"Look, is he asleep? Why isn't he moving?"

In the dark and narrow alley, the electric wires were tangled up in a circle. The girl's slender figure was wrapped in a white cotton jacket, and she silently lowered her head and pulled off her scarf.

She didn't dare to lift her head when she heard the conversation that was suddenly sent by the cold wind.

"He can't be dead."

Xia Zhuo's footsteps paused for a moment, making a choice between whether to turn around or not, the lights at the entrance of the alley suddenly flickered, she chose to sit idly by, and while walking, she could hear the conversation between the two behind her.

"Should I send it to be treated? Let's see if I can survive. In such a cold day, it doesn't look too big. It's a pity to die."

"Then you go, I'm afraid, I dare not touch."

Xia Zhuo ran out of the alley in one breath, buried his head and walked two to three hundred meters before stopping.

At 7:30 p.m. on weekends, there is light snow in the sky, and the roads and alleys in the old city extend in all directions.

The roadside is full of light and shadows, Xia Zhuo's hair is tied into a ponytail, and the forehead is a little loose, with an oval face and big eyes, which is a very delicate appearance. The only thing that is unsuitable is that he is holding a bunch of keys with one hand, looking like an old man who is a porter.

Today, my dad went to play mahjong again. Before going out, he scolded her and asked her to help collect the rent in Tongzilou. The distance is not too far. Xia Zhuo continued to walk seven or eight steps forward, and the two people who were talking in the alley just now came out..

"That person's brain is not normal, right? What day is he wearing a piece of clothing?"

"Tsk, don't worry about it, let's go."

The cold wind rolled the snow and fell, Xia Zhuo heard these words for no reason.

She wanted to leave, but she was afraid that someone would die in this alley. After thinking about it, she decided to go back to the alley the same way. The abandoned iron trash can in the corner was wrapped in plastic bags and was blown by the wind.

She looked left and right, but she didn't see anyone, and it was lucky that no one was there.

Xia Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, maybe it was because the wind was too loud just now and he heard it wrong.

"Cough cough."

She had just taken a step when she suddenly heard someone coughing not far away.

As if to prove something, the place where the sound came out just now was sent out by the wind a few more dull coughs.

Xia Zhuo held his mobile phone to build his courage, and walked slowly, almost stopping every step to go there, until in the half-light and half-darkness, he saw a boy sitting against the wall behind the trash can.

He lowered his head halfway, bent his legs, was only wearing a black singlet, and held an orange cat in his arms.

The cat didn't move, dying in the cold wind.

As if he heard someone approaching, the boy raised his head and looked over with a pair of cold and clear eyes.

Those eyes were clean, pitch black, without any aggression.

His complexion is very fair, and he is the kind of sick person who has been bored at home all year round. There is a Band-Aid under the corner of his eye, and the right corner of his mouth is torn and slightly oozing blood. His clothes are clean, and he doesn't look like he is fighting with someone on the ground.Made it.

In the alleys at night, it was still snowing, with one person and one cat, an indescribably desolate feeling.

Xia Zhuo saw that he was sitting here in good condition, there should be no need to call 120, she shook the hand hanging by her side, the key on the iron plate jingled, she heard herself saying, "Are you hungry?"

It's meal time, and this is the most suitable sentence she can think of to say in the current scene.

As soon as the words fell, a laugh was heard immediately, the tone was lazy and a little helpless, "I'm not a beggar."

Xia Zhuo hurriedly said, "No, I didn't mean that."

The young man seemed not interested in talking to her, so he turned his gaze away, and said two words indifferently, "I'm not hungry."

Xia Zhuo watched him reach out and touch the orange cat, his bony hands were submerged in the cat's fur, it wasn't gentle, it could only be described as caressing.

Then he got up, didn't even look at her again, and walked forward with the cat in his arms.

wack.

Xia Zhuo thought to himself.

The house at the top of the third floor of Tongzilou can hear the bustle and bustle inside from the door.

There was a noisy singing and dancing variety show on the TV, and the poker cards were thrown on the table with a "snap", with a prelude to victory in the tone, "three with two."

