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one day.I clearly remember that it belongs to me and him.That Wednesday, the weather was gray and there were snowflakes in the evening.My heart can't cheer up.On the way home, he asked me if I wanted to eat hot pot together.I said I didn't want to go, I just wanted to lie down quietly for a while.I got off the bus and walked for 10 minutes. When I turned the road where I lived, I saw him waiting there.I asked him why you didn't go in.He smiled and said wait for you.I said you are stupid.He said that I feel that you are in a bad mood, so I will wait for you here.Did you feel a little moved and pleased?I smiled and asked him, who else have you waited for, and have you moved anyone?He said that I didn't wait for them, they all ran away, do you want to run?I shook my head and said let's go in.He unbuttoned the skirt of my shirt, took his hand and put it inside and said, let me cover it.

He said I was going out.I asked him now.He took out his camera and waved at me, saying you should go back.I go out for a walk.I said if you don't go back, what will I do if I go back.Walking one after the other on the road, he asked me how you came home from the places we separated each time when we didn't live together.I said most of them were walking.Go north for two stops, then turn left and enter the alley.Either turn left at one stop, turn right at Nanluoguxiang, and turn right—what about you?One stop ahead, turn right, pass a traffic light, turn left.

The front was dark and surrounded by railings. He said it was a park.There are a lot of singing and flirting in it.I said how do you know.He asked me, do you think those flirts are in love.I said I don't know, there should be, and I didn't flirt much.

He asked me if I wanted to go inside and have a look, I said no, it was dark and the road was slippery.He said that you go to the gate of the park to take pictures of me.I said yes, but I didn't take good photos.The street lights are orange, and you can see the snowflakes below.He posed for my photo.According to the photo, it is not clear whether it is snowflakes or him.He said his first photoshoot was in third grade, when he joined the Young Pioneers.At that time, only rich families or the children of cadres could join the Young Pioneers at the earliest, or the parents would send some delicious food to the teachers.I smiled and said that there must be some who have studied well and joined the Young Pioneers.He said that I didn't study well at that time, so they wouldn't find a teacher to say good things to me.He said that my first photo was a black and white one-inch photo, which was ugly. I don't know why I didn't feel happy when I was wearing a red scarf.I said it's all right now, you have your own camera and me, you can take pictures whenever you want.He said no matter how many photos were taken, my mother and grandma would not be able to see them.I said let's not talk about these.He nodded.I took out my mp3 and put earplugs in my ears. We listened all the way and strolled, forgetting the snowflakes that fell on us.He said that I couldn't remember what my mother looked like from the beginning, and my aunt didn't get married because of me.After my grandma died, my aunt was the best person to me and I kept asking her what my mom looked like.After my father married my stepmother, my mother's photos got lost somewhere, maybe they were all thrown away, I hate them.I asked him what your aunt said.She said my mother had long hair in two braids.Fiddle with bangs.The eyes are narrow.High nose bridge.oval face.A smile will have deep dimples.Beautiful, isn't it.I just looked at him with a smile, and I said the eyes and bridge of the nose and follow your mother.

He asked me are you hungry.I say somewhat.He said how about we go drink a bowl of Chaos.I say up to you.We went all the way to find a shop to buy chaos.The snow under my feet is getting thicker and thicker, and there is a creaking sound when I step on it.He used his camera to take pictures of the footprints we made behind us.Ask me if you can sing the song that night.I say so-so.Then you sing it to me.I said, aren't we listening to music?After he turned off the mp3, he said you can sing, and I will sing for him.intermittent.He asked me, was it right when you said that you would sing to your beloved after learning it?I said um.He said to sing loudly, but no one heard it anyway.I talked about it and sang it in the chaos shop.I don't know where I found the shop in a corner. On such a night, it feels like returning to the countryside.There was no one in there except the cook and a cat.We asked for two bowls of chaos, and I started singing to him.The cook came out from behind to have a look, and then went back.He said that such a night is really good, and he hoped that it would snow heavily every day.I said that I hope summer will come soon, and I should lie in the quilt and study in such weather.He just laughed.Chaos is boiling hot.After I took a sip and I started to hiccup, he rubbed my chest and asked me to take a few sips.I asked him how it tasted, and he said it was not as delicious as he thought.I gave him more vinegar.After eating, there were so many people who went to the supermarket to buy things. We bought brown sugar and ginger.Line up separately, and whoever gets on first will check out at the cashier.After returning, he patted the snow on his body and started to make ginger soup.The little thing is on the bed, asleep against the pillow.

I say the ginger soup tastes good too, same as the cola.He asked me what I was up to today.I said that the unit held a meeting and made statistics in the morning, and in the afternoon a courier came from Ningxia.Delivered something to them again.I said I didn't know what was going on with the leaders of the unit, but they asked me to go to Ningxia.He asked me to decide?I said I was procrastinating and didn't want to go, which probably meant that I didn't run away.He said it's not good to go there, it means they like you.I can't tell, I don't want to separate.He smiled and said it's not like you won't come back.I said that if I don't come back, you can find me with your little things.He said yes.Is ginger soup good?I asked him.He said it was just that smell, and he bought it because he was worried about catching a cold.I can't say it's very sweet, the ginger is like medicine when it's boiled, and it has a medicinal fragrance.

When I got up and drew the curtains, the snow outside was swooping towards the glass like a moth to a flame. It was brave, and it made people look respectful and fearful.I asked him if the mallow was going to be moved to the heater.He said it's okay for grandpa, anyway, it's not too cold in the room.

Lying under the covers he asked me how long we had been together.I said almost a year.He said it felt like a long time ago.I nodded and said, just like yesterday.I said that the second time I saw you, it seemed that you were acting bravely.He said it was the third time, and the second time was near Donghuamen, I was eating, he took pictures, and then met a drunk man and woman, broke his camera and fought together.It may have really been a long time, and the distance between these two things is too close to tell who is ahead and who is behind.I said that I remember you were very foreign, like a movie star.When I first met you, I thought you were filming there.He smiled and said, come on, I have always been so foreign, okay?

He turned over and rode on me, and I asked him if your butt doesn't hurt.He said what are you thinking, I am turning on the light and looking for a book.I asked him what you were doing with the lights on, and he said that it seemed to be snowing heavily outside. Didn’t you say that it’s best to read under the covers in this weather?I said forget it and turn off the lights, let's talk quietly for a while.He said then you can tell.Still riding me like that.I said you come down for me, you are addicted to riding, aren't you?He said no.I shook his hand and smiled secretly.I don't know if he can see it.I haven't heard his voice rustling for a long time, it was very hot that night, our white bodies.Shrouded in the undulating quilt of clouds, with something that has never melted, it is hazy like snow.

...Look at the clouds, that red cotton flower...

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