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At around eight o’clock, the supermarket was full of people, and it was so dark. When Xin Wan stuffed coins into the trolley, the children next to him were still crying because they didn’t get their favorite toys. To him, the great sorrow seemed small.

Song Heng was about to pull the trolley, but Xin Wan avoided his hand, "I'm pushing."

"Why do you suddenly want to eat hot pot?" Song Heng was not keen on pushing this, so he withdrew his hand and put Xin Wan's untied scarf inside.

"Because it's snowing, it's a good time to eat hot pot in such a cold day," Xin Wan said, "And I haven't eaten hot pot much, so I want to try it."

Song Heng seldom eats hot pot, and his family only thinks it is rubbish. The last time he ate it seemed to be in the second year of high school. Xin Wan dragged him to skip class. This was the first rebellion in Song Heng's ordinary high school career. Also escaped from the campus, almost hit a tricycle full of snacks on the road, and finally just went to Haidilao two traffic lights away to eat hot pot.

Xin Wan put her upper body on the cart, and the wheels slid on the smooth ground, which was fun,

Song Heng didn't stop his behavior, but occasionally pushed down slightly, and turned the cart in the direction it deviated.

"Brother, do you like hot pot?"

"good."

A perfunctory and unsentimental answer.

The food in the freezer was packed into bags, such as urinated beef balls, stuffed fish balls, fish tofu, mutton rolls, purple potato balls, and many other things that Xin Wan couldn't name, all piled up in the trolley.Xin Wan always had to look at Song Heng from time to time, always worried that he would disappear when he turned his head.

Passing by the shelves with alcohol liquid, the silver lights of the supermarket reflected on the various wine bottles, presenting an overly chaotic sense of corruption, Song Heng suddenly said: "Want to drink?"

"No, I don't want to," Xin Wan hurriedly argued, and pushed away from the area at a high speed, "Just take a look."

The table was full at checkout, a feast of raw food, and several bottles of juice drinks.They all gave a big bag, which was full, Xin Wan regretted it, but Song Heng didn't seem to mind, and took an extra green arrow from the shelf as a replacement.

It was so heavy, Song Heng shouldn't be able to carry it alone, so he carried one side alone.

When I walked out of the supermarket, it started to snow again outside, not too much, the snow accumulated on the stairs creaked when I stepped on it, and the brown and dirty shoe prints were branded on it.When walking down cautiously, Xin Wan heard Song Heng say: "Don't wait for me outside the company from now on."

The winter wind was blowing, and it seemed that it was still warm from the snow. The plastic bag became a string that strangled the knuckles. The snowflakes fell on the red skin, and it hurt a little. Xin Wan pulled the scarf on herself with one hand, and said in a low voice. Said: "But I want to see you."

Song Heng was silent for a while, and said, "Then go inside the company, it's too cold outside."

"Is that going in directly? Just like last time, do I need to talk to the sister at the front desk?" Xin Wan became happy again, "Or should I write down my name in the list? Just like in TV dramas, if there is Thieves and thieves, we need to investigate one by one."

"Just say the name."

Various ingredients in the bag rubbed and collided to make a sound, like a symphony, Xin Wan asked, "Name?"

"Song Heng," Song Heng put his other hand into his coat pocket, "tell me your name, and ask the front desk to take you to the reception room, where there are hot cocoa and desserts."

He didn't expect to get the name so easily - the heavy white gauze that Xin Wan thought was covering up the secret turned out to be just a layer of fog.Song Heng, he rarely called this name in front of others, he only dared to read it silently in his heart, and found that his lips would not touch when he pronounced these two syllables.

"Song Heng..." Xin Wan read out, carefully probing, "Which 'Heng'?"

I was so nervous that I stepped on the lace of my left shoe with my right foot and almost tripped.

Just as Xin Wan was about to speak, the pain in his fingers suddenly eased. Song Heng put the plastic bag on the ground, squatted down, tied his shoelaces, and snowflakes fell on his hair.

It was a natural movement, as if it had happened thousands of times.

The temperature under the lamp did not rise, but Xin Wan felt her heart was heating up, as if she drank a few bottles of scalded plum wine and felt dizzy, dreaming?Tie a knot very simply, then bent down to pick up the bag on the ground, Song Heng looked into his eyes, the light was on his pupils, "Wang, Xing Heng."

The glass bottle collided in the plastic bag, and Xin Wan hurriedly lowered her head, using this movement to hide her blushing, and said, "Ah, okay, I remembered."

After moving to Shuyueli, I haven't eaten hot pot much. The mandarin duck pot in the cupboard is still [-]% new. When I took it out, the small bag of desiccant fell on the ground.Xin Wan went to the bathroom to wash her face, and only then did she cool down.

"It would be great if I could eat it on the balcony," he said with half-wet hair, watching Song Heng put the soup pot with clear soup and tomato base on the induction cooker, "it must be good to eat hot pot while watching Xue."

"But there is no electricity outlet on the balcony." Song Heng put the remaining ingredients in a white dish, "If you want to see the snow, you can open the door."

Xin Wan retreated: "Forget it, it's too cold."

In order to prevent Qiuqiu from coming over to pick up the ingredients, Xin Wan turned on the TV for him. Qiuqiu is keen on the exaggerated tone in the TV shopping advertisements, and stares at him solemnly every time.

This hot pot meal was accompanied by noisy and harsh sounds and snowfall. After boiling, hot white steam came out. All the ingredients were poured into the pot, and the soup splashed on the table.When it was almost cooked, Xin Wan suddenly asked, "Do you want to dip the hot pot in sesame sauce?"

Only then did Song Heng remember.

Silent, relatively speechless, the two suddenly laughed together, Xin Wan was inexplicably amused, and nodded: "I will definitely not forget next time."

So he used vinegar, and Xin Wan was happy to be able to eat face to face with Song Heng, and he could also eat dry steamed bread and tofu soup.Drinks at room temperature and some hot dishes went into his stomach, and Xin Wan realized that he had bought too much. He kept looking up at Song Heng and slowed down.

After touching Song Heng's mist, it also touched his lips, and Xin Wan's throat was dry.

He wanted to kiss Song Heng.

"Shall we watch a movie tonight?" Xin Wan heard herself saying, "I'm full."

Don't refuse, absolutely—no matter what movie he is watching, he thinks the surrounding environment is black and will not do bad things.

"Okay." Song Heng responded simply, put down his chopsticks, and put the untouched ingredients into the refrigerator.

"Then I'll go back to the bedroom and change some clothes. This one is too hot." Xin Wan pushed the chair and stood up, "Brother, go pick out the disc first."

Xin Wan changed into long sleeves, and the gray trousers were taken by hand.The bottle of plum wine and snowflakes hidden in the cabinet showed up.How to drink to get drunk quickly?In fact, Xin Wan didn't know the feeling of being drunk, but only knew that it was dizziness, headache, and unbridled capital.

He needed alcohol to numb his nerves as much as possible, to do something brave-even though it didn't sound brave.

Xin Wan drank very quickly, and then frowned at the bitterness. She felt that the speed was too slow, so she poured snow beer into the plum wine, and felt bored.But it didn't achieve the effect he expected. Instead, he shivered from the cold. After waiting for a while, he didn't feel drunk at all. He was sober enough to do a set of test papers.

Xin Wan stuffed the wine bottle back in frustration, and when he stood up on the ground, he saw white snow flying outside the French window, the wine was as warm as liquid, but everything was clean.

The author says:

Tomorrow is a day off, and the day after tomorrow will continue.The update time is generally 08:30 in the evening.