Snow country

Is it a dream, or reality?

Zhang Xiao saw the man sitting cross-legged in the heavy snow.He raised his head and stared blankly at the heavy snow, as if he didn't feel the severe cold, as if he didn't notice the snow particles covering his face and body at all, he was just in a daze.

The man's eyes were slightly red.Like I just cried.There were several cans of beer beside him, whether they were empty or the man just drank a little.

The red scarf was so conspicuous in the silver frost, Zhang Xiao couldn't pretend he didn't see it.But he was holding the umbrella, obviously wanting to point the umbrella towards that person, but he lost the courage to approach that person.

He thought he saw the elf in the snowy night, although he didn't know what could make the elf so sad.He pursed his lips, thinking, if time could just stop like this, he could keep looking at that elf forever.

But the elf found him.The elf stood up, and those eyes gleaming with tears suddenly met Zhang Xiao's eyes.The man was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly at Zhang Xiao.He raised his head and waved at Zhang Xiao, smiling brightly and brilliantly as if he didn't realize that his face was covered with water drops.The elf leaned over and put all the cans into the bag, but he never looked at Zhang Xiao again, turned around and left without looking back.

The red scarf draws an arc, the crying elf is not in a panic, and his back looks very free and easy.

He was the only one left alone holding an umbrella and standing under the street lamp.

"Xiao, you are finally here!" The president ran to Zhang Xiao excitedly.She whispered something softly in Zhang Xiao's ear, but he, who was already slow to respond because of the foreign language, didn't hear clearly at all.All he could see was the man sitting on the stage, smiling lazily at him.

It was the elf of that night.

"A brief introduction, Akatsuki. That person on stage is Kitazawa Yukio, our protagonist. He is a graduate student of the medical school."

Xuesheng.

Watching Xuesheng jump off the stage, Zhang Xiao couldn't help but think of the scene from that night.It seems to be a freeze frame in a pictorial, a symbol.

That elf is very fragile, so fragile that it seems that it will disappear in a second, and it makes people unable to even have the courage to touch it.The man's eyelashes were very long, and some snowflakes fell on them, following his trembling, fluttering like a butterfly.

"Hello senior, my name is Zhang Xiao, and I am an international student of science and engineering." Zhang Xiao bowed and introduced himself politely.

"Zhang Xiao." Xuesheng repeated the pronunciation of the language that does not belong to his own country, and then laughed, "I heard that you are in charge of lighting? Please help me."

Only then did Zhang Xiao raise his head and look at Xuesheng.Xuesheng's eyelashes were really long, casting a small shadow on his face under the dim light of the small auditorium.He turned his head and played with other actors, but didn't speak to Zhang Xiao again.Zhang Xiao just took one more look at Xue Sheng's appearance, then walked to the lighting platform.

He was thinking, maybe in that snowy night, Xuesheng's eyelashes were just his fantasy, a better filter added by human consciousness to the beautiful picture.With the distance that day, it was impossible for him to see Xuesheng's eyes clearly.

However, the real Xuesheng is more like an elf in the snow than he was that day.

Subconsciously pressing his heart, Zhang Xiao focused on the script in front of him.