How cold is Anseong?

Probably Jiang Limei hasn't been back for many years, and from time to time she dreams of being surrounded by the cold.

Especially in the depths of winter and early spring, no matter how heavy the haze and dust are, it will be blown away by the north wind, and the wind will sting when it touches the bare skin, like a knife with a blade. When she was in high school, every girl was dressed in a wide plush scarf, gloves, ear packs, and snow boots.

The hat is not worn because it will collapse the bangs and it will not look good.

Jiang Limei doesn't have bangs, but she doesn't like to wear hats, her forehead is full and smooth, and there is no worry about the hairline at that time.

Cao Qiong learned to knit patterns and knitted a scarf for Jiang Limei with red mohair wool, which was fiery and red, like a flame in winter, and was particularly conspicuous in the blue and white school uniforms, beautiful and warm.

Later, the scarf disappeared somewhere, and was forgotten along with many dusty memories.

Jiang Limei forgot a lot of things in Anseong, unintentionally, intentionally, but in the winter of Anseong, she will always remember it deeply.

Especially outside the window, it is cold and snowy, and the lights in the classroom are long and warm.

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The winter vacation of Ren Yu's sophomore year of high school was very hard, and after the Spring Festival in a hurry, he was notified by the school that the key class of the sophomore year of high school and all the junior high school students went back to school for self-study.

The sense of urgency of the college entrance examination, they have to experience it now.

The whole school was covered with heavy snow, and the white was dazzling, and only a thin and narrow road was swept out of the school gate to the teaching building for students who studied on their own.

In addition to going to the cafeteria to eat, Ren Yu basically does not go out of the teaching building, and the place he goes to most often is the corridor between the first and second floors of high school.

Now there are few people on campus, neither the first and second years of high school are there, and there is no one in the corridor. He used to stand in front of the second window of the corridor, because it was closest to the pavilion downstairs, sometimes by memorizing words, sometimes by pure daze.

Now the eaves of the pavilion are also covered with snow, and in the plain white, only a little wood-colored edge is exposed, and the dead vines of plants are scattered randomly, waiting for spring to come.

In fact, it is just a mediocre corner of the campus.

Ren Yushen looked at the empty pavilion, felt the wind shuttling in the corridor, and sketched a concrete face in his mind. He came here every day, and it took a week before he finally realized the crux of the problem—

He liked it purely because of the person, not because of the situation.

In contrast, Ren Xun's winter vacation is much richer.

In preparation for next year's art exam, he changed his studio, found a famous teacher to guide him, and spent most of the rest of his time asking friends out to play ball, watch movies, or play board games.

He also installed a set of surround sound in the bedroom, playing some restless songs that his mother couldn't understand, and every time his mother passed by, he had to caress his heart and frown.

Just a wall apart, Ren Yu's bedroom here is as clean as a Zen room, he doesn't let his aunt come in to clean, and rarely let Ren's mother set foot on it, one desk and a book are enough for him to spend one night.

During the day, he had a cold, and when he went home at night, he soaked himself in a cold spirit to drink, but the music next door shook the sky.

Ren Yu stared at the brown liquid in the cup, and the water surface seemed to ripple with the rhythm.

He was upset and went to knock on the door next door, Ren Xun opened the door quickly, but as soon as he saw him, he was choked by Ren Yu:

"Be quiet, make a little more noise, and I'll throw you out with your broken speaker."

The two brothers are about the same height and size, but Ren Xun has been used to being taught by Ren Yu since he was a child, and he always feels that his brother is calm and introverted in front of outsiders, and he is actually a group of black-bellied. It's not that I didn't fight when I was a child, but I won less and lost more. Ren Yu is ruthless, not easy to mess with.

Ren Xun raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender, and when Ren Yu let go, he went to turn off the stereo first, and then leaned against the door:

"Brother, is the school cafeteria open for lunch now?"

