Xia Buhe regained consciousness, and in a trance, he didn't know where he was.

This is?

Snow?

Shabhe stretched out his hand and caught a snowflake.

Following his gaze towards the palm of his hand, Xia Buhe found himself standing in a winter gloom.

The trees withered, leaving only empty branches, and the thick accumulated leaves on the ground were covered with a thin layer of snow.

Strange, how could there be an inexplicable scene in my divine consciousness space......

She inquired about the little Gege in her consciousness, but received no reply.

Xia Buhe's first reaction was that he had entered the Divine Consciousness Space.

Because as soon as I woke up, I was standing, in front of this brick and stone hut by the street.

is also because she doesn't feel the cold of winter, even if she is still wearing a cool summer dress.

"Hey, this winter, you just wear this, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

An impolite accosting interrupted Tabho's thoughts.

A rickshaw pulled up in front of her, riding a young boy of seventeen or eighteen, dressed in a cotton suit that was not very clean, his face was not clean, and there were bruises at the corners of his eyes.

Wrong......

Xia Buhe watched the boy gasp for air, condensing into a cloud of white mist in the winter sun.

How can there be anyone else in my consciousness......

"Talking to you, looking at your face, where are you from?" The boy stiffened his limbs and rolled out of the tricycle and approached Shabho.

"I ...... I'm from Cangjiang......"

"Cangjiang...... I also have relatives who live in Cangjiang. I heard that the winter in Cangjiang is also very warm, and it doesn't snow......" the young man said, brushing past Xia Buhe, and reaching out to push the wooden door of the tiled house behind Xia Buhe.

With a creak, the wooden door opened.

Shabhe could clearly smell the smoke of firewood coming from the room.

"It's cold outside, let's come in and have a fire......"

Shabhe wanted to refuse, but was pulled into the house by the boy.

Xia Buhe didn't feel the cold in the air, but he clearly felt the coldness coming from his wrist.

The source of the coldness was the young man's frozen red hand.

It was cold, like a cold-blooded viper, winding all the way up Shabhe's arm.

Then, Shabhe's vision began to shake as if it was infested by the venom of a poisonous snake.

The surrounding scene also became distorted, leaving only the bruised and filthy face of the young man in front of him.

When the face turned pale, the vision was obscured by the whiteness.

Xia Buhe looked closely, only to find that the white expanse was a heavy snow that obscured his vision.

Her gaze pierced through the wind and snow, and froze under the goose feathers in the sky, a town covered in snow.

Before dawn, there were already people running around the streets.

On the side of the street, smoke rises from a simple brick and stone hut.

The cracked wooden door opened, and a cold wind poured into the house.

The woman who opened the door screamed, and a man in the room heard the sound and came out.

"Again...... It's an unfortunate man......" the man sighed.

In the corner not far from the door, there was a huddled corpse.

"She has a baby ...... in her arms"

The woman saw the swaddling clothes in the corpse's arms, and saw the corpse's lips not fully closed—as if she was still singing a song to the swaddling clothes in her arms, but the song stopped abruptly at the last sentence that she didn't have time to say......

"The child is still alive" The man took the swaddling clothes out of the corpse's arms, feeling the residual warmth in the already stiff arms, and his expression was solemn, "It's just ......"

The woman took the swaddling clothes, and also saw the baby's diaper frozen stiff between her legs, shook her head and sighed: "It's a pity that such a cute child......"

"Let's have another one...... the man opens his coat and covers the woman and the baby inside.

The woman looked at the man and hesitated: "But we are all living so hard......"

"No matter how hard life is, at least we are alive, aren't we......" The man dusted off the snow from the woman's head, his eyes showing pity.

"Daddy, Ah Sheng, he's wetting the bed again......" A boy ran to the door and looked at his parents in the snow curiously, "Mother, what's in your arms......"

"This is also your brother, Ahe." The man walked up to the boy and stroked the top of his head dotingly, "Ah Shi will also take good care of Ah Sheng in the future......

The boy jumped to his feet, trying to see his new brother.

The woman lowered the swaddling cloth so that the boy could see the infant sleeping soundly.

The boy untied the scarf around his neck and carefully wrapped it to the side of the baby's face, and the baby seemed to feel the residual temperature on the scarf, and stretched out his little hand to pull the corner of the scarf, revealing the four words embroidered on the scarf - longevity and longevity.

……

Xia Buhe's vision was once again obscured by the white expanse, and when her vision became clear, she saw the simple masonry hut again:

The hut wasn't covered in snow and ice, but the empty streets in front of the hut were even more lonely than in winter.

A yellow leaf floated down from the branch and landed at the woman's feet.

"Mother, when will my brother and father come back?" A child leads a toddler to the woman.

The woman squatted at the door, lit the paper money in her hand, and did not turn her head: "Your brother came back after collecting firewood, and your father and father ...... He can't come back until the work on the mine is done......"

"Daddy, he's been in the mine for several days, why did he have to go for so long this time?" The child's face is innocent.

A cold wind blew away the burning flames of the paper money, curling the few strands of hair on the woman's forehead: "When you grow up and can make money, your father will no longer have to work in the mines......"

"Why doesn't the fat daddy have to go to the mine to work, and the small-eyed dad doesn't have to go to the mine to work, just our dad went so far to work in the mine......" The innocent child pulled the hem of the woman's clothes and shook it.

"Their dad has the ability to make money. It's not like your father, who doesn't have the ability to ......" The woman's tone couldn't tell whether it was sadness or anger, "Sheng'er, you have to remember that money is not a good thing, but people without money are not even ...... things"

The shaky child took a few steps towards the brazier, and when stopped by the woman, he ripped off the scarf around his neck and placed it on the woman's lap.

The voice of the milk whirring was still indistinct, and the words were intermittently spit out: "Mother, it's cold outside, you, cough ......"

"Ah Sheng, you take your brother into the house first......" The woman clutched her scarf tightly, still not looking back.

The child pouted and led the child into the house.

When the woman saw the corner of the scarf, the embroidered four words, she kept muttering:

"Your dad is incompetent, he's a short-lived ghost......"

"Your father has no ability, and he can't make money......"

"Your father has no ability, and he married my sick daughter-in-law......"

“……”

The ashes left of the burning paper money drifted in the wind, and the brazier was devoid of flames, leaving only a puff of green smoke.

The green smoke penetrated the woman's eyes, and smoked her eyes, and smoked her tears......

Xia Buhe's eyes moved, only to find the young man hiding behind the low wall next to the house, sitting on a bundle of firewood to hide his face and weep, but he didn't dare to cry.