Night walk

On the No.13 day of November, at night, it rained in Shanghai.

Qiao Yixiao was standing at the entrance of the subway station. He had just returned from watching the venue.It's not too late, it's only nine o'clock in the evening.Although the rain came suddenly, it was not heavy, and he had an umbrella.He shouldn't be standing here.

But he not only stood at the door, but also stood there for a long time.

There are hawkers hiding from the rain at the entrance of the subway, and some of them sell chestnuts fried in sugar.There was sweet-scented osmanthus sugar in the iron pot, and Qiao Yixiao was not too close, and the sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus surged to his nose.He stood there blankly, staring blankly at the pot of chestnuts.

The peddler found him and immediately said: "Newly fried chestnuts, 20 yuan a catty!"

He gradually regained his senses, looked away, and knew that it was time for him to leave.But he was reluctant to leave, and he turned his eyes to the pot of chestnuts again.

The peddler said again: Although it is raining, the chestnuts are very hot, sweet and glutinous!buy it!

buy it!

Qiao Yixiao said the same thing in his mind.

He was about to step forward, but he stopped in his tracks.

He dare not buy.

It was not two years ago, and no one would quietly help him peel chestnuts. He shouldn't remember these, he can't buy them.

He made up his mind, opened the long-handled transparent umbrella, and finally walked outside the subway station.

There was an intersection next to the subway station, and he stood at the end of the zebra crossing, waiting for the red light with his head down.

There are many cars parked in front of him, and they are as quiet as him in the rainy night.

In the third car, Mo Zhao looked out of the car. There were traces of rainwater on the car window, which was a little blurry, but he still saw the peddler hiding from the rain at the entrance of the subway station.It happened that someone was buying chestnuts, and the peddler smiled at Yan Yan, and the person who bought chestnuts also had a warm smile on his face.This is a very common scene, but Mo Zhao can see it clearly.

Xiaoxiao likes to eat chestnuts. In the autumn and winter of that year, whenever he saw chestnuts fried in sugar, he always bought a few packs to take home.Then when Xiaoxiao was having trouble with him, he peeled the chestnuts silently.He has peeled countless chestnuts, but he rarely tastes them.Once, Xiaoxiao handed him one, raised his chin and said, "Look at you, I'll give you one!"

At that time, the relationship between them had eased a lot, he was very relieved, he ate the chestnuts delivered by Xiaoxiao.

Sweet and waxy, just like Xiaoxiao.

He said the same thing at the beginning, but he made the kitten so angry that he ignored him for several hours.

Thinking of the past, Mo Zhao couldn't help chuckling.

The driver Xiao Lin asked aloud: Mayor Mo?

Mo Zhao put away his smile: It's all right.

The red light turned green, the car drove forward, and when it got to the front of the zebra crossing, Mo Zhao couldn't help but look back at the stall again.

In front of the car, there was a boy who hadn't had time to cross the road. Xiao Lin was angry and was afraid of bumping into him.But he didn't care, and walked firmly to the subway entrance.

The driver was relieved that no one was hit.

Mo Zhao asked: What's the matter?

The driver hurriedly said: "I almost ran into a boy just now!"

Mo Zhao didn't care and said: "It's raining, it's hard to avoid seeing the wrong way."Mutual inclusion.

Kobayashi nodded: yes yes yes!

Mo Zhao glanced behind him again, the subway entrance was gone, and only the corner of a transparent umbrella could be seen faintly.

Soon, even the corner of the umbrella was no longer visible, and the car drove up the elevated road.

Mo Zhao leaned back, closed his eyes and rested, he had to rush back to City Z for a meeting.

Under the transparent umbrella, Qiao Yixiao was holding a bag of chestnuts in his arms. The chestnuts were warm. He held them in his arms, and his clothes and hands were warmed up.

Gradually, my heart seemed to warm up a little.

He bought chestnuts after all.

Qiao Yixiao laughed and walked across the narrow road when the green light was on.

This is another ordinary, ordinary autumn rainy night.

On this day of the year, Qiao Yixiao was 21 years old in her third year of junior high school.

On this day of the year, Mo Zhao, who passed by him, was 37 years old.