It’s Colder Today

Wei Congying took her hand and led her to a restaurant with local characteristics. He said: "Yes, rain."

"Fish? Fish in the water?" Shi Yun couldn't understand.

Wei Zong responded: "Three hairs."

The answer is as if there is no answer, and you can't understand the cultural people.

They braved the sleet and walked into a local specialty restaurant. Xunchuan tastes sweet, which makes the two capital people a little uncomfortable.

When the boss brought the food to the table, he could tell at a glance that the two of them were not locals. However, it is not unusual for young couples to travel together during the New Year. His son also said that he would travel with friends during the New Year this year.

Young people have the freedom of young people.

Seeing that the two of them were not used to sweet food, the boss smiled and said, "It's not local."

After chatting casually for a while, Jun asked the boss: "Boss, do you have any places you would recommend to people coming to Xunchuan?"

"Recommended?" The boss thought for a while, "I recommend them not to come."

It is not a good idea to ask locals to recommend it. They have been used to seeing the bricks and tiles here since they were young, and they never think there is anything new.

Shi Yun picked up a squirrel and mandarin fish with his chopsticks: "This fish you are talking about?"

He didn't answer. The phone in his pocket rang several times. It seemed he was very busy. Wei Zongying stood up and went to check out. Shi Yun brought the fish meat on the chopsticks to her mouth. After a while, a hand fell on her head. Wei Congying crumpled the receipt into a small paper ball and threw it into the trash can beside the table: "I'm going to smoke a cigarette. You take your time." eat."

Shi Yun looked out through the glass store door. He was making a call on his mobile phone. His expression didn't look good and he hung up the phone quickly. When Shiyun put on his bag and went out, he had not finished smoking a cigarette.

The wind picked up, stirring up white smoke mixed with sleet and drifting in the air. He was next to the street lamp pole, and the wind was a bit charming. He squinted slightly, took it up and lay down on the silkworm, holding the cigarette butt in his thin lips, looking at the gray-blue sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

The sound of the door opening and closing caused Wei Congying to withdraw his attention and turned to look to the side. He saw Shi Yun coming out. He took the cigarette from his mouth with his fingers, put out the cigarette on the metal body of the lighter, and checked that there was no garbage around. The bucket was then thrown into the drainage manhole cover.

"It's not easy to take a taxi here." Wei Zongying raised his hand and put on Shi Yun's hat. "It's raining outside. You go to the store and wait for me. I'll go to the intersection and take a taxi. When I get a taxi, you can come back."

Taking a taxi is not an easy task at this time and in this weather. Wei Zongying walked to the intersection, holding his mobile phone and looking at the interface where he was waiting for vehicles to receive orders. After adding the price twice, there was still no car to accept the order.

There was no place to take shelter from the rain at the intersection, and the sleet fell on the screen of the mobile phone like cool summer ice.

It’s just that the shaved ice machine was in disrepair for a long time, and ice stains splashed on his phone, clothes and clothes. The raindrops mixed with snow fell on the sleeves, slowly seeping into the cotton wool inside the slippery cotton clothes.

He suddenly remembered that when he was in college, he had a southern roommate in his dormitory. He always held an umbrella when it snowed. Wei Zongying couldn't understand it at that time.

Now it seems that the sleet in the south is just like rain, so we can't do it without an umbrella.

Just as he was about to add money for the third time, a pair of arms hugged his waist from behind.

Wei Zongying turned his head and looked behind him. The person who was waiting for him in the store ran over at some point.

The wind was a bit strong and her hat was knocked off. Wei Zongying added the price in the taxi app and added a red envelope as a reward. Then Jiang turned around and hugged her, with Feng Chuī's red hand pressing her hat: "Didn't I tell you to wait for me in the store?"

Shi Yun was standing at the door of the restaurant just now, watching him walk to the intersection.

This snowstorm is quite heavy.

I don't know why, but an incomprehensible word suddenly popped into my head: "A journey in wind and snow".

Seeing the north wind blowing through him in the depth of winter, and blowing through the rain and snow in the sky, the black figure standing in the gray world made Shi Yun unable to move his eyes.

"Wait with you."

Wei Cong responded: "It's cold."

I want to persuade her to wait in the store.

After she finished speaking, she raised her hands and hugged him: "Then hug me, and hold me tighter."

When Shi Yun raised her face, she could still feel the rain and snow falling on her face. She joked: "I really got the rain this time."

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Wei Zongying played with Shi Yun for two days. They went to the temple that was said to be the most efficacious in China. Wei Zongyin probably didn't believe this. If it was really the most efficacious, wouldn't it mean that the people of Xunchuan would have no worries? But Shi Yun was already kneeling on the futon with the incense.

Some of the gods from the ten directions were solemn and precious, while others had low eyebrows and kind smiles. She worshiped them seriously.

When Shi Yun finished praying, he realized that Wei Congying had been standing behind him and did not pray at all.

He said he had nothing to ask for.

People live first for money and second for longevity.

He is not short of money, and it doesn't matter to him whether he lives long or not.

He waited for Shiyun to get up from the futon and held her hand.

During the Chinese New Year, many people came to burn incense and worship Buddha. They walked together in the crowded hall. He held Shi Yun's hand so that they would not be separated by the crowd: "I don't want to live a long life."

Shi Yun was curious: "Why?"

The human being is like a clay can that stores water. The process of storing water continues in the teens and twenties and for the next twenty years. After a certain age, cracks will appear in the clay can, and water will flow through the cracks. When the water is gone, people will die. Once a person reaches the point of running out of water, his life begins to go downhill.

When you are unable to enjoy the quality of life, experiencing weight loss and hair loss in middle age may be a nightmare.