A certain person leaned on the chair, pinched the back of his neck listlessly, and said with interest, "I'm sorry."

He wasn't thinking about the cards at all, he raised his eyes and glanced at the TV. He didn't know any young artists about his age, and after watching it for a few seconds, he felt that he was suffering from prosopagnosia.

The mind is clearly not on the TV either.

The other party seemed to have a lot of experience with this game of Doudizhu with only two players, so he threw the last four cards away in high spirits, "Blow it up."

Lu Fenghe looked away and glanced at the remaining bad cards in his hand, and lazily put them on the table, "It's not fun anymore, it's boring."

Chen Chaoyang, who had just won a card, was not overjoyed. He saw the broken corner of his mouth and realized it later. He thought that this brother must be in a terrible mood today. He originally wanted to comfort him, but in the end he won the game.Isn't he a bit inhumane for one night?

When you think about it carefully, it is simply too inhuman.

Chen Chaoyang searched in the scarce vocabulary, which was no less difficult than searching for the last spoonful of rice in the rice cooker, "You..."

On the opposite side, Lu Fenghe flicked his fingertips with his mobile phone, as if he wanted to answer the call, but Chen Zhaoyang swallowed the half-sentence that he had finally suppressed.

Half a minute later, Lu Fenghe stood up and said, "Give me the clothes, I'll go down and get takeaway."

In the snowy winter of January, two people, one coat.

This "one two one" hot-blooded combination does not seem to warm up at all, and the lines between the lines are mixed with desolation and embarrassing embarrassment.

Chen Chaoyang took off his coat to him, and clicked his tongue, "You didn't say that you didn't even bring a thick coat when you came out, otherwise I can make do with mine if I give you one."

Lu Fenghe took his coat and put it on, thinking that I never thought it would be so cold outside.

Otherwise, he definitely wouldn't choose to slam the door out after hearing his father scolding him to "get out", it doesn't matter if he has the backbone.

A few minutes later, the 60-square-meter rental house was filled with the smell of takeaway meals.

For two people, Lu Fenghe ordered a small three hundred yuan, which can be regarded as a "luxury" dinner.

Chen Chaoyang didn't know if it was because playing cards also exhausted his energy, and he didn't say a word since he picked up the chopsticks, and he was absorbed in eating hard.

Halfway through the meal, Chen Chaoyang noticed that Lu Fenghe had put on his clothes when he went downstairs, and he has not been willing to take them off since he came back.

It might be really cold today.

Lu Fenghe was a young master who was pampered and pampered since he was a child. He is very particular about what he eats and wears.

It is an exception to wear just a piece of clothing today.

Chen Zhaoyang picked up the duck meat with his chopsticks, "When are you going to compromise?"

Lu's backbone is a little less than he imagined, "Night."

In fact, when he went out today and was photographed in the cold wind, he immediately compromised. Looking back, no one chased him down, and Young Master Lu felt very humiliated.

He even waited in the downstairs lobby for five minutes to give the "opponent" a step down, but no one followed.

It's even more embarrassing now.

In the end, Young Master Lu, who couldn't bear it anymore, had to wear the single clothes on his body and walk to the tube building against the cold wind. This place is a house after all, which can block the wind.

He walked against the wind.

He is against the wind...

Why doesn't he take a taxi.

Lu Fenghe scratched his hair back in agitation, he was probably confused today.

On the way here, he saw a half-dead cat in the alley that no one dared to touch. One person and one cat were so cold in the strong wind that they felt sorry for each other.Cat.

He was almost regarded as a beggar.

Today's whole day's experience can almost write a book of "Lu Fenghe Biography".

He held the can of Sprite loosely, and immersed himself in recalling a series of messy things that happened today, until Chen Chaoyang suddenly turned down the volume of the TV, extended his legs and touched him with the tip of his shoe, "Is there someone knocking on the door?"

The TV sound came down, and Chen Zhaoyang's knock on the door disappeared together.

Coincidentally, both of them seemed to have been pressed the pause button, holding their breath and listening to the sound outside.

