Ji Guang

The winter was very dry that year, and there was no snow. The first snow didn't fall until the Chinese New Year.

The winter vacation of the third year of high school is very short, the holiday is only on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, and the school starts on the seventh day of the first month, a total of two weeks of vacation.The final results came out before the holiday. Xiang Huai scored 513 for the first time, with a total score of [-]. Although it is not very good, it is already a huge improvement compared to his previous level of [-] points.

Song Lingran made a sumptuous meal and said that he would celebrate for him, but Xiang Huai acted very calmly, while listening to Song Lingran's praise for his progress, he silently ate the rice.

Song Lingran gradually stopped talking, took Xiang Huai's bowl and wanted to serve him more soup, but Xiang Huai stretched out his hand to cover it.

"I'm full," Xiang Huai wiped his mouth and stood up, "Let's go back to study first."

"Okay." Song Lingran smiled.

When Xiang Huai turned around, the smile on her face quickly disappeared, and when Xiang Huai's door closed, Song Lingran shivered suddenly as if startled by the sound of the door closing.

She lowered her head to eat, the heat of the soup engulfed her eyebrows and eyes, she moved her chopsticks twice and then stopped in a daze.

"What's the matter?" Xiang Qi felt strange, and then realized that Song Lingran was crying. He threw his chopsticks anxiously, and went to wrap his arms around Song Lingran's shoulders, "What's the matter?"

Song Lingran cried without a sound, and only choked up a few words after a long time.

"He hates me." She shrank her shoulders in fear, grabbed Xiang Qi's arm with one hand, and cried, "He must hate me very much, I'm a bad mother, he doesn't like me anymore... "

"How could it be?" Xiang Qi said, "You are his mother, he loves you no matter what."

Song Lingran cried and shook her head, her whole body trembling: "Did I do something wrong? Xiang Huai said that the road is difficult because of me..."

"You're right," Xiang Qi patted her on the shoulder reassuringly, and his voice was a little heavy, "Besides, the two of us do everything together, and I'll be with you."

Song Lingran grabbed his clothes with her hands, and after a long time, she murmured: "I miss my son."

She misses that heartless little bastard, misses him playing dumb with a face full of beatings, misses him confronting her unconvinced, misses him calling mother sweetly in a soft voice, misses him carefree laugh.

She hadn't seen that Xiang Huai for a long time.

After the holiday, Xiang Huai didn't go anywhere. He still stayed in his room to study every day. He seldom stayed in bed, and rarely played games. He consciously got up at six o'clock in the morning and went to bed at twelve o'clock in the evening. The time in between was wasted academically.

On New Year's Eve, Shi Fa called Xiang Huai and asked him what he was doing.

"Study," Xiang Huai said, "otherwise what else can I do?"

"What do you study for Chinese New Year?" Shi Fa laughed, "I'm back. If you have nothing to do at night, come out and get together. There will be a fireworks show in the abandoned city, so come out to be lively."

"It's snowing," Xiang Huai said, "It's cold, I don't want to go out."

"Don't pretend," Shi Fa said, "You're afraid of the cold, see you at the gate of the school at eight o'clock in the evening."

He lowered his voice after he finished speaking, with a hint of embarrassment mixed in: "I haven't seen you for so long, I miss you too, don't I?"

Only then did Xiang Huai laugh. He looked at the heavy snow falling outside the window and said with a smile, "All right, all right, see you tonight."

After eating, Xiang Huai and Song Lingran said something, and then they left the house.

It was still snowing outside, and a thick layer had accumulated on the ground. Xiang Huai's handwritten copy was in the pocket of his down jacket, and he walked slowly forward.He didn't like to open an umbrella when it was snowing, and he let the snowflakes fall on his body, and soon his shoulders and the top of his head were covered with white.

Said to meet at the school gate, Xiang Huai saw Shi Fa and Zheng Zaoqiao squatting on the side of the road as soon as Xiang Huai came out of the community.

"It's not that I'll see you at school," Xiang Huai said, "I'm not late after thinking about it."

Shi Fa stood up with a hey, he didn't seem to have changed, except that his nose was red from the cold, when he saw Xiang Huai's eyes lit up, he smiled and said, "I miss you, I want to see you sooner."

"Tsk," Xiang Huai shivered exaggeratedly, "It's so disgusting."

Casting a spell and laughing, Xiong gave Xiang Huai a hug.

The whole city was decorated with flourishes, even the small trees with crooked necks were not spared. They were covered with small golden lights and small red lanterns. Compared with them, the street lights seemed eclipsed.

They walked towards the abandoned city. On the eve of the New Year's Eve when it was snowing heavily, most of the shops on the side of the road were closed, but there were still many people on the road, and most of them were going to the abandoned city.

