Chapter 9 Snow Night

The traffic flow in S City is continuous day and night, and the red taillights are connected to a long dragon.

The secret and weak stimulation of the stomach gradually fermented in the radio music on demand by the driver. Ren Zhaoyuan was used to it, and there was nothing unusual on his face. He also smiled and chatted with the driver a few annoying traffic.

Later, leaning on the back of the seat and closing his eyes, he heard the whistle blowing far and near, heard a few vague laughter, and suddenly heard the driver exclaim.

"Ho! It's snowing!"

Ren Zhaoyuan didn't open his eyes, but the discomfort that he could easily endure just now suddenly became intense, causing him to frown.

In a city with four distinct seasons, several large or small snowfalls are inevitable every year.

It's winter now, and snow is not uncommon.

Occasionally, when it is cold in spring, it may snow in March.

The warm breeze dissipated without a trace under the sudden return of the cold air. He watched from a distance the most familiar figure being hugged enthusiastically by the person who suddenly appeared, and immediately pushed it away. The first reaction was to look around, and then hurried. Push the person into the car.

The thin snow with the rain and the cold weather lasted for several days in a row. Agricultural production suffered, and respiratory diseases were high. The complete trust and all the possibilities of self-conviction accompanied by ten years were broken and collapsed with each picture.

The snow sometimes goes late and sometimes arrives early.

One year, it seemed as if the summer heat had passed the severe cold, and before the autumn clothes could be worn for a few days, the snow began to fall.

A man in his eighties and twenties who thinks he has stood up to the sky, but was at a loss in front of two people with vaguely similar facial features.

They were sitting upright, as if they were having a serious meeting, looking at him with unfamiliar eyes, not the slightest joy, let alone love.

That conversation lasted only half an hour, a short time. They're just here to do something they think is necessary, not to see someone they care about.

"We have seen your information, you are very good, and you have had a good time these years, so we can rest assured."

"This money is for you. We gave your uncle a part of the money for alimony for these years. You keep this share for yourself. After our death, all patents and property will be handed over to the state and will not be left to you. As long as the money is not Splurge should be enough, and it is recommended that you plan wisely.”

"I was three months pregnant when I found out that the contraceptive accident happened. I have a special constitution, and the miscarriage may be life-threatening. At that time, the research was at an important stage, and I could not leave my post. I'm so sorry, I'm sorry."

"This study has come to an end and there is some free time. After we have dealt with your side, we have more important things to do. You are an adult, I believe you can take care of yourself, and I hope you all go well."

When he opened the door again, what he could see was gradually dyed white, and he stood in a daze, watching the few lines of footprints getting lighter and lighter.

Only then did realize, oh, it turns out that he was a child who was not expected to be born.

All the hope, imagination and self-care that have been bred in the past have become meaningless with the traces buried in the snow.

The snow was as smooth as if no one had walked on it.

The not-so-big boy ran quickly on the snow with his schoolbag on his back, stepping on a row of deep pits. He sent the lost child to the police station, where a big red flower with the word "honor" was pinned to his chest by the police uncle.

It was earlier than the age when he was elated because of a red flower, but this was different. This was the first time he had been put on a red flower by a police uncle, and it was given by the people's police.

He ran upstairs quickly in the darkening night, shouting happily and being choked by the sound of being beaten and arguing.

The phone was smashed into pieces, and a transparent button popped out and rolled to his feet a few times. It was a speakerphone with a cross drawn next to the speaker.

When the dispute over why they raised him and why he lowered the quality of life of his own children for other people's children was over, he stomped and trotted in the door, explained the reason for returning late, cleaned up the mess, and then began to calculate his own expenses. Pin, a few days later proposed wanting to live at the school.

It turns out that the happiness that the adults say and show does not mean that they are really happy. They adopted him and asked him to treat this place as his home. It was kind, but he really didn't know how to treat this place as his home.

The snow fell even more.

It was getting darker, his body was smaller, and he didn't care if his shoes fell. He stumbled and ran in the snow with bare feet. When he sensed that he was about to fall, he rushed forward so that when he got up, he was closer to his destination. .

In winter, people went to bed early, and he desperately grabbed the iron ring on the wood and cried and slammed the door until the surrounding dogs were disturbed and barked. The doctor finally came out in a coat, went back and took the medicine box and ran in front. Stumbling and chasing behind.

There is no end to the road.

The snow that lasts all night can drown out all sounds, the broken branches disappear, and the dead never return.

