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The bustling New Year is here again. There was a heavy snowfall yesterday, and it has not stopped until now. A thick layer has accumulated on the eaves and the ground, and the halo of street lamps is printed golden.

The fireworks and firecrackers that exploded on the ground are also brightly red, and the smell of gunpowder smoke has not dissipated. For many people, this may be the taste of the New Year.

Lu Yuan was carrying a drink and walking home with one foot deep and one foot shallow. She was wearing a thick down jacket and still felt the cold wind blowing into her collar.

Along the road, I saw a few children playing snowballs outside the door. The snowballs flew around like blind eyes. When they saw him coming, they even made a fuss to let him play together.

He has always had a good relationship with children, and has been running around with children all year round, but today his mother told him to go back quickly, so he put the hat on his head and ignored it.

Seeing that he wasn't playing, the child became even more fussy, and the snowballs flew towards him one by one. He fled left and right and was still hit on him.

When he was about to walk out of the children's encirclement, a snowball hit his eyes from nowhere, and Lu Yuan's eyes and nose were sore immediately, and tears flowed out instantly.

Lu Yuante glared around angrily, and the children around him ran faster than a rabbit when they saw him angry, and disappeared in a flash.

Lu Yuan took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and didn't care if he had wiped his nose and tears before, but the tears seemed to be unable to hold back suddenly, and the more he wiped, the more he wiped.

I don't know how long it took, the little grandson of the grandma next door to his house came over cautiously and asked:

"Brother, are you crying?"

Lu Yuan raised his sleeve and wiped it, then rubbed the child's head:

"What nonsense are you talking about? What time is it? You still don't go home for dinner? Be careful your parents beat you!"

The child was pulled out of the psychological shadow by his parents. Hearing this, he hurried forward and said as he ran:

"I'm going back, brother, go back quickly, or my aunt will scold you!"

Lu Yuan also ran with a smile, and the biting cold wind blew his face like a knife. When he got home, his face was frozen, and the smile hung on his face as stiff as a stone statue.

His mother was still in Suyuanzi, and when she saw him come back, she said, "Go and clean up the dishes, we'll be eating soon."

Lu Yuan took off his gloves, rubbed his cold hands, and went to the kitchen to get the bowls and chopsticks. When his mother turned her head to look at his red eye circles, her heart skipped a beat. With a shaking of her hands, all the balls in a spoonful fell into the room, splashing oil. took her hand.

Lu Yuan hurriedly took her hand and dipped it under the faucet, then went to the bathroom to get toothpaste and put it on her, the burning feeling would be better.

Lu Yuan wanted to help her get the rest of the balls up. His eye circles were red and bloodshot, his skin was pale and ashen, and the cheekbones on his thin face seemed to hurt people.

Mother Lu turned her head away from looking at him, and said dryly:

"I'm fine with that, you go out first and call your dad to come back for dinner."

That night, the family made dumplings, and Lu Yuan was lucky enough to get some coins. The kid next door looked envious:

"Good luck if you eat well, and you will definitely have good luck in the New Year."

Lu Yuan poked the coin with the tip of his chopsticks and asked:

"Really?"

The little boy had a firm expression on his face: "Of course, my grandma told me, brother, you are so lucky."

Lu Yuanyou sighed and thought:

Well, it looks like there will be good luck this year!

It was still snowing outside after dinner, it seemed like this every year, no matter how good the weather was before, it would definitely snow on New Year's Day, as if it was a special program to celebrate the festival.

When Lu Yuan said this, his cousin of Zhengzheng Middle School looked hesitant and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle:

"Who says it's a celebration, maybe it's God's dandruff!"

Lu Yuan suddenly lost his appetite, and almost spit out the dumplings he ate just now:

"Okay, go ahead, I'm going to set off the fireworks."

He went out with a firework in his arms, and every household outside the door had already set it up, and the whole old street was brightly lit, which was very beautiful.

He stood and watched for a while, and then a few children who made trouble in the morning stuffed a snowball into his neck. Lu Yuan was startled, and the snowball rolled down the brim of his hat, and still fell into some , a piece of icy cold, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and it still turned into water.

He saw the child laughing and laughing, but he didn't bother to pay attention to it. He lit the fireworks in a remote place, and the golden thin threads burst into the air with a chirping sound and exploded. Colorful flowers bloomed in the sky, followed by thorny fireworks. The sound, Lu Yuan's pale face was also colorfully reflected by this color, Lu Yuan surrounded his hands in a trumpet shape and shouted with full female strength:

"Happy New Year."

The fireworks in the sky are not going out, and the flowers of Perak Bala complement each other. Lu Yuan thought about it and added three words.

"Mo Jianzhi, Happy New Year!"

He stood in the white mist filled with gunpowder smoke, surrounded by the rustling sound of falling soot, the snowflakes dyed his brows a crystal white, his voice was covered by the sound of huge fireworks, no one could hear it, this He was the only one in the place, back and forth.

