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It is suitable to approach in winter.

Layered clothes are worn on the body, the body is buried and given way, but the heart starts to be active, howling wildly and primitively, wanting to meet the same scorching heat in another body.

Borrow someone else's body for warmth.

Yao An and Yu Zhouyao were together in the atmosphere of this season.

I don't know who was waiting at the door first, but there was one person waiting, and when the other party arrived, they naturally followed.

Yu Zhouyao would bring him the same type of chocolate every day, saying that it was sent by her uncle in Hong Kong, and she was reluctant to eat a piece herself, and she would only taste the other half if Yao An broke off half.

Yu Zhouyao's ponytail grew too long and fell on Yao An's pen bag. Yao An rolled it up with a pen, and every inch of black fell out again.

They would answer the English multiple-choice questions together, Yu Zhouyao always had a row of ticks, Yao An always had a row of crosses, and during the exam, she would always give him water, whether he wanted it or not.

They skipped gym class together, and went to the guard room to watch serials while the security guard was taking a nap.

When she was menstruating, he helped her cover her schoolbag, and he felt embarrassed when he saw her holding a tampon with a red nose.

……

Together, they fall into most people's expectations.

Of course there is envy. Isn't it a good story for Lang Sa to look like a girl?

I dare not, for fear of being beaten.

This winter seems to be less cold than in previous years, and the judges and protagonists of Anding Village are all content.

As for things and people outside the village, things and people far away in other places, after all, they are outside the control of other places.

"Are you distracted again?"

The eraser at the end of the pencil rested softly against his cheek.

The warm air conditioner was turned on in the attic, Yao Jianqi didn't turn his head, and looked out of the square window.

Jiang Cong was not surprised, since she came to teach Yao Jianqi how to paint, the communication between the two was almost only in lines, shadows and colors.

"Hi, my name is Jiang Cong, you can call me Cong." She would repeat it to Yao Jianqi every time they met, and today was no exception.

Of course, the response is without exception.

She tied up her hair and used a pencil as a hairpin. She squatted down and was on the same plane as him.

"What do you see?"

Jiang Cong asked, admiring the scenery she could see, and compared the Datong he saw with her. It was a cold river in mid-winter, with the miscanthus on the bank withered, covered with a layer of severe frost, shinning the sky. There is no light.

"Look."

Yao Jianqi's voice fell to the ground like a needle.

"What?" Jiang Cong didn't understand why, but that was secondary. She was more surprised and hoped that he would say something more.

Unfortunately, there is no text.

When she first taught him how to draw, she still used the same method as for children, facing the drawing book, using black double-ended markers and colored wax, and rigidly added vitality to him.

Today I taught him to draw outside the window, but the crayons couldn't make up for the gloom.

She thought maybe it was because of the season, Yao Jianqi might not like winter, winter separates trees from leaves, sky from birds.

Jiang Cong put the paintings into the portfolio for Yao Jianqi, and after saying goodbye, she went downstairs. After this year, she would suggest to Yao Jianqi's parents to send him to study in the studio.

It's more popular there than this.

A group of people rushed into the door.

The charcoal basin at Yao An's feet made a "squeaky" sound and snapped.

The cat jumped off his knees and limped away leisurely, probably hiding from people.

"Hurry up, let's say goodbye!"

Kang Zi led a group of children, and rushed in carelessly. They were all wrapped in cold air, but had happy expressions, blushing, and each carried a big plastic bag.

Every Chinese New Year, the doors of every household in Anding Village will be knocked open by many children, chanting auspicious words and begging for a handful of candies.

Yao An was lazily lying on the grand teacher's chair with begonia-patterned cotton cushions, his legs took up more than half of the fire grill, this was actually his grandma's special seat, or grandpa's if not, now he's going to Yan Muchun's to deliver wine, He is left as a housekeeper.

"How old are you, and you still have the nerve to ask for candy?" Yao An cast a glance at Kang Zi.

"Isn't there another one here?" Kang Zi pushed her sister forward.

The little girl is more than one year old, with big eyes flickering, and two little shofar braids. She looks cute like a doll in New Year pictures.

"Shui Ling." Kang Zi flaunted.

Yao An said, "It's more watery than his brother."

"Cut, that's a must." Kangzi was flattered not to argue with him at the moment, "Come on, girl, call Brother Gou to listen."

The little girl obediently called "Brother" to Kang Zi.

"..." Yao An felt a little stuck.

"Hey, where's your brother, why haven't you seen anyone lately?" Kang Zi asked him.

My heart is even more congested.

This guy is not here to ask for sugar, but for a fight.

"do not know."

Yao An kicked open the grill, picked up the iron tongs, and fiddled with the charcoal basin, sporadic fires turned into flames.

Kang Zi shook his head, why is this man so nervous?

He didn't know, Yao An really didn't know anything.

Ever since the end of Qiu and Yao Jianqi met, the little guy hadn't been here again.

In the text messages sent in the past, I used to be perfunctory at least, but now I don’t even need to be perfunctory. Don’t ask, just don’t reply.

Yao An sometimes looks through his sent text messages, there are dozens of them, all with the same recipients, but the inbox is extremely poor, thinking what am I trying to do.

But still post it.

He just had an intuition that he had to hold Yao Jianqi firmly, otherwise something would fall off and he couldn't hold onto it anymore.

"Where's your father, isn't he coming back for the New Year?" Kang Zi crouched next to the brazier with her sister in his arms, while the other children had already gone to search for snacks by themselves under Yao An's wordless gesture.

"Which pot is not open and which pot is lifted." Yao An looked normal, "It's not once or twice that he doesn't come back for the New Year."

After Yao Xinping went out to do business, his family's New Year was either earlier or later than others, always before thousands of households were in full bloom, or after the firecrackers were extinguished, the family gathered together to eat a piece of pork head, and then This so-called "year" has been fulfilled.

I think this year is no exception.

"Then what are you talking about, let's say goodbye to the New Year." Kang Zi greeted.

"No." Yao An didn't hesitate.

"It's boring, do you want to stay here alone and miss love?" Kang Zi was happy while talking, and grabbed his arm, "Why don't we walk a few more steps, the village is far away from Yu Zhou at the intersection of the village. Home is not far away."

When Yao An heard Yu Zhouyao's name, he smiled a little, and said, "If I go to her house, do you know what will happen?"

"what's going on?"

Yao An scratched his neck with his thumb: "Her family members have to sharpen their knives and attack pigs and sheep."

He was scolding himself too. Kangzi understood, and laughed again: "Hey, you said you..."

"Wait." Yao An suddenly put a hand on his shoulder, his back straightened, and his expression was solemn.

"What, what's the matter?" Kang Zi was taken aback by his posture, just like when the two of them were discovered to fry cabbage and steal grass carp together, his body tensed up.

"Did you hear me?"

"What?" Kang Zi was confused.

Yao An heard it.

The sound of the car engine running and braking in the low temperature returned to calm.

And the door slams.

A total of three times, no more, no less.

He stood up slowly, walked to the hall in two steps, and opened the double doors in one fell swoop.

The wind from all over the world came into the room in an instant, filling him from the inside out with howling, not letting go of every inch of hair and skin, and it hurt his bones.

In this extraordinarily cold, I picked up the mountains and rivers along the way.

But I told you that it was spring that came to see you.