The pale snow made the people in it stand out, and every action and detail was magnified countless times and engraved into the mind.

The overwhelming snow made him stay in it, and every time he dreamed, it was endless silver.

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"Sir? It's here."

Ren Zhaoyuan slowly opened his eyes and asked, "Did it snow last winter?"

The master driver unscrewed the thermos and took a sip of water, and said, "Why didn't you drop it? It's big! Did you just come here this year?"

Ren Zhaoyuan didn't explain, but calmly thanked him and got out of the car. The handmade leather shoes stepped on the hard asphalt road, and the sparse and fragmented snow foam sporadically fell on his upper eyelashes, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He hadn't thought about the past for a long time.

Getting older, family, career, responsibilities...every minute now and in the future is more important than looking back on the past.

Besides, it doesn't make sense to think about it.

But again he has no home.

In another snow last spring.

The time and season after the snow became blurred. He walked over in a dazed way. In the first snow after waking up, he recalled the most recent snow in his memory, and even went back many years in the past.

Why bother.

Ren Zhaoyuan picked up the white tulips ordered outside the door, opened the door and put them on the shelf. He went to the cloakroom to change his clothes, shoes and socks, walked in with the flowers, passed the living room and the glass wall, changed a pair of shoes and went upstairs to his own. living area.

The white tulips were like a mass of snow dyed with light fragrance. Ren Zhaoyuan watched for a few seconds, without trimming and inserting the bottle, got up and placed them directly by the balcony window.

It wasn't until he heard the phone vibrate when he came out of the shower that Ren Zhaoyuan saw the call notification and didn't realize what he had forgotten.

"Sorry," Ren Zhaoyuan said after getting on the phone, "I forgot to promise to come back and send you a message."

Tan Zheng was thinking that if Ren Zhaoyuan didn't answer the phone again, he would drive to take a look. He was stunned for a second when he heard the call, and then he realized that Ren Zhaoyuan seemed to be a little wrong.

It was fine when we were apart.

But Tan Zheng didn't dare to make a conclusion based on his own feeling, so he just said: "It's okay, it's Tan Qing, she kept urging me to ask you if the biscuits are delicious."

You can simply answer the phrase "delicious" that you brought to your mouth, but somehow it changes when you export it.

"I haven't eaten it yet," Ren Zhaoyuan replied truthfully, "I'll try it later."

Tan Zheng said "Okay" softly, the two were silent for a few seconds across the microphone, and Ren Zhaoyuan didn't say anything.

In these few seconds, Tan Zheng was sure it wasn't because he thought too much, Ren Zhaoyuan's state was indeed wrong.

Give the other person enough personal space by pretending not to notice, or say something funny to make him laugh.

Tan Zheng hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask directly, "What happened?"

"Why ask that?"

"You don't sound in a good mood."

"Well," Ren Zhaoyuan had no desire to talk, but he didn't deny it, "there is a point."

People often feel that they can support life and face everything, and often feel uncontrollably lonely and want to be accompanied at many moments.

Tan Zheng's side was silent for a second without breathing, followed by a tentative sentence: "Want to chat?"

Ren Zhaoyuan smiled lightly for some reason.

I always felt that Tan Zheng was alienated from others, but after getting in touch with him, realized that although his personality was not lively, he was very easy-going and easy to get along with.

Now, he saw the life energy in Tan Zheng's body, touching the warm temperature, and even felt soft.

Ren Zhaoyuan was stuck in the sofa, his eyes fell on the slowly rotating perpetual motion instrument, and he relaxed his nerves: "What are you talking about?"

"Tell you about me and Tan Qing?"

He was really curious about this Ren Zhaoyuan, and agreed, "Okay."

"Well..." Tan Zheng thought for a while and found an entry point, "I liked her quite a bit when she was born, but I can't say whether I like her or not. Brother, you have to protect her well."

"and after?"

"Later, when she was less than one year old, she began to get sick frequently because of her low immunity. She was young, and her health was not good. I was a boy and I was old. My parents only took care of her wholeheartedly."

Ren Zhaoyuan said, "I ignored you."

"Yes," Tan Zheng slowly opened the window to let the snow drift in, "I was younger than my classmates when I went to junior high school, I was shorter, and my test scores were high. At that time, it seemed that there were a few people in every class who liked to stand out and show their prestige. "

"Bullied you?"

Tan Zheng laughed and smothered his worries in this sentence.

"Well, you bullied me."

