The water vapor floating in the air condensed shallowly, formed ice crystals, and then fell towards the vast earth like a ten-petaled flower.

Around the corner, there is a breakfast shop, under the boiling oil pot, scalding fritters and green onion cakes.

The owner of the shop, Lao Zhang, has always been industrious, no matter the wind or rain, he will open, for more than ten years, only one morning has been missing.

Lao Zhang touched the sweat on his forehead, the first batch was ready, usually at this time, someone should sit down in the shop, because this snow will probably delay a stick of incense.

Lao Zhang took advantage of the leisure, squatted in a corner, lit his pipe, and took a deep breath.

In the last days of late autumn, the first snow of the year arrived, at a time that no one expected.

Spitting smoke, Lao Zhang was closing his eyes and pondering the taste, when someone suddenly shouted.

"Boss, a bowl of wonton soup. ”

Lao Zhang muttered.

"We don't make ravioli here. ”

And when he turned back, he saw the man who spoke.

Lao Zhang was stunned, quickly straightened up, wanted to step forward to hug, but shrunk his hands and feet, and finally said.

"Wait, I'll buy it. ”

Meng Qingyi casually sat down at the outermost table.

Stretching out his palm, he didn't deliberately grab it, and a few snowflakes jumped out and swayed in his palm, Meng Qingyi stared quietly until the snowflakes were melted by the body temperature and turned into a bead flower.

Meng Qingyi raised his head, he had never felt that the snowflakes were so beautiful like at this moment.

The messy hair that had been cut before had finally been cut, and now it was parted from the middle of the forehead and scattered next to the cheeks, making it look much more handsome.

Meng Qingyi looked at the snow and suddenly heard someone shouting.

"Old Zhangtou, old Zhangtou, where are you going, you don't even care about business!"

I have lived in a prison for ten years, monotonous and boring, and it takes half a month before someone will bring a jar of wine to talk about the outside world.

Every month, Meng Qingyi is looking forward to those two days, and now she feels happy when she sees unfamiliar people nagging in front of her.

couldn't help but answer, Meng Qingyi opened his mouth to answer.

"This sister-in-law, do you want to buy anything?"

The woman glanced at Meng Qingyi, but she was a little ashamed, brushed the hair in her ear, and said.

"But I don't buy anything. I'm here to find Lao Zhangtou. I want to make it clear to the dead ghost that those words yesterday pierced my heart, and if I don't apologize, I will definitely tear down the dead ghost's lute bone. ”

The more you talk about it, the more aggressive it becomes.

The woman was angry, panting, looking at the stunned Meng Qingyi, and then changed into a shy smile, and said.

"What kind of boy are you? I haven't seen much. ”

Meng Qingyi smiled.

"When I left home at a young age, it's no wonder that my sister-in-law has never seen it. ”

Woman.

"Then who are you and Lao Zhangtou?"

Meng Qingyi said.

"It's my uncle and nephew. ”

In the light snow, Lao Zhang held a bowl of wontons in both hands, his steps were both steady and brisk, and he ran over and said.

"The ravioli are here. ”

At first, I didn't care, but when I came to my side, I seemed to see the woman and muttered quietly.

"Why are you here. ”

The woman smiled, grabbed Meng Qingyi's hand, and asked him to take the bowl full of wontons, and turned her face, but she was angry, twisted Lao Zhang's ears, and said with a tiger's eye.

"What's the matter, I can't get here!"

Lao Zhang immediately shouted.

"Ouch, ouch, baby, it hurts. ”

"You tap, tap, don't, don't screw, let people see the joke. ”

Then the woman let go.

Lao Zhang put his oily hand on the woman's shirt, and the woman did not dislike it. Lao Zhang said.

"Baby, it's my fault. You go home and sit down, and I'll go to your house and kneel and confess my mistake in a while. ”

The woman snorted.

"That's pretty much it. ”

The woman nodded to Meng Qingyi again and said.

"You're a good-looking nephew. ”

Lao Zhang was stunned, and then straightened his chest and said.

"Don't look at whose nephew it is. ”

The woman tapped Lao Zhang's chest and muttered.

"It's not in shape. ”

Then the woman poked her head out again and said.

"Good nephew, you two have a good time catching up, and your aunt is gone. ”

Meng Qingyi said with a smile.

"Auntie walks slowly. ”

Lao Zhang sent the woman's back, and only turned around after a while, but saw Meng Qingyi on the side, closing her mouth, snuggling towards the departing woman, and then towards herself, tilting her head, and smiling ambiguously.

Lao Zhang scolded.

"Eat your wontons well, they don't have a proper shape. ”

Meng Qingyi had no choice but to shut up and smile bitterly.

People came one after another, greeting each other and chatting about their lives. Lao Zhang ate very openly, everyone was willing to say more in front of Lao Zhang, and a batch of food was quickly sold out.

Seeing Meng Qingyi stunned aside, Lao Zhang called over to take a hand, frying fried fritters and green onions, although Meng Qingyi felt that he was a little isolated from this atmosphere, but it was not far away.

After a busy morning, Meng Qingyi collapsed on the table, only feeling more tired than practicing when he was a child.

Lao Zhang took a bowl of water, looked at the sky, and said.

"It's closed. ”

Meng Qingyi stretched his waist and said.

"Living on the outside, I know how chic it is inside. ”

Lao Zhang watched silently, couldn't help but feel pain, and couldn't help but say.

"The ...... of the Hallmaster"

Meng Qingyi stiffened, slowly retracted his stretched hand, and said.

"I know. ”

Lao Zhang said.

"Buried on Cheonan Mountain. ”

Meng Qingyi smiled.

"It's not too bad. ”

Lao Zhang said.

"Your knife, I buried it under the old banyan tree, even if it is a person, you will definitely be able to find it. ”

Meng Qingyi nodded and said.

"Good. ”

Suddenly, neither of them spoke.

Snowflakes drift silently.

Meng Qingyi got up, Lao Zhang's throat rolled, and said.

"Where are you going?"

Meng Qingyi said.

"I didn't have time to see the last one, so I should go to pay my respects. ”

Lao Zhang hurriedly cleaned up and said.

"You wait for me, I'll go with you. ”

Meng Qingyi didn't wait, Meng Qingyi joked with a smile.

"You're going to your aunt's house and kneel!"

Lao Zhang turned around, and the person had gone away.

The ground was sprinkled with snow, and there was a line of footsteps on the snow.