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The snow in Xincheng is always like an alarm clock with a fixed time. The month on the calendar turns back for a while, and the snow falls in a profuse manner.

Liao Muyang didn't like snow days much, his clothes were thick like fried chicken wrapped in more than ten layers of bread crumbs, which made it difficult for him to move around.

Fortunately, his body temperature is high and he has always been resistant to freezing, so a thick sweater and leather jacket are enough.

The heating in the room made him shirtless and wearing only a pair of thin cotton trousers, chewing on the cold beer.

The cold wine was poured into the stomach bit by bit, quenching a little impatience, and completely quenching the little inspiration that had finally burst out.

Liao Muyang dropped the charcoal pen in his hand, his eyes unconsciously drifted towards the floor-to-ceiling windows, and he let out some clicks when he saw the scene that would appear in a few days.

The person next door has just moved in for less than a month, but the movement inside is even colder than that of him alone. If it weren't for the boy who often sat in the yard to suffer from the cold, and the occasional lights in the room, he would have thought The house next door remained empty.

The chair moved backwards made a screeching sound when it hit the floor, and the cold beer in his hand was poured into his stomach. Only then did Liao Muyang get up and sit by the French window, quietly watching the foolish people in the yard. frozen people.

This year's first snowfall was so violent that the road surface was covered with layers of snow within a few hours. The temperature was also dropping continuously. It was already minus five degrees at ten o'clock. It was estimated how many degrees it would drop in the early morning. point.

Counting this time, it was the sixth time Liao Muyang saw him. The child was still wearing a thin white sweater, curled up and sitting under the eaves of the yard to keep out the rain.

A wall away, Liao Muyang could feel the man's chills.

Everything is nothing more than three times, the first two times Liao Muyang just thought he had forgotten the key to the courtyard door and locked himself in the courtyard, but later this man would sit in the courtyard every now and then to be exposed to the cold, with a pitiful appearance that anyone would be surprised to see I feel wrong.

Seeing that the man was about fifteen or sixteen years old, Liao Muyang, an old fritter who graduated from the law department, thought of domestic violence without even thinking about it.

It's a pity that Liao Gekong has the name of a top student in the law department. In fact, he is a prodigal son who joined the tattoo industry halfway without a lawsuit. He doesn't have too much sense of justice towards strangers.

Liao Muyang opened the floor-to-ceiling windows, and waved his bare arms outside, thinking that it's really a bit cold today.

The withdrawn hand quickly warmed up in the indoor heater, dispelling the stiff chill.

Liao Muyang tightened his cross-legged legs, lifted his chin resting on the palm of his hand, his gaze was still eccentrically looking down at the boy who was hugging him tighter and tighter, and the moment of raising a big hair popped out of his mind. scene.

Da Mao is a husky raised by Liao Muyang, that is, a puppy caught from the snow in the winter two years ago.

Liao Muyang looked at the puppies who were whining softly among the garbage and snow, hesitated for a long time like today, and even squatted by the garbage dump in the ice and snow for more than ten minutes, but finally went to the nearby canteen I bought a towel, just wrapped the pup up and carried it home.

He just thought that he was full of energy, and the house was empty enough to take in such a little boy who could tear down the house.

The scene in front of me now is exactly the same as that at that time, except that the ones suffering from the cold in the snow have changed from puppies to children.

Liao Muyang took the mobile phone at the side, clicked on the weather forecast inside, and quickly glanced at the temperature at night.

After twelve o'clock, it was minus nine degrees, with sleet and rain.

It's not a joke to just wear a sweater and sit outside in the air at this temperature.

The answer she wanted to know has been known, and the phone was ruthlessly thrown back on the bed.

Liao Muyang was still in that cross-legged posture, watching the snow falling harder and harder outside the window, his brows were wrinkled a bit.

Based on the experience of the previous few times, he naturally understood that if the child sat outside for a whole night, it would be absolutely impossible for him to open the door back to the room.

The child looked skinny and almost malnourished. He was really worried that the next day would make news headlines, why the boy lost his home in rainy and snowy weather and froze to death in the snow.

It's not that I'm afraid of anything else, it's just that I'm very nervous about seeing death.

Liao Muyang raised his hands and pulled the freely scattered hair tightly, and finally chose to get up.

His legs, which had been sitting cross-legged for a long time, were accompanied by the itching of non-circulation blood, and the dragging sound of the slippers rubbing against the floor, Liao Muyang opened the door and walked to the first floor.

Standing at the stairs on the first floor, he glanced at the big wilting hairs at his feet, and the angry and funny mood returned from the corner of his lips.

Liao Muyang often wondered whether Da Mao had cast the wrong dog. Normally speaking, it was common for huskies to demolish houses and make trouble. The moment he brought Da Mao back, he was ready.

I don't know that this silly dog ​​is really doing the opposite. He has been lazy since he was a child. He walks on his four legs, half crawls and half drags, and his appetite is surprisingly big. Fei is even lazy.

It also made Liao Muyang feel that there was something wrong with it. In the first few months of raising it, it went to the pet hospital every now and then.

Since then, the life of raising Da Mao has become more and more Buddhist. Other owners are deeply afraid that their husky will die, and Liao Muyang hopes that Da Mao will never come back.

But the result is that the door of the house is wide open, and it can act as a boudoir dog for you.

It's okay to say it's a female, but it's still a strong dog with no problems with male hormones.

Liao Muyang lowered his head to look at the empty dog ​​bowl, clicked his tongue, raised his hand and pushed the sad dog's head aside, and then said bitterly.

"Your father and I have business to do now, and I'll give you a change of food when I come back."

Hearing Liao Muyang's disgusting words, Da Mao raised the dog's head and howled angrily, and after a moment of energy, he put the dog's head back on the overlapping two legs.

Liao Muyang had long been used to Da Mao's habit of recognizing food but disregarding people, so he raised his hand and plucked Da Mao's slick back hair before getting up comfortably.

There were scattered clothes on the back of the sofa, and Liao Muyang was too lazy to pick and choose. He casually picked up a pair of trousers that looked like a morning exercise old man, put on a gray sweater, and just opened the door and walked out without any image. .

The only barrier between the two houses was the wall which was not considered high. Liao Muyang swayed to the warehouse with his slippers on, found a ladder and set it up by the wall, holding the ladder firmly with both hands, he climbed up to the top of the wall. .

This wall is lower than the second floor, and Liao Muyang leaned against the wall to see, but compared to the previous posture, he could see the boys in the yard more clearly.

It is true to say that this close-up observation is more touching, Liao Muyang looked at the boy trembling and the frozen red and green hands through the dim courtyard lights, and felt that the boy was pitiful and tight.

This state of mind is probably the same as seeing a homeless stray cat in a snowy day.

Liao Muyang leaned halfway against the wall and watched it for two to three minutes, then he spoke directly to the boy.

"My child, did you forget to bring your keys? It's raining and snowing tonight. If you can't bear it, come to my house to make do with it for the night."

The steps in Liao Muyang's words were just right. He only felt that the two of them would only stay in friendship for one night at most. Some things would be meaningless and laborious if asked too much. It can do so much.