a winter fire

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I like four seasons, and I prefer to eat hot pot on every special day of four seasons.

First rain, first snow.

The first rain, the first snow.

Whenever I think it is a memorable day, I can celebrate it by eating hot pot.

Of course, the premise is that I have money.

Now I don’t have much money, and this morning I was still figuring out how to cash out the money in my credit card to pay the rent, but this doesn’t affect my good mood today.

Maybe because of the weather, or maybe because today is really a good day, the hot pot restaurant at noon is also overcrowded. When Zhou Hanzhang and I pushed open the heavy glass door with our whole body covered in snow, there was already a long queue inside.

"So many people?" Zhou Hanzhang obviously hadn't seen so many humans for a long time, standing there frowning, with a sad face, as if he lost his wallet because of being squeezed in the crowd.

"Stay here and don't move!" I pulled him to the corner, "Wait for me."

I have to settle our frightened teacher Zhou and let him wait there while I go to get a number and line up.

Squeeze into the crowd, take a number, just such a lunch break, there are more than a dozen tables in front of us.

When I squeezed back again, I was sweating all over, and I said, "I have to wait a while, there are more than ten tables in front."

I thought Zhou Hanzhang would turn around and leave impatiently, but he asked me, "Are you hungry?"

I just laughed: "I'm not hungry, I ate some biscuits in the morning."

"Snacks at work?"

"Please don't tell me about it." I was really afraid of him. If Mr. Zhou also likes to surf the Internet, he is definitely a lonely eagle among the contemporary masters.

Zhou Hanzhang looked at me and smiled: "Please."

This man is so naive, so naive that I don't even bother to complain about him.

"Please," I said, "Mr. Zhou, you are the best!"

Zhou Hanzhang stared at me, seemingly quite satisfied, with a little smile in his eyes.

"it is good."

I shrugged and stepped aside next to him.

"You can sit in the waiting area later when there is a vacant seat," I said, "We estimate that we will have to wait for a long time."

He nodded and turned his head to look outside. The snow was so heavy that he couldn't see the road a few meters away.

"Teacher Zhou," I leaned over to watch the snow with him, "what are you thinking?"

"It's snowing so much," he said, "I don't know when it will stop."

"Well, it's not easy to go back to the mountain today, right?"

After asking this sentence, I found that Zhou Hanzhang was looking at me, which made my spine shudder, and I felt that this person had a conspiracy.

"It's not easy," he said. "It's dangerous."

This is true, but I can't help it, and I can't carry a small shovel to clear the snow for him.

"Well, sure." That's all I could say.

Zhou Hanzhang stared at me for a while, then said, "What time do you get off work?"

"06:30."

He nodded again: "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."

Zhou Hanzhang walked out of the hot pot restaurant alone, stood outside and lowered his head to light a cigarette.

To be honest, he is quite handsome, not the kind of delicate fresh meat, nor can he be regarded as a literary and melancholy young man. He is often slovenly, calm and indifferent. Squinting at the thoughtful bird passing by the floating clouds.

I finally understood why many girls in our class liked "Uncle Fan" men. For people like Zhou Hanzhang, even if he turned his back to me, I could read a sense of story.

The sense of story in people is more attractive than anything else.

I stared at him, through the foggy glass door of the hot pot restaurant, he was standing in the snow smoking a cigarette, raised his head slightly and exhaled the smoke, and then he seemed to sigh.

The heavy snow soon fell on Zhou Hanzhang again, he suddenly turned his head and caught my sight, which startled me.

I saw him beckoning to me, I was immediately bewitched, opened the door and ran out.

However, in the next second, he squatted down, and when I ran in front of him, a snowball hit me.

"...Uncle, how old are you?" I patted the snow hanging on my clothes, "You can't win the little girl's heart like this."

As soon as he was childish, the "story sense" in his body disappeared, leaving only clumsy and cuteness.

Zhou Hanzhang laughed out loud, looking at me through the snow with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Are you a little girl?"

"I'm a handsome boy."

Zhou Hanzhang couldn't help laughing, and he didn't know what was so funny.

He came over, pulled the snow off my hair, finished the cigarette, threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, put his arm around my neck and brought me back to the store.

When we entered, there was an empty chair in the waiting area. I pushed him to sit there, but he pushed me on the chair.

I sat there and looked up at him. This angle made Zhou Hanzhang look extraordinarily stalwart.

I said, "Mr. Zhou, why don't you sit down?"

"I don't want to sit."

My brain probably had a cramp, thinking that I could joke with him casually, because I said something that deserved a beating, and I said: "Don't want to sit? Are you suffering from hemorrhoids?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-12-0110:37:34~2020-12-0207:11:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Jing sauce, limited to 2 summers; 1 sticks of ice cream, grapefruit soda, Nanichi Yukimura, moonuna_chen, Chen Fanqiu, Boss Xi’s dog leg, penny?, Xiaopang, Lin Yu, Muzi [-]. Cangji's Xiaojinglin [-] piece;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：Liicho40瓶；陈蕃球26瓶；璟酱20瓶；弱水、1.8米七的矮子、100多斤的蒲公英10瓶；烂柯、五碳糖5瓶；江湾、无事小神仙、肖毛龟虾快离开！、汐老板的狗腿子1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!