Zheng Zaoqiao was a little perplexed: "When did we see our abandoned city so lively?"

"Come on," said Shi Fa, "if it really belongs to us, how much is such a large piece of land worth, it's a pity."

"Vulgar," Zheng Zaoqiao rolled his eyes, "Can memory be measured by money!"

"Anyway, it's a must-see in the future," Shi Fa said. "Won't it start rebuilding after a while?"

Xiang Huai had seen the news, and clearly stated that the reconstruction would start in March, and by then it would not be called the Abandoned City, but the New District.

The place where the fireworks show was held was in the open space in the center of the abandoned city, and the crowds gathered there, but the periphery of the abandoned city seemed very empty.

They didn't go inside, but found a place outside the abandoned city and sat down.

In winter, everything is silent, without the luxuriant flowers and trees, the whole world is quite empty.The lake in front of them was frozen, covered with thick white snow, and surrounded by decaying reed branches. As soon as they sat down, they heard a scream, and then a golden firework exploded in the sky, and half of the sky was filled with light. Before the brilliance fell, a few more bombs lifted into the air, blasting out pieces of brilliant colors.

The cheers of the crowd could be faintly heard from the center of the city in the distance, but because of the distance, it seemed a little hazy. All three of them looked up at the gorgeous fireworks that exploded one after another, and no one spoke for a while.

Snow fell from the night sky and fell into Xiang Huai's eyes, causing him to blink.

A peddler rode a tricycle on the road beside them and headed into the abandoned urban area. Shi Fa gave chase and chased after him. The peddler stopped the car and took out three bottles of hot milk from the incubator. Just as he was about to pay, he asked Huai stopped his movement of closing the lid, and took a few more bottles of beer from it.

The peddler was a middle-aged woman. Seeing that they were young, she casually asked, "How old are you, can you drink?"

Xiang Huai rolled his eyes and smiled: "It's Chinese New Year, just this once."

He smiled so obediently that it was impossible to refuse him at all. The woman couldn't help but glanced at him several times and said, "Then you drink quickly, it will be cold in such a cold day, don't drink to get sick after the Chinese New Year." .”

Xiang Huai said, "Okay."

Shi Fa asked her, "Why are you still selling things today?"

The woman smiled and said, "Today, no one else comes out to set up a stall, so I can make money."

She put on her gloves again and sat on the car seat, and said to them: "You children, be careful, go home early."

"You too," Xiang Huai said, "Happy New Year."

The woman replied "Happy New Year" and rode away with the snow, leaving two fresh ruts on the snow. Xiang Huai and Shi Mo went back and sat down. Zheng Zaoqiao was still looking in that direction with his chin resting on his hand.

"I discovered," Zheng Zaoqiao said, "There is a kind of magical power during Chinese New Year, and people seem to be possessed by the god of celebration in these few days."

The beer was still warm in his hand, and he opened it with a spell, and said with a smile: "It's for Chinese New Year."

The fireworks stopped temporarily, and the surroundings became quiet. He could hear the rustling of snow falling on his clothes. Xiang Huai untied his scarf, and the cool wind poured into his neck, making him shiver.

He took two sips of wine in silence, Zheng Zaoqiao said, "Take it easy, don't get drunk."

Xiang Huaihun didn't care: "If you get drunk, get drunk."

Shi Spell looked at him for a while, then asked in a low voice, "Have you not contacted Lin Ji again?"

Xiang Huai's movements stopped, he lowered his eyes, the beer bottle shook slightly in his hand, the fireworks in the abandoned city were set off again, and the surroundings were continuously illuminated and then darkened.

After a while he smiled: "Why mention him?"

Zheng Zaoqiao hurriedly changed the subject with a bluff, and wanted to cast a spell to tell what happened to him in the technical school in the past six months, and whether he had met any beautiful girls. listening.

Among the three cans of beer, Xiang Huai drank two bottles. He actually held a good amount of alcohol, but he might have drank too quickly, and he was a little dizzy when he stood up.

Xiang Huai felt annoyed, so he squatted down and buried his face in the stone next to him, and rubbed against the snow before he felt more awake.

Zheng Zaoqiao tentatively kicked his ass: "Aren't you drunk?"

Xiang Huai pulled his face out of the snow suddenly, his forehead hair and eyelashes were stained with a layer of white, and fell down tremblingly as he spoke.

"Dare to kick me," Xiang Huai said angrily, "You don't fucking want to live, do you?"

Zheng Zaoqiao was not afraid of death and provocatively said: "What if I kick you?"

Xiang Huai stared at him for a few seconds, just when Zheng Zaoqiao was guarding against his attack, he suddenly put away the confusion on his face, and sat down against the stone a little bored.