Ren Yu glanced at him: "Otherwise? Hungry? ”

Now there is only a third year of high school in the school, plus a class in the second year of high school, but there are more than 1,000 people anyway, and although the dishes in the cafeteria are not as good as usual, they are still quite rich.

Ren Xun propped up the door: "I want to go to school tomorrow to play ball, and if I have lunch at noon, I will eat in the cafeteria." ”

Ren Yu was noncommittal: "Whatever." Remember to wear your school uniform. ”

The rule of Anseong No. 9 High School is that no matter whether it is a holiday or a time, students must wear school uniforms whenever they arrive at school.

When Ren Yu got up the next morning, it was only half past six, but he was told that Ren Xun went out before dawn, and he didn't use a car to send it, and he walked by bicycle.

Ren's mother was ironing her clothes, two down jackets were hanging side by side, one gray and one white, and she put the gray one in a bag and handed it to Ren Yu:

"Your brother wore a school uniform when he went out, and he didn't wear a down jacket, so you can take it with him, go to school and give it to him."

Ren Yu said yes, but when he went to school, he didn't see Ren Xun, so he could only go to class first.

It's natural that the weather outside is so cold, the Lantern Festival hasn't passed yet, and the gray weather is easy to make people tired, which is natural. Ren Yu was not in the state of self-study for two periods, and everyone else in the classroom was similar, yawning everywhere.

People keep standing up and standing in their seats to study in order to be sober.

At the end of the third period, Ren Yu heard the sound of the playground and the sound of the basketball hitting the ground, and someone whistled happily and shouted: "Prevent him, guard him!" Anyone who is looking for it! Back to defense! ”

Ren Yu closed the lid of the pen and picked up his clothes and went downstairs.

In the past, the basketball court would never have gathered so many people. Probably because I have to go back to school during the holidays, people are sleepy, and at the moment they are like birds in captivity, watching the lively crowd around several times, most of them are in the third year of high school, there are men and women.

The atmosphere in the stadium was in full swing.

Ren Xun is tall, and there are a few sports students on the court, and he is not weak, his young body is strong and dexterous, he rolls up his sleeves, his long arms are smooth, and the broken hair on his forehead can't cover the sweat, he broke through to the basket in the heavy siege, and the basketball landed, he stood still and raised his eyebrows at the crowd.

Girls cheered from the sidelines.

Ren Yu squeezed to the side of the court, folded Ren Xun's down jacket and put it under the ball rack, and then found that Ren Xun even took off his school uniform at this time, and he was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt that was too thin to be thin.

The wind poured into the clothes and puffed up like a hunting flag.

If it was usual, Ren Yu would definitely take off his glasses, pull Ren Xun's collar by the collar and pull him aside, scold him for burning his bag, and worry about the whole family if he catches a cold.

But today, I can't say anything.

He saw Jiang Limei.

With a fair and clear face, a pair of little fox-like eyes, and a crooked smile, she stood on the sidelines, on the edge closest to the court, with her hands clasped to her mouth, cheering Ren Xun.

Among the blue and white school uniforms, she is the most conspicuous, and I can't tell if it's because of her bright facial features or the red scarf that she wears around her chin. The scarf was softer than fresh snow, and she was in it, smiling brightly.

Ren Yu unconsciously held his breath for a moment, and in a moment of distraction, he felt that the two blushes on Jiang Limei's cheeks because of the cold were even brighter than the scarf.

The air was dry, astringent and cold, and it seemed to turn into ice in an instant when it penetrated into the chest.

Across the distance of a basketball court, he looked at Jiang Limei, and Jiang Limei's eyes were always chasing Ren Xun who was running.

Ren Yu did not expect that this scene was engraved into a painting, which made him imprisoned in it for many years, like algae entangled, unable to be freed.

He made a cowardly wish, hoping that one day, such a gentle and clear gaze would also fall on him.

Even if this wish is unspeakable, he is willing to think about it and always be pious.