winter light

The bar is always excessively loud.

Rhythmic heavy metal music, collision of liquids and wine bottles, dancing, singing and cheering.

so annoying.

Song Yuanzhu felt that she had made a wrong decision. Although she was good at drinking, she was not used to this excessively noisy scene.

Slender and white fingers stretched out to embrace her.

Well, I can't even drink alcohol now.

"Sister-in-law, what are you doing?" Her voice was tired and dissatisfied.

"What are you talking about, what kind of wine do children drink?"

"I'm already 27, an old man." She pulled the corner of her mouth in a self-deprecating manner.

"Old man? Are you mocking me, huh?" The person sitting across from him was too beautiful, with bright eyebrows and eyes, and wearing a white shirt that didn't fit here.

Not like 28, like 18.

"Aren't you just one year older than me?"

"One year old is old, but even if I'm old, I can't see you messing around like this."

"What the hell am I doing?"

"What do you say?"

Too long silence makes people lose the original intention of coming here.

"I am leaving."

"The legs are on your body, I would like to walk, what does it matter to me?"

Still go.

Only a lonely back is left.

It was deserted at home, and Song Yuanzhu suddenly felt that he had been kicked by a donkey for spending so much money on a broken thing.

Live alone, waste of money.

After washing up casually, she lay down on the bed, but she wasn't sleepy yet.

That bit of wine was useless for anything but stimulating her brain.

Close your eyes.

It's all about that person.

Five-year-old X, no, is tired of winter.

He is very small and a bit stupid. He always gets hurt during practice and is bruised and bruised.She would indeed cry at that time, and the tears she shed were not drop by drop, but puddles.

But no one cares.

Indeed, some people laughed at her because she was too delicate.

Song Yuanzhu was very cold at that time, watching indifferently, she didn't understand, the injury she had suffered was more serious and painful, but she couldn't cry.

So she doesn't understand winter-weariness.

I probably thought so at the time,

How squeamish.

Now it hurts a lot, for that little girl who can cry, is flesh and blood, and has aura in her eyes.

So squeamish, but of course isn't it?

The little girl from a rich family who was pampered and raised, suddenly, overnight, she had to learn to endure, learn to bleed, and learn to survive.

Tears are laughed at,

If you bleed, you will be called trash.

Song Yuanzhu's heart was pulled and torn into pieces, it hurt so much.

Drowsy, fell asleep.

The scene in the dream changed.

She saw the 16-year-old X. X was raised in the church since he was a child, so he had letters early, which happened to be 16 years old.

X smiled awkwardly at the camera, and took the first photo, a passport photo.

Then he ran over happily holding the photo and said to himself: "Sister, I have it too."

She was annoying at the time.

She waved her hand perfunctorily: "Got it, and don't call me sister in the future."

The warning eyes are frightening.

She may have been helpless, but she also made a mistake.

"Okay, then A, do you want to see it?"

The irresponsible father happened to be looking for Song Yuanzhu again. Her attention was attracted, and she walked away with long legs. The voice became smaller and smaller, and it drifted into the air.

No one took it seriously.

The photo is back where she should be.

Yes, photos, photos! ! !

Song Yuanzhu woke up suddenly, she remembered, the photo that Yan Dong took for her in the morning, when she was shown, she had exactly the same expression.

All laughed happily.

She also has the same expression.

The same perfunctory and disdainful.

Suddenly wept.

Song Yuanzhu thought,

She has to find that person, whether it's Yan Dong or X, she can't do this anymore.

Otherwise you will die.

"Sister, is that why you called us here?"

"That's it, isn't it?"

Song Yuanzhu sighed, "Of course, but it's too much for you, if you like someone, you can go by yourself,"

"I don't get along with that friend of yours."

"..."

Song Yuanzhu sighed: "If you really like her, you have to be prepared to accept her sister. Look at Nanyu, don't you see that you are afraid, isn't it good now?"

Shang Nanyu, who was suddenly cueed: "...Actually, forbearance for a while can really open up the sea and the sky."

Song Yuanzhu: "You mean you are scared when you see me?"

Shang Nanyu: "Sister, come on, you can have a wife if you are shameless."

"Shang Nanyu!!!" Song Yuanzhu grabbed her ear angrily, "Come out with me, you just teach my sister some unrealistic crap."

