Do not give up ice and snow for the king

However, I heard that the snowfall is very different this year, so let's take a look at what is different.I didn't want to be completely destroyed just now when the snow piled up all over the field. My interest and curiosity are over, so I should leave.When she raised her head, a smear of red forced her eyes.Along the line of sight, there is a light brush and ink landscape painting, with white as the base, the face, the windbreaker, the black as the highlight, the hair, the eyes, the red as the finishing touch, the scarf, and the length of the clothes.The man in front of him is clean and clean, as if melting with the snow, his eyebrows are cut like a knife, with moderate shades, his eyes are like stars, clear and dewy, and the light competes with the light.Standing tall and standing alone, with one hand in his trouser belt, he poked in shallowly.With one hand leaning on the fence, he leaned forward slightly.Smiling faintly, leaning up a little, looking from afar, deep in thought.It seems to look far away and nostalgia for the past, and it seems to be far-sighted but sentimental.Snow, still swaying leisurely, scattered around the man, looking as light as possible.Stretch and suddenly feel that between heaven and earth, exquisite and translucent, quiet and free of dust, that person is in this icy and pure world, like cold plums and snow, figuring out the shadows alone, with delicate fragrance and dark hair, not with the vulgar, independent and cold, not competing for color or noise.The world was quiet again, but he was in chaos.He never knew that in this world of mortals and purples, with flying silt and sand, there is such a person, like the moon among the clouds, like the snow on the top of the mountain, like the wind in the forest, like the clear dew.Shu Zhan suddenly felt that in the next second, he would ride the wind and go back.Yun Bian had already turned and left.Shu Zhan was still in a trance.It doesn't matter whether he is a man or a woman, the important thing is that he exists.Yes, when you like someone, you must be willing to do anything for him, sometimes even if you don't do anything, but as long as he exists, you will be happy.

It is easy for Shu Zhan to investigate a person's identity and background in a short period of time.It's a matter of one sentence.Soon, the basic information of Yunbian will appear in front of you.Yun Bian, 16 years old, is a native of Yangcheng, an only child, and his parents are both university teachers.He has a gentle and quiet personality, treats others with respect and humility, has outstanding grades, likes to be quiet, likes to study, can play the piano, and rarely participates in strenuous activities.Although he doesn't have bad feelings with others, he seldom gets close to others. Therefore, his relationship with his classmates is moderate. He studies in Class One and One of Senior High School, and is a typical three-good student in the teacher's mind.Looking at the fairly detailed information in front of him, Shu Zhan, who has always been stern and reticent, sighed: A person lives up to his name, and he is like a cloud.

As soon as the words fell, Li Kai, who was sitting next to him, immediately jumped up, turned left, looked right, and Yu Shuzhan's face kept wandering, as if examining and probing, which made him puzzled.

"What do you want to do?" Shu Zhan's voice came, low and short, not soothing, and chilling.

"I just said, this is your stretching. In such a gentle moment just now, I'll go, so I thought something was wrong with you." Li Kai bluffed and sighed.

Shu Zhan glanced at him and ignored him.After a while, as if thinking of something, he asked casually, "You said I was gentle just now?"

"Ah, yes, you really should look in the mirror for yourself, how gentle you were just now, who would believe you if you tell me, you are ruthless in everyone's eyes, like an iceberg, even though we grew up together, I It's rare to see you have any other expressions. Hey, speaking of it, what did you ask that person to do? He offended you." Li Kai looked like he was going to ask the bottom line.

"Nothing" is concise and to the point. It seems to be an answer, but in fact it is perfunctory. It will always make people unable to figure it out.

"It's going to be a holiday soon, but it's snowing so hard, and I can't go out to play, and I can only sing or play ball." Thinking of Li Kai, who was finally freed from the shackles of school but could only engage in indoor activities, he felt depressed and helpless.

Shu looked out of the window, the snow was still the same, flying back and forth, falling deeper and deeper.

three.

The sound of firecrackers, the old year is removed.Tu Su Tao Fu, Happy New Year.There are no fireworks in the city, so the east wind puts flowers and thousands of trees at night, and even blows them down. The splendid scene of fire, trees and silver flowers like rain of stars is hard to see quickly.Fortunately, the so-called festive season is better when the moon is full and people are safe.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of streets and alleys, the overcrowded traffic, Yunbian prefers a family of three in the warm room, harmonious and harmonious, gossiping about melons, fruits, water and tea.My mother suddenly said, "It's time for our traditional poetry match. How about it? Are you ready? As usual, whoever loses will still be responsible for washing the dishes for the next seven days. To be fair, take out your mobile phones now." Put it here. The game starts immediately."

The so-called traditional poetry competition means that everyone recites a poem related to the current situation and atmosphere, and if they fail to come up with it within 3 minutes, they will lose.Whether it fits the current situation, the minority obeys the majority.When Yunbian was 12 years old, a family of three started this game.The result can be imagined, Yun Yifan took over the tableware for three years.Therefore, since last year, Yun Yifan has been getting ready early to make up for poetry.As a result, the sky is not pitiful, and it is hard to escape bad luck.Therefore, he took precautions and vowed to Tianmeng that this year he must win a round.From the very beginning, he seized the opportunity to strike first.

