It’s Colder Today

Shi Yun threw the paper towel in his hand into the trash can. When he picked up the tea cup, he glanced at it out of habit and turned the cup to the other side before drinking: You deserve it.

Wei Cong should not be angry: Don't you feel sorry for me?

I don't feel bad now. Shi Yun drank more than half of the cup of tea.

The noodles were already out of the pot, and the boss asked them to go over and serve them themselves. This task was all handed over to Wei Zongying. He didn't mind that the bowl was too hot, so he came back with two bowls of noodles.

There was also a plate of mutton with the same toppings. This bowl was brought over by the proprietress of the kitchen. Wei Congying put more than half of the mutton on the plate into Shi Yun's bowl: I feel sorry for you. You are also tired today.

If you care, it still sounds different.

The glare at him didn't seem to have any harmful effect on him.

Shi Yun added a spoonful of chili pepper to the noodles and sprinkled some coriander: By the way, you have to send me back tomorrow morning.

Okay. After Wei Cong agreed, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, checked the driving distance displayed on the map, estimated the time, and set an alarm clock.

After setting the alarm clock, Wei Zongying stirred the noodles: Are you still so busy recently?

I'm busy now, but our tutor said he could give us a holiday during the New Year. I don't know if he can draw a big pie for us. Shi Yun sighed as he said that he felt as if he hadn't rested for a long time. Hearing from the freshman The senior said that after the new school year next year, it will not be easier than now if I am either doing a paper or staying in the laboratory every day.

Wei Zongying thought that she was still at school during the summer vacation and asked, Are you going home during the Chinese New Year?

Shi Yun didn't answer immediately because she didn't know. Chewing mutton and noodles in his mouth, he waited until he swallowed them before he said, Maybe I will go back for a day or two to see my grandparents.

After eating the mutton noodles, Shi Yun felt warm.

The noodle shop looks simple and unpretentious, but it tastes really good. She took out a tissue and wiped her mouth, and finally burped and left the noodle shop.

The plastic heat-insulating curtain was lowered, and the noise in the store behind him was suddenly cut off from the quiet street.

The street lights were blocked by the trees along the street, and the surrounding area was empty. The wind blew across the huge wasteland behind, causing howls like monsters.

However, beneath the sound of the wind, she heard the roar of the engine and the screeching sound of tires.

She turned around and looked around, as if looking for the racing track.

Wei Zongying felt a little hot after eating the noodles. He lowered the zipper of his coat and looked at her shaking her head: What's wrong?

Shi Yun habitually put her arm into his arm: Is there a racing track here?

Yes. Wei Congying raised her chin towards the west, thinking of what she had said before about her mother, Do you want to go and have a look?

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This is Shiyun's first time at the racing track.

The racing track was quite close to the hotel where he was staying. Not long after walking to the west, he saw a building that was different from the stadium. The outside was surrounded by a barbed wire fence, and half of the tallest building standing in the night was an auditorium.

When checking the ticket at the door, he saw the person coming up and stood up. After he came closer and saw clearly that it was Wei Songying, he sat down again and nodded to him. He seemed to be familiar with him: I came a little late today.

Wei Congying threw a cigarette to him: What is it today?

It's the same performance. The man took the cigarette and put it behind his ears. He saw Shi Yun behind Wei Congying and smiled, The performance is quite good.

But Wei Zongying's expression didn't look very happy.

Shi Yun followed Wei Zongying and walked in with him.

Shi Yun asked in a low voice: Don't we need to buy tickets?

Wei Zongying held her hand: Your boyfriend and my face are the tickets.

The audience was buzzing with people. In order to let the other party hear what they said clearly, the two people got a little close.

He stopped on the last step, put away his joking expression, and became a little serious: I'll see if I can overcome it later.

These words aroused Shiyun's curiosity.

Going up the steps, Shi Yun first saw the excited people in the auditorium. Wei Zongying took her hand and led her to the place with the best view.

Turning around and looking down the field, three cars were speeding on the black track at a fast speed. The harsh sound of drifting, accompanied by the roar of the engine, and the white smoke under the tires stimulated the audience's hearing, smell and vision.

Extreme parallelism, extreme turning of the car, one moving forward and the other reversing.

Now she finally knew what Wei Zongying meant by what he said on the steps.

The blood in Shiyun's body did not boil, and even dropped rapidly. Unlike those who shouted and hooted, she only felt fear.

The hairs all over my body stood up, and the toes in my shoes curled up.

She couldn't accept it.

That day there was also a screeching brake sound, and she couldn't open her eyes in the dazzling car lights.

After a moment of dizziness, she felt dizzy. Her mother's voice calling her was heard in her ears. In the red, she slowly regained her vision, but what she saw was the steel bar passing through the windshield, and then her mother's body penetrated by the steel bar.

It took a long time before Shi Yun got over the car-to-traffic problem, but she was still afraid of taking an express train and her palms became sweaty.