four o'clock

He handled the transfer procedures for himself through his father's relationship, and he came here first as the procedures were going through.

When he came to this small town by taxi on Monday, he felt like he had traveled through time.

All the way to the north, the temperature is getting lower and lower, the buildings are getting sparser, and the road is completely white. It was the first time he saw so much snow. In the first sentence that Yuji told him, he said that if he came to the north, he would give him a whole winter of snow.

But when he got to that address, he stood in that very small supermarket, called Wen Yushou, and an uncle answered it.

He thought for a moment that he had been tricked.

But when he went out to see, the surrounding environment was indeed the same as the photos he sent himself.

When the two of them chatted before, he remembered Wen Yuji's school and class, but he searched for a whole week, but he couldn't find this person, and Wen Yuji lost contact with him.

If he continued to look for it, he would pack it up and go back to Shanghai. He thought about it while nibbling on bread in the cold hotel, and then Wen Yu sent a message back.

At that time, he really wanted to bite him.

There were only two seats between them, and he had been looking for him for a week.

Wen Yuji walked over pushing the cart, Li Song straightened up, looked at the boy in front of him, and thought: Fortunately, he found it.

The person who can make him feel at ease across the network cable.

Li Song looked at the familiar road, and asked him suspiciously: "Do you really live here?"

This is clearly the road to the small supermarket that he has been to several times.

Concrete roads are being built, and all of them are bungalows.

Wen Yu sent bent lips: "I usually go to class, and Uncle Ge helps to collect the express delivery."

Li Song blew warm air on his cold hands, and said, "I also asked him if he knew An Yu."

Wen Yu sent a straight smile.

Li Song glared at him, and was about to speak when he heard him ask: "Is it cold?"

Wen Yusong looked at him with his head tilted under the street lamp, the snow fell on his long eyelashes and did not melt.

He felt like he really was some race of elves.

Li Song bent his lips and said, "It's cold."

Wen Yuji raised his hand and pinched his clothes, saying, "Your clothes are considered thick in the south, and you won't be able to survive the winter here, so go buy one tomorrow."

Li Song: "No, I bought it online before I came here, and it was mailed to...Uncle Ge's house, and it will arrive tomorrow."

Wen Yuji couldn't help laughing again, and said, "You didn't say hello in advance, and I don't know what you look like, so you dare to come here like this."

Li Song: "..."

He made a temporary plan that day. He was very tired and didn't want to stay in Shanghai anymore. His first thought was to send Wen Yu here.

There was no one on the road, the street lamps shone on the snow and intersected with the darkness of the night, the surrounding was very quiet, the ground was soft and soft, and there was a creaking sound.

Li Song said: "As expected, I still like snow."

Wen Yu sent: "Then read more."

Not far in front is Uncle Ge’s small supermarket. There is a big poplar tree in front of his house. It is old and has a thick trunk. Like a lampshade, a thick layer of snow has fallen, and the orange warm lamp is like a pointer in the dark night. Wen Yu asked him, "Do you drink?"

What he wanted to ask was if he wanted to drink away his worries. This was a little tacit understanding since they met.

Li Song licked his lips and said, "I want to drink."

Wen Yu sent: "Then go buy some, Uncle Ge's family has their own sorghum wine."

Li Song followed Wen Yuji into the store, but Wen Yuji didn't say hello, and went directly to weigh the wine.

Uncle Ge turned around from the back, saw Li Song, and hurriedly said, "Young man, I just remembered these two days. The An Yu you asked is Xiaoyu's WeChat name!"

Li Song: "..."

You were reminded just in time.

Wen Yuji brought over the wine, took another dozen beers, and said with a smile, "Uncle Ge, when you think about it, he froze to death."

Li Song: "..."

Li Song took the wine in his hand, and said lightly: "If you had told me your name earlier, I wouldn't have been frozen for so many days."

Uncle Ge was a little confused about the relationship between the two of them, so he looked at Li Song with his eyes on guard.

Before leaving, he held onto Wen Yuji and whispered away from Li Song, not knowing what Wen Yuji had said to him, so he relaxed a bit and brought them a lot of snacks.

After leaving the door, Li Song asked, "Do you think I'm a bad guy?"

Wen Yuji curled his lips and said, "I'm at home by myself, they're afraid that I'm in danger."

Li Song: "..."

Coauthor I don't look like a good person?

He followed Wen Yuji to this alley for about ten meters, and stopped at the gate of the second house. He watched Wen Yuji open the black iron gate with the key, feeling a little skeptical about life.

In other words, he had been looking for such a place for so long, and the destination was just over ten meters away.

He carried the suitcase and entered the door. The goal he entered was a small courtyard about [-] square meters square.

On the east side of the yard, there is a large wooden grape trellis, on which is a beautiful grape shed woven with vines, and on the south side of the grape trellis, there is a field surrounded by low walls, covering half the size of the yard. There is a tree in front of the window on the west side, which looks old and covered with snow. The small courtyard is paved with a flat concrete floor, and the whole space is well-maintained, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

Now the yard is very dark, and the snow is falling quietly, as light as catkins, which makes people relax unconsciously.

He subconsciously slowed down his breathing, and followed Wen Yushao to the door.

