The old man closed his eyes again.

……

He had a dream,

A dream about chess, in which a cold steel monster appeared, and it held out its fingers at him, as if provocative and like a declaration of war.

In front of the steel monster was a chess piece made of gold, a magnificent and beautiful chess piece that instantly captivated his eyes.

"Come on." The steel monster opened its mouth, and there were countless cobwebs growing in his mouth, and each of them was tied to small people.

Look closely, those little people, some are his acquaintances, some are his wife, children and family who have left him, and of course, more are the chess masters he has played against.

They were silent in the net, their numb eyes looking at the golden chessboard in front of them, and gradually turning from numbness to anger.

Those angry eyes seemed to say that this damn chess had caused them to live in poverty.

Those angry eyes also seemed to hate themselves, hating themselves for doing nothing in their lives, and using mediocrity as an excuse before they died.

They also looked at him along the chessboard, and became happy.

Those happy eyes seemed to say that they were waiting for him.

When he finished playing the last game of chess in his life, he was trapped in this little net with them.

He was a little frightened by these eyes, so scared that his hands and feet were cold, and his forehead was covered with dense sweat.

"Please." The steel monster closed its mouth and sat down across from him.

The people trapped in the net continued to wail in the darkness as the steel monster closed its mouth.

The screams made him close his eyes in pain.

……

The fat orange has no name, because she has never had an owner.

She didn't have a home either, although she was born in this park, and if nothing happened, she would have died in this park.

But she never felt like the park was her home. I never thought I would die.

To live is the right of every species in the world to live.

Living is also the most beautiful thing in the world.

She wanted to stay alive, to live, so on this dangerous snowy day, she came to this place that was probably the warmest she knew.

Although she guessed from the faces of those kind old men and old ladies that this might be the dirtiest place, and although she also felt that the old people in this room, no matter how they looked or smelled, they were not as gentle as those old people and children who had delicious food hidden in their pockets.

But she felt that this old man would never refuse her.

Because, like her, he is lonely and not liked.

Even he was just as disgusted by his kind as she was.

……

She looked at the little room, which had nothing but a television, a table, a bed, and a little chessboard.

She was a little envious, at least, this room was much more beautiful and rich than her little newspaper.

Thinking of this, she twisted her head to look at her newspaper again.

In the pile of newspapers, there was a dirty tennis ball that I don't know who had lost it, and in addition to a withered flower of an unknown species.

Both of these are her treasures.

She was deciding what to use as a borrowing fee to give to this old man who was not liked by her own kind like her.

She walked around the little newspaper twice, and finally chose the withered flower.

In her little head, people seem to love flowers.

Whether it is real flowers, fake flowers, or paper flowers, people have no resistance to such things.

Since people can even accept fake flowers, paper flowers.

Presumably he would like this withered flower.

She held the flower in her mouth and carefully placed it next to the old man's pillow, and she meowed with satisfaction and joy.

The meow seemed to drown out the sound of the wind outside, and the sound of snow became the only sound in the room.

……

He opened his eyes.

The candlelight in those cloudy eyes seemed to have turned into firelight.

The blazing light of the fire made him feel as if he was back to his youth this time.

Because, he smelled the fragrance of flowers that he had not seen for a long time.