Song Yuanzhu was left alone in the room again.

so annoying.

She picked up her bag and went out.

"Hey sister, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to lose face."

Facts have proved that face is not easy to lose.

She called that doctor Su first, and she called at least five times, but it always showed that "the number you dialed is currently on the line."

Song Yuanzhu checked it online.

Oh, the meaning of pulling black.

Then I rang the doorbell, it was good, someone came.

It's just people outside the villa.

"Hey boy, ah, that's not right, little girl, are you looking for someone?" The aunt in her forties was very enthusiastic, "This family went on a trip. They left yesterday. I happened to meet them. Do you need to find them? "

"...?"

Song Yuanzhu didn't know for a while whether he should pay attention to the fact that he was mistaken for his gender or express his dissatisfaction with their travel first.

She thanked her twice casually, then turned around and looked left and right at the car glass.

Doesn't it really look like a man after wearing men's clothing for a long time? ? !

Look left and right, the short ponytail tied up looks like a wolf's tail, the face without makeup is sternly stained by the shadow of swords and swords, but the peach blossom eyes are cold and ruthless.

Help, not like a man, like a scumbag.

She made another call.

"Hey, sister, what's the matter with you?"

"Come here, you and my sister-in-law are the only ones in our family who know how to dress up. You call my sister-in-law and accompany me to buy two clothes and change my hairstyle. It's best, I'll learn how to make up."

"..."

The other end of the phone was obviously stunned, followed by a weak answer: "Yes, sister, you are the hall master, dare I not listen, I will go right away!"

In the end, it was useless, temperament is a thing of nature, Song Yuanzhu sat there and glanced at it casually, as if he was going to kill someone.

Her calves were shaking as the waiter introduced her clothes.

Song Yuanzhu's dear sister Song Shidian patted her on the shoulder and gave a practical suggestion: "I think it will be much better if you dig out the eyeballs."

Song Yuanzhu: "..."

Good sister Song Yuanzhu also chimed in: "It's better to keep your mouth shut, that's even better."

"What are you two trying to do?"

"Help you!"

"Help you!"

This time they both spoke in unison.

"Oh, come on, come on, don't be so half-dead, like your father." Song Shidian comforted her, "He just went out to play, and he didn't have a car accident. He will definitely come back."

"..."

Song Yuanzhu's temper was about to wear off: "Gu, can you do some personnel work?"

"Okay you, wait for someone to come back and ask Yuanzhu to accompany you. Now they say they are deliberately torturing you. If you want me, I have to try it out. After all, you are your own sister. Didn't you almost send Nanyu into the ICU back then? Same reason."

"You mean my dad put your wife in the ICU?"

"...Is your dad a man compared to you?"

Song Shidian patted her head like a rubber ball: "Go, go back first, eat hot pot."

Song Yuanzhu likes to eat hot pot.

After eating the hot pot meal after meal, when Song Yuanzhu squatted down to pick up the last flavor of the hot pot base in the supermarket, she finally felt the belated sense of sadness.

But a pair of hands patted her on the shoulder with the same force that her sister-in-law patted her on the head.

"Yuanzhu, don't buy this, I brought you a hot pot base, it's delicious."

The moment the familiar soft voice sounded, Song Yuanzhu couldn't hold back and cried in his arms, crying so hard that he was heart-piercing.

"I'm tired of winter, my wife, I want to go home, I want to eat hot pot."

"Okay, let's go, I bought you a lot."

Song Yuanzhu couldn't help but nodded.

Then a person who hugged her and thought about her for a long time walked out.

Memo from Song Yuanzhu:

Really delicious.

Cough, I'm talking about hot pot.

The author has something to say:

Apologies to the little angel for the belated ending, oh, the test status is so bad these days.

I tried my best not to be perfunctory.

If the exam goes well, I will make up a small episode tonight.

Mijiu, love you guys.

small theater:

Song Yuanzhu: I'm so ugly, I'm so old [brain ax inferiority complex.jpg]

Song Shidian & Song Yuanzhu: As long as you know [Noble Cat.jpg]

Tired of winter: I don’t think so, it’s pretty, and it won’t grow old [Tutu comfort.jpg]

Everyone: [Cao thief is actually myself.jpg]