When He Xiyan returned to his hometown of Liuyang, it was already noon the next day, and the weather was terrible today, with light snow and ice on the ground.

She dragged the suitcase carefully through the neighborhood, the road was slippery, her shoes seemed to be in water, and her feet were so cold that they seemed to lose consciousness.

She gritted her teeth and walked slowly forward, occasionally slapping the snowflakes that fell on her clothes with her hands.

After walking for almost 10 minutes, she finally came downstairs on the third floor, where her home was in Unit 1302 of this building.

He Xiyan walked into the unit door, and then came to the elevator door, and at this moment, a woman's hand slapped her on the shoulder.

"Aunt Li......" He Xiyan looked back and found that it was the aunt in the commissary downstairs.

Aunt Li was smiling, and there were some small tear moles in the corners of her eyes.

She looked at He Xiyan and asked with a smile, "Yan Yan, let's have a winter vacation." ”

He Xiyan smiled, revealing two shallow dimples on her cheeks, although she was not very beautiful, she was delicate and aura.

"Yes, Aunt Li. We're on vacation. "In this community, He Xiyan doesn't know many people, and Aunt Li is the person she is most familiar with in this community, because Aunt Li is her mother's friend.

"That's right, Auntie......" He Xiyan suddenly remembered something, and quickly took out a small purse from the small tree gang he was carrying, and then took out 8 hundred-yuan bills from it.

Aunt Li was stunned for a moment, "Yan Yan, ...... are you?"

He Xiyan handed the money to Aunt Li. Sorry says:

"It's for you. I'm sorry, Auntie, I really didn't have any money on hand in the past two years, so I delayed paying you back for so long. ”

He Xiyan smiled awkwardly, although Aunt Li didn't urge herself to return you, but she felt embarrassed every time she met her.

Aunt Li pursed her lips and smiled, "Oh, you kid, Auntie didn't urge you to pay it back, what else do you want." ”

He Xiyan directly stuffed the money into Aunt Li's hand.

It is natural to repay debts, and besides, she is already an adult.

He Xiyan took the elevator to the 13th floor, and then opened the door to his home.

The last time she came back was during the Qingming Festival, and it has been 9 months now.

The house was still the same as it was, with outdated furniture and old appliances, deserted, and the coffee table and dining table in the living room were covered with ashes.

He Xiyan had to spend two hours cleaning every time he went home, and it was the same today.

After cleaning, she made a bowl of instant noodles and ate it while roasting it.

There was no heating or air conditioning in the house, and she shivered with the cold, and the fire box was the only tool to keep warm.

She sat on the couch with her feet on the firebox and her hands warmed in the quilt.

This firebox was bought by my father when he was alive, and it has been 7 years. She still remembers that at the end of every year, the family would sit together on the fire, and her father would prepare a deck of playing cards, and they would fight the landlord together.

He Xiyan stroked her chest, as long as she thought of these past events, her heart seemed to stop beating, and she was indescribably uncomfortable.

She turned her head to look at a painting she had once painted on the wall, which depicted a family of three eating, and her parents were smiling and she looked very happy.

It's just that now, there can be no laughter in this family anymore.