warm hearts

[What is the most insignificant thing in life?It was probably a chance encounter, a chance acquaintance, and a chance pass.Many people call this fate, but there are more than 3 encounters in life, how can there be so many accidental fates?Later, I gradually understood that when I was walking by in a crowd, I stopped by chance, and suddenly I looked back, if I happened to meet a pair of eyes and smiled, then this kind of fate did not necessarily come from chance.It may be a heart that has been beating beside you for a long time. It is silent, but it sends warmth all the time.

——Ji Xiao]

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North Dartmouth got its second snow of the year on the first Sunday in January.Ji Xiao woke up at [-]:[-] in the morning to the sound of the heater starting, and the sky outside was hazy.

In the corner were two suitcases and a carry-on suitcase that he had packed last night. Only his backpack was still open, waiting for him to stuff the last things into it before he set off.

Toothbrush, toothpaste, certificates, coat, and U-shaped pillow—he counted those things in his mind again, stretched his body on the bed, got up and went to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot water Come and drink.The food left in the refrigerator was just enough for him to eat two meals before he left, and there were some unopened drinks, so I left it to my roommate.

Time entered six o'clock in these trivial thoughts, and the Wechat video rang on time. Holding the glass with one hand, he swipe to answer.A familiar face immediately appeared on the screen, waving to him amidst the blurry dance music in the background: "Mr. Ji, Mr. Ji, wake up~~~~~~"

"Tsk, is there no one around you? His voice is broken." He frowned slightly subconsciously, but Ji Xiao still had a smile on his face, but if he didn't have something in both hands, he really couldn't bear it. I just want to make a forehead-supporting emoticon package.

"That's right, it's Monday, and it's snowing outside again, and none of the people who came to class have arrived." The person on the screen looked around while talking, and then adjusted the distance of the camera so that his face could be seen clearly. It is perfectly presented in the lens.

A refreshing big boy——Ji Xiao recalled the self-evaluation that man often talked about.He found a place to lean on his mobile phone, took a small milk pot and filled it with water, and started to prepare breakfast for himself: "Huh? Is it snowing in the city too?"

"That's right, the first snow, but it's also raining, so it probably won't hold up—hey, you've already woken up. Why, didn't you sleep well last night?"

"No, I'm probably a little excited to go back soon." Ji Xiao simmered the water, took out the last egg from the refrigerator, and took out the last pack of instant noodles in the cabinet, "But I didn't wake up too early, as long as you 10 minutes."

"Oh, now that you say it like this, I'm going to retire from this morning call—are you still on the plane at this time tomorrow? What time is your plane coming? I'll pick you up. I'll rest tomorrow .”

Ji Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly: "What are you going to pick up? A motorcycle? I have three suitcases. Brother, let me carry a pole and sit behind you?"

The big boy on the other side scratched his head and smiled: "Then where can I do it? I'll find a car."

While talking, someone on the other end of the video called out vaguely: "Hello, Teacher Gao." Ji Xiao knew that he had a student coming, so he waved his hand directly: "Okay, you go to class first."

"Then send me the flight number~" The big boy nodded and immediately clicked the video.The room suddenly and suddenly returned to silence, only the boiling water in the milk pot on the stove was gurgling, just as abruptly as when the video phone rang before.

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Antenote:

I haven't written a new article for more than two years, and this is the first one since I came back.The story is classified as the third part of the PM series.

Common cliché reminder:

1. The author is not quick to fill in the pits, but the pits are not bad.

2. The author has the fault of being obscure and pretending to be literary, so please be careful when you feel uncomfortable.

3. This story is purely fictitious.