Complaint like.

Ren Zhaoyuan couldn't help but laugh, and then his smile faded, and asked, "How to solve it?"

Tan Zheng picked and revised some content, saying: "The teacher notified the parents, but because Tan Qingzheng was ill, my parents didn't have time, so it's gone. I feel wronged, and it's because Tan Qing's parents don't care about me. After that, every time I go home on weekends, she doesn't want to care about her, and she doesn't care about me either."

"They didn't bully you anymore?"

Tan Zheng smiled: "They do, but I studied well, the teacher protected me, and I didn't bully me any more."

"Well," Ren Zhaoyuan sank a little deeper into the sofa, "what happened after that? How did the relationship improve?"

"When I was in high school, someone gave me a good box of chocolates. I was reluctant to eat them. When the weather warmed up, I would wrap them up and put them in the refrigerator. I told my parents that it was important not to open them."

Ren Zhaoyuan guessed: "Is it demolished by Tan Qing?"

"Yes, after she secretly ate it, she wrapped a stone in wrapping paper and put it back. When I went back one weekend, I had already eaten half of it. At that time, I lost a lot of temper and scared her to tears. She first blamed me for hiding. I didn't give her anything delicious, and then cried and said I knew I was wrong and didn't dare."

Ren Zhaoyuan listened and changed to a comfortable position to lie down, but Tan Zheng stopped talking, "Where are you?"

"Huh?" Ren Zhaoyuan didn't react, "Where I live."

Tan Zheng was more specific: "Are you in bed?"

"On the sofa, what's wrong?"

"Go to bed, it's a little late, if you're sleepy after a while, go to bed."

Ren Zhaoyuan can feel how different people who are used to being older brothers are.

Tan Zheng listened to the rustling sound on his side, and continued what he said before: "I still can't bear to eat that box of chocolates, and there is no other place to put it, so I can only put it in the refrigerator. One day, a relative's child went through the refrigerator and found it To take it apart and eat, Tan Qing snatched it up and carried it back to the room."

Ren Zhaoyuan let out a soft "um" to indicate that he was listening.

Tan Zheng paused for a while after this "um" before continuing: "My parents asked her to give the child one, but she didn't give it to the child. After the child left, my parents said to put the chocolate back and she didn't let go. She screamed and cried. She had pneumonia and her parents didn't dare to let her cry like that, so they went to school to pick me up from school. "

"Did you live on campus at that time?"

"Yes, it's not the weekend. Once I got home, I had to rush to school the next day before dawn. My heart was full of fire." Tan Zheng stretched out his hand and drew a circle on a layer of falling snow on the windowsill, "I didn't expect to see her dead when I went back. She hugged the chocolate and slept like a pig, and there was no shortage of chocolate. She was so greedy in her dream that she was drooling, and the pillow was half soaked."

Ren Zhaoyuan could not remember when he fell asleep.

Open the curtains that automatically close when the time comes, and you can see a dazzling white snow scene.

The traffic must be inconvenient. He remembered that he didn't tell Tan Zheng last night that he could let Tan Xuqing go to the Design Park two days later.

[Brother Zhaoyuan, I'll take Tan Qing to the Design Park, and have breakfast nearby. It's hard to drive when it snows, so I'll drop you off on the way? 】

After Tan Zheng received Ren Zhaoyuan's reply, he went to his residence. Tan Xuqing was in the back seat holding a glass of hot milk and holding a tablet to watch the video of the jewelry story.

Ren Zhaoyuan lives in a detached house, and the car can drive directly downstairs.

Tan Zheng braked slowly and met the sight of a man standing straight next to another parked car not far away through the car glass.

It is Zhao Yuanqing.

Tan Zheng left Tan Xuqing in the car and got out of the car to meet the approaching people steadily.

"Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Yuanqing's face was not good, but she still maintained her demeanor and reached out to Tan Zheng: "Mr. Tan, what a coincidence, came to look for Zhaoyuan?"

Tan Zheng raised his hand and shook it loosely, and said concisely: "Yes."

"Oh," Zhao Yuanqing nodded, "is there something wrong?"

"A little private matter, I'm afraid it's inconvenient to tell."

Zhao Yuanqing's face fell completely, and his tone became cold: "Zhaoyuan's business is my business."

Tan Zheng smiled faintly, not reaching the bottom of his eyes.

"Because of unilateral fault, Brother Zhaoyuan and President Zhao have already divorced, haven't they?"

The author says:

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