It was quiet for about seven or eight seconds, without hearing any noise other than the sound of the wind.

Could it be that Ah Piao came over and knocked on the door.

Sends chills down the spine.

Xia Zhuo stood at the door, and through the square glass above, she could see that the lights were on inside, but she knocked on the door for a long time and no one answered.

There is a piece of paper pasted on the broken iron door in front of me, with flying handwriting and scribbled like hell: Attached High School Senior Three, preparing for Tsinghua and Peking University, don't disturb.

It was written with a red marker pen, and a skull was drawn at the end. It looked fierce, as if it would be defined as a provocation to invade the territory if it was really disturbing.

Xia Zhuo waited for a while, and then mustered up the courage to knock again, "Is there anyone, rent."

There was a reaction this time, there were a few dragging footsteps in the house from far to near, the anti-theft iron door creaked open, and the indoor light was cast to illuminate a small piece, right at the bottom of her feet.

Xia Zhuo stood at the door, the eyes of the two caught off guard, and that slightly sick face came into her eyes again without warning.

The two met more than an hour ago.

When the boy saw her, the expression on his face didn't change much. If he had to say yes, he was probably stunned for a moment.

But the expression is too shallow, making it difficult to determine whether it is there or not.

Lu Fenghe recognized her at first sight, it was the "female benefactor" who asked him if he was hungry an hour ago.

The girl's eyes are very bright, a pair of beautiful almond eyes, like a student who can see through at a glance, looking innocent and harmless.

He asked casually, "How much?"

Xia Zhuo said: "900."

The boy in front moved his body and went in.

At this moment, the door is wide open, Xia Zhuo can clearly see the furnishings inside from the door, the overall is still clean and tidy, but the takeaway box on the table is covered with a Ben Wusan, it was opened, and it has been splashed with oil.

A large box was placed on the ground at the corner of the table, and the papers inside were spiky. If she read it correctly, they were all blank and unwritten.

This has nothing to do with her pre-expected "preparation for Tsinghua and Peking University".

Xia Zhuo stood at the door and waited, seeing that he coughed a few times with his hands on his lips, and frowned slightly.

Lu Fenghe rummaged around in the house, and found that he only collected more than two hundred cash, which was obviously not enough, and there was also that kind of steel coin of 150 cents, once a person brought himself into the status of "beggar", he would never...

He cleared his throat, put the money back in the drawer, and walked over from the sofa with his mobile phone. His voice was tired and hoarse, "WeChat Alipay."

She clicked on her phone, "WeChat."

Xia Zhuo looked at the slender and beautiful hand holding the mobile phone, and suddenly stopped at the last step of payment.

She looked up and met his dark eyes.

He looked at her for a second and said, "It's not a liar."

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The next volume is "Give Her a Rose" for collection~

When she was a student, Sheng Zhi liked someone so much that every evening, she would think of his name, Shen Jingchi.

On the day we parted, Shen Jingchi sat on the sofa and smoked a cigarette silently. Seeing the wetness in her eyes through the blue-white smoke, he just smiled at her heartlessly, as if he was still a jerk, "GodIt's cold, let's go back."

Before leaving, put a coat on her, and in the pocket of the coat, whether intentionally or not, kept her favorite Peppermint Candy.

She thought she was just an episode in his youth, until she found a diary of Shen Jingchi's high school in the old things, and every line in it was related to her.

The date on the last page is the day before he left, and the handwriting is strong and powerful, with a few strokes:

It's me who loves but can't get.

Sheng Zhi later thought that Shen Jingchi had actually said that he loved her a long time ago.

The midsummer wind of that year blew through the hem of the boy's clothes, and he stood on the bridge wearing a ball uniform, with a gorgeous fire cloud behind him, he smiled wickedly, and waved to her, "Remember my name, Shen Jingchi."

"A young man's love begins in midsummer, and it is hidden in every look he looks at her."

He|The hero took half of the secret love book.

Reunion after a long absence/Two way to go

Sensitive little cutie X jerk big lover

2022.11.3