Affectionate for a long time

The weather is not so good today, I opened the curtains, it was dark outside, very dull.

"The weather forecast says it will snow today. If it really snows, it will be the first snow of this year." Zhuang Moli opened the window a crack, and the cold fresh air scrambled into the greenhouse, circled around the house, and rolled up. A lot of cloudy carbon dioxide is gone.

"The snow fell too late this year, it's almost Christmas Eve." Shen Tang leaned on the bed and sipped the milk lightly. He didn't see how much he drank even though the cup of hot milk was covered by him.

"That's right, it's already fifteen today." Zhuang Moli remembered what Shen Tang said.

It was fifteen, Shen Tang looked at the time, it was [-]:[-], his mother was coming soon.

"If you go out today, remember to bring your umbrella."

"Well, I see." Zhuang Moli put the cold milk in his hand on the bedside table, sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips that was stained with milk froth.

Shen Tang stretched out his arms to hug him, and gradually deepened this milky kiss.

"Mo Li, I'm here." Yin Hanzhi walked in with a lot of things in his hand, breathing a puff of white air, "Hey, this city W is obviously in the south, how can it be so much colder than city B? An old bone is about to fall apart!"

"The south is very humid, and there is no heating like the north. When the wind blows, it will be very cold. You should wear more." Zhuang Moli said as he helped her hang up her scarf and hat.

"That's right. It seems that I really underestimated. The temperature doesn't look low. When I go out, I'm blown like a dog." Yin Hanzhi put his hand to his mouth and breathed, Shen Tang fished out the hot water bottle from the quilt and stuffed it To her, she said earnestly, "Mom, please dress yourself appropriately."

On the outside, the aunts who are the same age as her are all wrapped up like a ball, but she is more beautiful than the little girls who love beauty. She has a cashmere petticoat inside and a silver-gray overcoat on the outside.Think of it as your own home in city b, with heating everywhere.

"I know, I'm not prepared! I've been wearing this all the time, who knew it would be so cold..."

"Let Qingcheng bring you a down jacket, he should still be in the hotel now."

"Okay, I'll call him later." Yin Hanzhi didn't wear those clothes that made him look bloated since he was young, but he still compromised with the damn weather and cared about his son.

"Auntie, I'll trouble you this morning. I'll go out and be back around noon." Zhuang Moli said while putting on his hat and scarf.

"Remember to bring an umbrella." Shen Tang instructed again.

"Bring it." Zhuang Moli took out an umbrella from the cabinet and waved it in front of him. When he walked to the door, he couldn't help but look back at him.

He was also looking at him, with those clear and dark eyes that were as clear as when he was a teenager.

"Wait for me to come back," he said.

"En." Shen Tang smiled and nodded.

Guanyin Temple.

Today was the fifteenth day, and the number of people in the temple did not decrease because of the gloomy weather. Zhuang Moli donated money for sesame oil at the gate and received three sticks of incense.

The main hall of Guanyin Temple is dedicated to the merciful and compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva. Zhuang Moli knelt on a straw woven futon, looked up at Guanyin sitting on the lotus platform in the center of the hall, and silently made a wish.

"Greatly merciful Guanyin Bodhisattva, please be kind to me. Don't take him away from me, and let all the suffering befall me, in exchange for his safety and health."

"I will always believe in you and do good in my life!"

Every time, every time is the same wish, every first and fifteenth day, he will come.

After piously making his wish, Zhuang Moli put the incense into the incense burner, and walked out quietly like everyone who came to offer incense.

There is a wide yard in front of the main hall, and there is a bodhi tree in the yard. Under the tree, there is a booth for lottery and lottery. Two monks wearing long robes and jackets are sitting behind the booth.

"Benefactor." Zhuang Moli passed by the stall, was stopped by one of them, and stopped.

"What's up?"

The monk was fifty or sixty years old, with a gray goatee, hale and hearty and radiant.He took a dark brown wooden bamboo tube and handed it to him, "I see you come here often, but the sadness on your brows has not diminished. I don't know what happened to you, the benefactor. Why don't you draw a lot and let the old monk explain it to you?" One solution."

"Master, my lover is still waiting for me to go back. Thank you so much, let's wait another day." Zhuang Moli declined politely.These monks make money by unwrapping lottery tickets, and things related to money are hard to convince him.If money could solve everything, he wouldn't be standing in this temple.

"Benefactor, the old monk didn't open the stall for money, I just released the lottery for the predestined people." The old monk seemed to see his hesitation, and spoke out to dispel his doubts.

So that's the case, Zhuang Moli felt a little ashamed of what he thought just now, no wonder the stall was always deserted after going back and forth so many times.

"Master, I blamed you." He sincerely apologized.

"Draw a lottery, it's snowing, the old monk should clean up the booth and go back!"

Zhuang Moli looked up at the sky, there was no white cloud in the blue-gray sky, tiny snowflakes fell one after another, some melted before they got close, and some fell firmly on people's faces, clothes, in the eyes...

Zhuang Moli rubbed his eyes, reached out and pulled out a bamboo stick from the bamboo tube.Just as he was about to open it, the phone frantically jumped up in his pocket. He took it out, and the screen displayed Yan Qingcheng.

A bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart, Zhuang Moli slid down the answer button, and Yan Qingcheng's hoarse voice came in immediately, "Zhuang Moli, come back soon, Shen Tang can't do it!"

Pat... The bamboo stick in his hand fell to the ground, and Zhuang Moli froze in place, as if struck by lightning.

Yan Qingcheng said another long series of words, but Zhuang Moli couldn't listen anymore.Yan Qingcheng was crying, such a strong and brave Yan Qingcheng...he was...crying...

He said, Shen Tang is dying.

"Uncle, you lost your things." A childish voice sounded, and Zhuang Moli looked down stiffly.A little girl wearing a red down jacket knelt down and picked up the bamboo stick and handed it to him with a smile, "Here, uncle."

"...Thank you...Thank you." Zhuang Moli tried his best to make his expression less scary, so as not to frighten this kind girl.But he found he couldn't do anything except squeeze a few words of thanks through his jaw.

The little girl smiled sweetly at him, turned and ran to a woman with long hair.

"Master, I don't want this sign..." Zhuang Moli wanted to return the bamboo stick, but in the middle of speaking, his eyes suddenly noticed the two words written on the bamboo stick facing him.

Great evil.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the wind is dancing wildly, rolling up whirlpools mixed with snow.

There are fewer and fewer cars on the road, visibility is getting lower and lower, and the high beam is less than 100 meters.

The speed of the taxi is extremely low, and they refuse to speed up even if they say nothing.

"There's a traffic jam ahead." The taxi driver looked at the long queue ahead and turned off the car, "Let me just say, this snow day is the most annoying, either it's a traffic jam or a road closure .The visibility is low, and it is prone to accidents..."

"Master, I want to get out of the car." Zhuang Moli took out a banknote from his wallet, stuffed it into the driver's hand, and pushed open the door.

The driver looked at the number on the meter, then at the red ticket in his hand, opened the car window, leaned half his body out, looked at the almost confused figure, and shouted loudly, "There is a subway station ahead..."