But at this moment, a second voice suddenly came:

"Lu Yuan, happy new year."

Lu Yuan suddenly turned around and saw the man sitting in a wheelchair, looking at him tenderly. The black coat and hair had been covered with a thick layer of snowflakes. Lu Yuan didn't know how long he had been here, but felt that he It seems that I have been standing here for thousands of years, just waiting for a look back.

Seeing him standing there blankly, Mo Jianzhi smiled:

"come over."

Lu Yuan's nose was sore, and he pulled out a smirk. This smile was not beautiful, silly and embarrassed. With the smile unfolded was a runny nose due to a cold. Lu Yuan took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped it with some embarrassment. before walking towards him:

"How did you come?"

Mo Jianzhi said, "Come closer."

Lu Yuan looked at the man in suit and leather shoes standing behind him, thinking that he had something to say that he didn't want others to hear, so he bent over and asked:

"what happened?"

Mo Jianzhi raised his hand and grabbed his neck suddenly, pulled him down to embrace him in his arms, Lu Yuan hurriedly grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair, for fear of touching his legs.

Mo Jianzhi hugged very tightly, and the hands clasped around his waist seemed to want to shove his bones into his body. He didn't need any words, except for hugging. They didn't know any way to express their miss.

Lu Yuan was sore and unbearable, he watched the snowflakes in the sky scattered on the ground like ashes half in despair.

"Mo Jianzhi..."

"Ok?"

"I saw your message."

"Ah."

"You didn't let me contact you."

"Ah."

"Then why are you still here?"

Mo Jianzhi's breathing was stagnant, and he slowly let go of his hands, took the scarf around his neck and put it on Lu Yuan in circles:

"Because, I miss you, Lu Yuan, I miss you."

The corners of Lu Yuan's lips moved slightly, his frozen bluish cheeks were even more glaring against the white scarf, Mo Jianzhi was a little reluctant to force him, but he couldn't just let go, he sighed:

"Lu Yuan, I can wait for you, but I'm afraid that it will take too long and you won't be able to hold on. I can't wait."

Lu Yuan didn't speak, and looked down at his legs, he asked:

"Does it still hurt?"

Mo Jianzhi didn't speak.

Lu Yuan asked again: "Is the lap okay?"

Mo Jianzhi sighed, and had no choice but to reply: "It's fine. Grandma Qiwen took care of him before. I brought it home the day before yesterday, and now my parents are taking care of it."

Lu Yuan let out an oh and asked again: "That's pretty good."

He still wanted to say something, but the words went back and forth several times in his mouth, and he couldn't seem to find any suitable topics, so he lowered his head and stared at Mo Jianzhi's legs and stopped talking.

Mo Jianzhi raised his hand and touched his earlobe, looked at his haggardness, and said softly:

"sorry."

He once said that he would bear the weight for Lu Yuan and let him walk a little lighter, but now it seems to be even heavier.

however……

Lu Yuan shook his head in a daze. A child called his name in the distance. Lu Yuan panicked and looked at Mo Jianzhi anxiously.

However... His attitude gave the answer to Mo Jianzhi's unspoken question. Lu Yuan seemed to realize that he was too aggressive. He seemed to want to argue, but after a bit of stalemate, he flinched and begged.

Mo Jian's palms were clenched tightly, the slight warmth that remained just now disappeared in the wind, and the momentum of the snowflakes flying all over the sky was getting bigger and bigger. He didn't say that he was in danger of rushing here in the wind and snow, he didn't say that he was in unbearable pain in his legs at the moment, he didn't say anything. Speaking of the embarrassment of being rejected, he just said in a gentle voice as always:

"Lu Yuan, I think we should change the way. You can trust me more and give us a chance."

Lu Yuan shook his head: "My parents...my parents won't understand, you don't want to go, they don't want to see you, they are different from your family, we are different."

The child in the distance called Lu Yuan twice again, which attracted the curious watching of several adults. Mo Jianzhi finally took a few steps back. He looked at the repulsion and fear on Lu Yuan's face, not without disappointment.

He had long understood that Lu Yuan might not have the courage to go on with him, but he never thought that Lu Yuan would not even dare to try.

He lowered his expression and wiped out all remaining affection, his voice was flat and indifferent, as if the person full of tenderness just now was just an illusion.

他 说:

"Lu Yuan, happy new year."

Lu Yuan watched him being pushed away slowly by the young man behind him. The snowflakes flying all over the sky seemed to be suddenly violent and rapid, but his vision had been finely cut in an instant, and the world was blurred.

He looked at the blurred spot of light, na na said:

"Goodbye."

These two words are like a dagger stained with venom. It cuts a cold and sharp knife in his chest, leaving behind the venom, soaking the bones, and suddenly giving way to give birth to an illusion that there will be another thousand years, This pain is also like a shadow.