four o'clock

It snowed in the evening, it was heavy snow, it fell like a goose feather, and it accumulated thick in a blink of an eye.

It was cold outside, Wen Yuji made a hot pot, and the two of them sat on the warm kang to eat.

This is a bit like the weather on the night when Li Song first came here, but in retrospect it seems like it was yesterday.

The light in the room was very warm, Ari was lying in its small bamboo basket, Wen Yuji ate a mouthful of hot pot and said, "It's so spicy."

Li Song immediately handed over the water, he blew on Wen Yuji's hot red lips, and said, "I used to boil water for you before eating spicy food, but this time I dared to stuff it directly into my mouth."

Wen Yu put down the water glass, leaned over to hug him, and acted like a baby in a soft voice: "Brother, I want to drink apricot blossom wine."

Li Song tasted his lips for a while, then said with a smile, "Wait, I'll dig."

The lights outside the door were on, and the sound of snowflakes falling could be heard in the quiet courtyard.

The ground was frozen hard, Li Song struggled to pry off the topsoil, and dug down carefully.

Wen Yuji came out of the house and put a thick coat on him.

Under the apricot tree, the boy I brought back back then has grown up, and he built a home for himself. The vast snow fell from the sky and fell on his hair and shoulders. Wen Yuji seemed to be in a daze. When people buried the apricot blossom wine together, the apricot blossoms fell one after another at that time, very much like Xueluo.

Li Song took out a jug of wine, held it up and raised it to him, with a warm smile on his handsome face.

Hot water scalds the wine, and the sweet aroma of the wine overflows. The apricot blossoms are not in full bloom at this time, but the fragrance of the flowers can last forever.

Wen Yuji was holding the cup, lying on Li Song's lap, listening to him tell the stories of these years, bending his eyes and laughing.

The hot pot was bubbling and bubbling, Ah Li sneezed again from choking, Li Song touched his glass with the wine glass, and the apricot blossom wine in the glass was slightly rippling, and he acted like a baby in a soft voice: "Yu'er, there is no time for the New Year's Eve dinner So much to eat."

Wen Yuji said very gently: "Then you have to get up early."

Boil wine to send away, and warm words to send away thoughts.

Outside the window, it is snowing heavily on the city, and it is another year of moist snow and bumper harvest.