i am your dog

There is a two-story house in front of the old family building that cannot be called a community.The side is facing the reception room.Looking from top to bottom, there are three windows on the second floor. The brown-black window frame has no glass. At this time, the cold wind blows in directly, penetrates through the three windows, and runs in all directions.

Each of the three windows corresponds to three rooms, and the cracked cement floor gives people a sense of inclination.But not completely broken in half.There were old and new traces of chalk paint on the walls, interspersed with blood.Although the deliberately imitated radial bloodstains are a bit like Picasso, but the large mud prints and snow water do add to the weird atmosphere.

The director's surname is Qi, and strangely, he is tying white strings to the tails of a pair of white rats.The two chipmunks were so frightened that they pulled and pissed in his hands.Director Qi frowned, threw the two mice back into the cage, and closed the cage door.The cage is facing the hole that has been dug in the bottom of the wall. As soon as the flower branch comes out of the cage, it will run directly through the hole and into another room.

He casually helped the chair beside him, and with a snap, he and the chair all fell to the ground.All the furniture in this room can only support the weight of a few apples. Facing a fat man like him, the furniture can only shout: I can't do it!

If you go downstairs, you will find that the iron stairs are covered with ice, which is evenly covered with a thin layer, making it inconvenient to go up and down.

There are rooms on both sides of the first floor. Green gauze is hung on the six window frames, most of which are hanging in the air. When the wind blows, they are the little green hands of farewell.

The garbage at the door has not had time to clean up.With one hand in their pockets, the logistics personnel tried their best to get into their sleeves with the other, and trotted all the way with the dustpan in their hands.No one thought that it would be so cold here, without the dampness of the south, just cold, bitingly cold, dehumanizingly cold, brutally cold.

No matter how many warm treasures Chen Siqi brought to Shen Jiuyan, he would not be able to warm up this kind of cold.Shen Jiuyan feels that this is his North Pole, and every moment here is his life hanging by a thread.

It seems that it has been held back for decades, and it needs a heavy snow to vent and ease.An old man was sitting in the reception room, chatting with Chen Siqi.Chen Siqi sat upright, answering every now and then.

"Speaking of which, it's been cold for half a month earlier than usual this year. My grandson has been wearing a sweater for a month earlier. But it's strange, why hasn't it snowed this year?"

"Does it snow in November?" Shen Jiuyan answered, standing beside Chen Siqi.

The old man was stunned, "It started snowing in October in the county, and it's already November... Hey, that's right! Then you can go skiing and skating. Do you like these? It’s just that the ice sculptures here are not good-looking, and the temperature is too high, and they will turn black after a long time.”

The old man used to be a middle school teacher and couldn't be idle all his life. When my wife died in my 60s, I stayed here by myself, planting potted flowers, raising a dog, leaning on a chair at noon, knitting sweaters according to my wife's instructions, and the days passed.

"Grandpa, can you still go up the mountain now?"

"Why go up the mountain?" The old man didn't understand what Chen Siqi was going to do. There are many rocky mountains here, and the landslides will occur when it rains, and it is even more difficult to walk in winter when it is frozen.

There are also those who went up here, and in the end, they twisted their feet and injured countless people. Maybe they had to call 120 to rescue people in the end.

"Oh, it's nothing." Chen Siqi said casually, without thinking clearly what he asked, "I just asked casually. When I was young, I ran a lot on the mountains, and I always wanted to drill into the mountains." He laughed and laughed. "The soil quality over there is not good enough to hold the soil, and the rocks are always sliding down."

The old man became interested again, "Where is your home?"

"Si Qi, the director is here to call for someone." After receiving Shen Jiuyan's text message, Qi Fatty ran over and smiled at the old man, "Old man, let's have dinner together tonight, mutton and white wine, just bought."

The old man glanced at Chen Siqi, "This guy doesn't want to eat, does he? Forget it, you are not used to the way we eat here, you can't eat together!"

Chen Siqi opened his mouth for a long time, but didn't answer.

"Thank you, Grandpa." Shen Jiuyan gave Chen Siqi a nod, and walked out, "If you don't want to eat, you can force it. Don't you know it's shameful to waste it?"

"I don't know...it's not Jiuye. I didn't say I didn't want to eat it, but I didn't eat it here, nor with these people. Do you understand?" Chen Siqi's mind was probably frozen, and when he saw that Shen Jiuyan didn't answer, he stood there The ground does not move.He looked at Shen Jiuyan and seriously said, "Master Jiu, do you understand?"

Shen Jiuyan wanted to say that he didn't understand, just like he didn't understand why Chen Siqi had to let him understand, he had to know what to understand.He didn't understand the attachment of the other party.

The snowflakes came much earlier than they imagined, and they disappeared on the ground like falling stars under the lights.

The wet but cold touch touched his cheek, Chen Siqi smiled in relief, and he groped in his pocket.He found the cigarette case, shook out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it.He laughed so hard that he couldn't tell whether he was sad or happy.The maroon pupils are deep because of the darkness, just like the heart that he has been carefully covering up, and he can only understand it when he goes to the deepest part.

He waved at Shen Jiuyan to signal him to go first.A person looks up at the snow under the street lamp.He looked left and right to make sure there was no one there, and then crouched under the street lamp, the light forming a pale circle and carefully wrapping him.He lowered his head and buried it in his arms, his shoulders twitching slightly.His eyes were smudged by the smoke, and his face was embellished by the snow.

Shen Jiuyan crouched in a dark corner.He couldn't see Chen Siqi's tears, but he knew that this person must be crying.Whenever he smokes, his shadow seems to be crying.

He didn't dare to understand this person, didn't dare to go any further, even if they were attracted to each other, he couldn't take it as sympathy or understanding. He clearly knew what he was doing, but he wasn't clear enough about his heart.He knew that such a morbid relationship could not continue, but he didn't know if there would be a little bit of true love besides this morbid relationship.

So now he began to be afraid that Chen Siqi would see him, afraid to see him walking towards him, afraid that he would be attracted to follow in his footsteps, and continue an inexplicable relationship, so he left.Maybe what he wants is a term that has nothing to do with love but still makes sense and can maintain the status quo.

The first snow was not light enough to leave his footprints, and mixed with the wet ground, he walked out of the world he had just stepped into.