He opened his arms, leaned back on the stone and raised his face to the sky. The snow was falling and fell into his open arms. He seemed to want to hold the world in his arms, or to open his chest and let the world come. take.

A string of fireworks exploded in the air, half of the sky was snow, and half of the sky was golden streamer.

Every year at zero o'clock, the tallest tower in the urban area will ring a bell, symbolizing the departure of the old year and the arrival of the new year.

They didn't wait for the bell to ring, the weather was very cold, and Xiang Huai looked a little drunk. They left before the fireworks show was over at ten o'clock. Zheng Zaoqiao and Shi Fa wanted to send Xiang Huai home, but Xiang Huai refused to let him go .

The scarf was untied by him, and he shook it back and forth in his hand. He raised his chin arrogantly at Shi Fa and Zheng Zaoqiao: "Get out of your house, no one is allowed to follow me!"

He looked like a normal person, except that he took the wrong road twice, and after passing the intersection for more than ten meters, he felt that something was wrong, and then slowly turned back to the right road.

Shi Fa and Zheng Zaoqiao secretly followed him, and stopped when they saw him enter the community. They didn't leave immediately, and stood there for a while before leaving.

When Xiang Huai returned home, Song Lingran and Xiang Qi hadn't slept yet. He opened the door and brought in a snowstorm. The cold air on his body collided with the heating in the room. Most of it was wet, and the shoes on my feet were also soaked, as if stepping in ice water.

Song Lingran hurriedly stood up, wrapped him up with the blanket on the sofa, and Xiang Huai poked his head out of the blanket impatiently: "I'm fine."

It was only when Song Lingran got closer that he smelled the alcohol on his body, and immediately changed his face: "Have you been drinking?"

Xiang Huai hummed, threw the blanket and scarf on the sofa, took off his down jacket as he walked to the room, and muttered, "I'm going back to my room to sleep."

He twisted the doorknob twice, but it didn't open.Xiang Huai frowned, feeling very disturbed, he used more force with his hand, and shook the door loudly, but it still couldn't be opened. Xiang Huai was so angry that he kicked it with his foot, and said goodbye to the doorknob. With great strength, he twisted back and forth in a positive and negative direction.

Song Lingran silently watched him toss and toss, after a while, he seemed to be tired, and stopped, staring at the door for a while, then turned to look at Song Lingran, his mouth slightly pursed, as if he had been wronged, With red eyes, he complained, "Can't open it."

Song Lingran walked over, took the key and opened the door of Lin Ji's room.

The door opened, Xiang Huai was satisfied, and without turning on the light, he went straight to the bed in the room, climbed up to lie down, and obediently closed his eyes.

Song Lingran stood at the door and looked at him, the room was empty and there was nothing, only Xiang Huai was lying on the bare mattress, as if asleep.

"When you didn't come back, Lin Ji called to pay New Year's greetings," Song Lingran asked suddenly, "Do you want to call him back?"

"No." After a long time, Xiang Huai turned over, buried his face in the mattress, and moaned.

Song Lingran didn't say anything else, she walked over, took out a clean quilt from the cabinet next to her, and covered Xiang Huai.Xiang Huai closed her eyes, her face was a little red, Song Lingran looked at him quietly, after a while, she stretched out her hand and gently touched Xiang Huai's face.

Xiang Huai's headache was severe, he was very sleepy, but he was still awake in a daze.He felt the temperature of the palm on his face, and for some reason, he suddenly felt sad.

Under those hands, he seems to have returned to his childhood for a long time, knowing nothing, arrogant and happy without any scruples.

Xiang Huai moved, Song Lingran was startled, and was about to withdraw her hand, but was caught by Xiang Huai.

Rubbing his face against Song Lingran's palm, he muttered softly, "Happy New Year, Mom."

Song Lingran's eyes turned red instantly, and it took a long time before she laughed and cried and cursed in a low voice: "Stinky brat."

Xiang Huai was already asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the bell pierced through the wind and snow and fell into Xiang Huai's ears. When he opened his eyes, Song Lingran had already left the room and tucked the quilt tightly for him.

Xiang Huai got up from the bed and lay down by the window.

The snow rushed into the room with the bitter chill, and Xiang Huai lay on the window sill, looking at the place where the bells sounded in the distance, he saw a vast expanse of white, a sprinkling of golden and red lights, and above that, a black night sky .

Soon, the bell disappeared, and the surroundings fell into silence again. Xiang Huai listened carefully for a long time, only the faint sound of falling snow.

He said softly in his heart, Happy New Year, Xiang Huai.

He withdrew his gaze and was about to go back to bed to sleep. His gaze swept downstairs inadvertently, and he froze suddenly.

A figure stood in the snow, looking up at him.