"Accompany the capital with singing and dancing to welcome the festive season, and wish Yan'an a beautiful scenery from afar." This is a poem written by Dong Biwu during the Spring Festival in 1941. Although the Anti-Japanese War was at a low point, he still gathered in Yetang to celebrate the New Year, expressing his best wishes for the motherland and his determination to win the Anti-Japanese War.Yun Yifan started the competition with this, the implication is obvious, and one can tell from his complacent expression.

"Toast each other to Tusu wine, share the victory tea at the banquet".Not to be outdone, Wang Yi took over immediately.The banquet was lively and full of laughter, and the audience dispersed after the banquet. They couldn't bear to leave and talked loudly.Just like their New Year's Eve.

"Thousands of households always exchange new peaches for old talismans" as soon as Yun Bian finished speaking, Yun Yifan laughed, eager to express: "Xiaoyun doesn't fit the situation, and the day of the day is the blue sky and white sun. The meaning of the big sun is completely opposite to the current deep night. Haha, Xiao Yun, I entrust you with the bowls and chopsticks this year."

Wang Yi rolled his eyes at him, and said vigorously: "These two sentences are about the specific situation of every household welcoming the New Year on the day of the Spring Festival. Isn't it the Spring Festival that we are living now? It is extremely appropriate. If it is illegal because of the word "sun", then you It was written during the war. Seeing that you seem to be dissatisfied, let's vote with a show of hands." Then he raised his hand high.

Yun Bian looked at his mother, then at his aggrieved father, smiled mischievously, and raised his hand.Only Yun Yifan was left alone, beating his chest and stamping his feet, yelling loudly.

"Northern Wind Blows Snow at the Fourth Beginning, Jiarui Tianjiao and New Year's Eve"

"Yingsong and Swallows announce the New Year, Mayi Longdui Road is thousands of"

"Drip the lotus drain in a year. Bijing Fing crisp and frozen wine"

"Last night, the fight went back to the north, and now it is from the east"

"Celebrate the New Year with laughter, Hongyan ladies and gentlemen present plum blossoms"

"Half of Tusu still hasn't been lifted, and the grass in front of the lamp writes peach charms"

……

"Fate is dying with the years, and the body will be forgotten with the world." Yun Yifan just read this sentence, both Wang Yi and Yun Bian's expressions turned serious, and he also immediately realized that this sentence was inauspicious.The author of this poem, Wen Tianxiang, has no lofty ambitions, no unrestrained and unrestrained attitude, no elaborate words, only simple and straightforward emotions, expressing his modest wish to celebrate the Spring Festival with his family.And this year's New Year's Eve is also the last New Year's Eve in Wen Tianxiang's life.

Wang Yi was suddenly frightened, and the chill hit her. She forced herself to calm down, and deliberately raised her voice to dispel the chill, saying, "Okay, okay, it's over, handsome Yunda, you lost, the bowls and chopsticks are all yours. "Yun Bian looked at his phone, there are still a few minutes, and it will be the New Year.In the new year, I have no other wishes, but I wish the whole family is safe.

Just after twelve o'clock, Yunbian received a text message, happy new year.Just four characters, no punctuation, no signature, no emotion.The school discipline is strict, and mobile phones are strictly prohibited from being brought into the campus.Yun Bian only goes home on weekends and occasionally uses his mobile phone to search for information. As for the number, except for the teacher, few people know it.But there must be a reason for everything that comes.The person who came to congratulate him on time must have done it on purpose, even if he didn't know it, he should deeply remember this intention.Since he didn't intend to disclose it, Yun Bian would not investigate it out of curiosity.Thanks, same to you.Such a reply, polite and alienated, is the best.That number is silent.

Yun Bian, who was about to fall asleep, was suddenly stopped by his father, who patted him on the shoulder, as gentle as ever. "Your 16th birthday will be soon after the year. I checked and it happens to be Saturday this year. Your mother and I have decided to take care of it for you. What do you think?" Ever since Yunbian can remember, birthdays have always been It is a family life together, never interrupted, never changed.

"I have no other ideas, as long as the family is together." Yun Bian smiled softly.

"You are always so sensible, and it makes people feel distressed to be so sensible. Sometimes, your mother and I hope that you are not so sensible." Father sighed, barely audible.

"I'm quite satisfied with my current state. Dad, good night." After closing the door and turning off the lights, my heart was still churning.He fully understood what his father meant.Since he was a child, he seldom cried, seldom acted like a baby, and seldom asked for what he wanted. Like a delicate and perfect window doll, he always lacked such a vulgar flavor.He's different from other kids, he's always known.He seemed to have been injected with oxytocin, on his profound thoughts, on his gentle behavior, on his noble demeanor, on all the parts that made him more mature than his peers.He is like this, he doesn't like to cry, doesn't like to fight, doesn't like to fight, doesn't like to win, doesn't like to conflict or get entangled.If you compare him to a plant, it can't be more ironic.Quiet, light, content with duty, fend for itself.Don't love, you won't be lonely, keep your heart, and open and close freely.He wants to be such a person, has been in the past, and will be in the future.

All coincidences and unreasonable things are called destiny.March [-]th is Yunbian's birthday.An unusual day, doomed, cannot break free, cannot escape.Yesterday, the sky was high and the clouds were wide, and there was a vast expanse of blue.After one night, the wind howled, the turbid waves emptied, and the torrential rain came.