The fence is very high, and the residents on both sides only have sporadic lights coming over. The house on the east side also has a tree of unknown origin, with branches protruding from the wall.

Wen Yu sent the porch light on, stood at the door and called him: "Come in, what are you doing standing there?"

Li Song came back to his senses, carried the suitcase and entered the door, warm air instantly enveloped his whole body.

Only now did he feel that he had been numb from the cold.

He changed his shoes at the door and followed Wen Yu to the door, making the room warmer.

It’s really much warmer here than in the south. He suffers from air-conditioning problems. No matter how cold it is in winter, he can’t turn on the air-conditioning. When he first came here, he lived in a hotel and there was no heating. He only felt warm when he entered the class, which is even warmer than the class.

The interior is clean as expected. The white walls and log-colored doors look spacious and bright. The floor of the living room is a jade-colored floor. Although the furniture looks old, it is in good condition. There is a big sofa and TV. There is a door on the right hand side, which is not open.

Wen Yuji carried the things into the kitchen and poured him a glass of warm water: "This is my grandparents' home."

He pointed to the door that Li Song saw when he just came in, and said: "There is the bedroom, the elderly are not used to sleeping on the bed, so keep the kang, and you can go in after it gets hot."

After speaking, he pointed to a door inside and said, "The inside is my grandfather's study, you can go in and take a look around."

After a pause, he said: "After they... leave, these are all mine. You can look at them casually. The bathroom is next to the study. Take a bath to relieve fatigue... I should heat the kang and you can wash it." Well, it's easy to catch a cold after washing now."

Li Song glanced around for a week, then raised his lips and asked, "How is the rent calculated?"

Wen Yu sent a laugh and said, "No need."

Li Song: "How can I do it..."

Wen Yuji smiled gently, turned around and went into the kitchen: "I'm not short of money, you're so pretty, it's good to be a vase at home."

Li Song: "..."

Holding the water to warm his hands, Li Song followed him into the kitchen, leaned against the door and said, "I came all the way here, not because I want to eat soft food."

Wen Yuji unwrapped the packing bag neatly, and said with a smile, "I'm happy to let you have a soft meal, why don't you go and pack your luggage, there are cabinets in the bedroom, use them as you please..."

Li Song bent his lips and decided not to discuss this topic for the time being. He looked at Wen Yuji's hair covering his eyes, crossed his arms and asked, "Why don't you cut your hair?"

Wen Yu sent: "I'm too lazy to cut it."

Li Song: "Huh?"

Wen Yuji turned his head and asked him mischievously, "Don't you think I have a mysterious sense of melancholy?"

Li Song: "..."

Wen Yu sent a snort of laughter, raised his wet hand, and said, "There are clips on the refrigerator magnet, clip my hair for me."

Li Song: "..."

He took a deer clip from the refrigerator beside him and entered the kitchen, only then did he see what the kitchen looked like.

It was the first time he had seen such a kitchen.

There is a stove at the innermost place against the wall, with a kettle on it, and the fire underneath is glowing red, and it looks very warm. He thinks it is a bit like a fireplace.

Next to the stove was a large cauldron, covered with white tiles, which was also burning under the hearth.

If you look over here, you can see the "bar counter", the sink, the gas, and a lot of cooking utensils. They are arranged in an orderly manner, very clean and tidy.

The temperature in the kitchen was a bit low. He glanced over to the window. There was a gap by the window, and the cold air came from there.

Wen Yu sent shaved the bones of the chicken feet, and said a little amusedly, "What are you looking at?"

Li Song regained his senses and walked to Wen Yuji's side. He looked at Wen Yuji's slipping hair and hesitated.

Inexplicably, he was a little afraid to brush his hair again.

The first time he picked it up, it was mainly because he wanted to see the person's appearance clearly, but he didn't slow down after a long time.

After turning the clip around his fingertips several times, he murmured an indistinct "uh", turned his gaze around, landed on the stove not far away, and said, "That pot is a bit big..."

He had only seen such retro equipment in costume dramas.

Wen Yuji turned his head to take a look, and said with a smile: "The taste of this cooking is different from the usual cooking with gas and electricity. It's delicious."

Wen Yu sent his eyes to look at his hands, picked up the paper towel beside him and wiped his hands clean, then naturally pulled out the deer clip from his hand, and casually pulled his hair back to secure his forehead On the top of the head, a beautiful face leaked out.

Wen Yu sent: "It's just a matter of burning the kang, and it will heat up in ten minutes, you..."

He looked at him strangely, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you in a daze?"

Li Song's eyes passed over the running little sika deer above his head, and stopped on his face. After two or three seconds, he replied, and he said sincerely: "Cut your hair, it will block you like this every day." , wasting your face."

Wen Yu sent: "..."

Wen Yuji felt that he was in a particularly good mood today, and he couldn't remember the last time he was in such a good mood.

He looked away with a little hot face, and said: "Go and take a bath quickly, take a rest after taking a bath, and then we will eat."

Probably because he hadn't had a good rest for too long, and the temperature in the room was comfortable, Li Song was really tired. He yawned and said, "I really need to rest. Can I not pack my luggage for now?"

Wen Yuji looked up at him: "Is there anything wrong with this? You can pack your luggage whenever you want."

Li Song thinks this landlord is really kind.