let loose

In the early morning of the first day of the new year, snow fluttered in the sky.

The snow was still falling until the next day, and it was even bigger in the morning. If you reach out to catch it, it will soon fill your palm, and the thin and dense snow-colored lines will envelop this modern metropolis in haze.

In winter in Shanghai, it doesn’t snow very often, and sometimes it’s so small that even a snowman can’t be piled up in a ball.

The sudden heavy snowfall last night spoiled the citizens. Local forums, post bars, Weibo and other social software are full of snow scenes posted by netizens in a fancy way.

Song Mian didn't get up until twelve o'clock at noon, and when she woke up, she was shocked by the white snow outside the window.

His room is facing the small square in the villa area that is [-] meters away, and there are old men and women wrapped in thick cotton jackets walking leisurely there.Looking from the room, the treetops of houses and the lawn beside the road are covered with a deep layer of white.

After washing in a daze, Song Mian went downstairs to eat lunch. During the meal, the black brick in the sweater pocket rang twice. It was a text message from Jiang Zhou.Last night Jiang Zhou hesitated for a moment but agreed to accompany Song Mian to the park.It's just that he didn't tell Song Mian about the possible shock.

[ThePrince: The temperature is low today, remember to wear a scarf and mask when you go out. ]

[ThePrince: In the afternoon, I will go to the Political and Religious Office to hand in the materials, it may be later, you go first, don't wait for me. ]

Song Mian raised the corner of her mouth, pressed the key and typed a good reply.He is now proficient in typing with the keys of the function machine, unlike when he first used it, he couldn't type a few words for a long time.

After chatting with Jiang Zhou for a while, Song Mian packed the bowls into the kitchen and went upstairs again.After touching the phone to unlock it, in the WeChat notification bar, the red dots in the Hulu Xiaojingang group chat have changed into ellipses.

The Gourd Little King Kong group was marked with the usual 99+ early in the morning. The topics ranged from the rare heavy snow in Shanghai for several years to the night face base, and then talked about the ever-changing weather, and finally gradually returned to the heavy snow.

The agreed face-to-face time is [-]:[-] p.m., and we will meet at Xingli Plaza on Gongyuan Road East Street.Song Mian had already checked the route last night. It only takes two stops to get to Xingli Plaza by subway from the villa area.

Song Mian obediently put on her scarf and mask and went out the door.The scarf was bought by Shu Yan. The female star has a good eye for fashion. The pure wool black simple hollow knitting has thin and orderly lines.

He didn't wear a mask, he just hung the ear loops on his ears, and walked with the mask on his chin for a while.

Then he quickly put it on.It snowed and the wind was strong, and when we arrived at the subway entrance, there was a gust of cold wind that froze the bones.

He quickly picked up the sweater hat to cover his head, and the mask covered it to a millimeter below the eyes. The earphones in his ears turned on the maximum volume, listening to the voice of the navigation and entering the station.

The subway runs at high speed in the dark tunnel, and it takes seven or eight minutes to arrive at the station after two stops.I squeezed into the crowd and got out of the car. After listening to the navigation, I went out from Exit 8 of the subway station to Xingli Plaza.

Zheng Qiran swiped the screen in the group to say that he had arrived, and posted seven or eight photos of the scene to prove it.

I took the elevator to B1 slowly, then turned around and took another trip.Unable to bear the frequency of the phone ringing three times a second, Song Mian clicked her tongue and immediately turned on the mute for all staff.

Zheng Qiran's message was sent in the next second, very aggrieved:

[A big river with wide waves: Brother Song, are you in the wrong group?Didn't anything strange get in the group?What are you banning? ]

A rushing passerby kicked past him, and Song Mian was pushed aside by that man's huge backpack, and hit the elevator handrail with his waist. He hissed in pain, and his voice was muffled in the mask: "Fuck."

[A big river with wide waves: Brother Song, why don’t you speak, where have you been?Shouldn't you be leaving yet? ]

[A big river with wide waves: Brother, it’s almost six o’clock, okay, the sixth and fourth children have just arrived! ]

Tsk, Song Mian frowned:

[Sleep: Shut up! ]

……

Park Road is close to People's Square, at the boundary of the city center.

It used to be a fairly lively pedestrian street, but later it developed into a business district, with large and small shopping malls springing up, and the snack street all the way to the end of the block east road, and the passenger flow gradually increased.

It gets dark early in winter, and the sky sinks just after six o'clock.The storefronts in the market were all lit up, and the buildings in the distance flashed colorful neon lights, intertwined with light, light and shadow.The horns of passing vehicles fluctuate in the downtown area, and the sound does not change when the car is changed, and it does not stop for a long time.

The snow was still falling, and a few sanitation workers on the street were wrapped in thick cotton coats and shoveled away the snow accumulated on the ground with a big shovel.

Because it is New Year's Day, the square is full of people, mostly young people, young lovers holding hands, there are children running and jumping around, and there are also business owners selling goods.

A typical prosperous night market scene.

Song Mian went up two steps, took off half of her mask, and tightened her clothes. Before reaching the third step, she was stopped by a girl wearing a cat headband:

"Handsome guy, can I spare you a little time? Scan the QR code to follow the official account, and you can get a small gift."

It's a cold day, the girl is wearing a cute maid skirt, smiling sweetly.

Song Mian didn't even give the charming little girl a look, she was ruthless, very straight and walked away.

"Hey! You must be Brother Song Mian!"

Song Mian didn't make any effort, just took a few steps, and caught sight of Zheng Qiran, who looked the most idiotic in the crowd.As soon as he approached, he heard a slightly childish male voice calling.

"Huh?" He was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw a boy with a melon face and a watermelon head. His eyes were round and round. He was about 1.6 meters five, and the top of his hair just reached his nose.

All in all, a stench of milk.

"It's me! Brother, I'm Tang Yao!"

The watermelon head said enthusiastically.

Oh, it was the junior high school student in the group, no wonder.Song Mian nodded in response.

"Why do I think you've grown taller again?"

Xia Houxi leaned out from behind Lin Pingping and sized Song Mian from head to toe, "Fuck, you must be 1.8 meters tall, right?"

Song Mian raised her eyebrows and returned a provocative expression, "It's 1.8 meters."

Song Mian and Xia Houxi grew up as children, and they didn't separate until Xia Houxi moved away with his family in the second year of junior high school.When she was very young, Song Mian hated milk and was picky about eating, which made her grow slower than her peers. She was always half a head shorter than Xia Houxi. This time when we met, Song Mian was already as tall as Xia Houxi.

"It's a pity that Xiaoqi didn't come." Zheng Qiran greeted a few people to go upstairs to eat first, and said: "Otherwise our team will be full."

Song Mian was at the end, and when she heard the words, she raised her head and said, "Jiang Zhou will come over later, is the seat booked yet?"

"It's settled," Chu Qing said, "exactly seven seats."