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Then I forgot to wipe it.With the passage of time, the handwriting has become blurred, and his handwriting itself is difficult to read. Until now, there are only a few who can understand it.There wasn't much dust on the table, so it didn't take much effort to wipe it off. In addition, his words were hidden in the shadow of the sword, and he never noticed it when he cleaned it normally.

He carefully identified it by the light, and thanks to the fact that the word was written by him, it would be even more difficult for someone else to recognize it.

"Winter...Looking at summer grass?" Shen Mujin read these four words in her mouth, and the more she read, the more strange she felt.

Have this medicine?Isn't it Cordyceps sinensis?

He had doubts about the words he wrote, and looked carefully again: "Dong... Wang... Xia... Grass, that's right, wait, why is this 'Wang' so strange?"

He stared at the word for a long time, and finally realized: "It turned out to be a word for worm."

The table was made by Shen's father with the leftover decoration materials. The original board had no patterns, and Shen's father felt that it was too monotonous, so he learned to draw some patterns by himself.His painting skills are not very good, even a little horrible. A beautiful table, which was obviously good, was painted by him with criss-cross strokes, as if someone had drafted it, and it was twice as ugly.Because of the table, he also added a few strokes to the already unrecognizable strokes of the word "worm", and "changed its face" completely, changing the character.

but……

"Wildwort. That's how Xiaozhu's WeChat nickname came about." He seemed to have discovered a new world, and when he thought that his younger brother's WeChat nickname was because of him, he was so happy that he couldn't sleep all night.

Because of this discovery, he was in joy throughout the new year.

35. New friends

◎"Actually... who do you think I am?"◎

The new year is over, and after a cycle of four seasons, another year of winter arrives.

The snow came very late this year.It rained one after another with ice slag, but the crystal white jade leaves never fell.It's almost the end of the year, and seeing that everyone has given up hope, it suddenly fell at the beginning of the new year, flying down in clusters, changing everything overnight.

In the early morning, the ground was already a thick layer, and when I stepped down, it was already below my ankles.The children hung around the window eagerly, waiting for the snow to stop making snowmen.But the angels obviously didn't hear the inner cries of the children, and they still sprinkled the little white flowers tirelessly, admiring the pure white color of the sky and the earth.

"Xiao Zhu, where are you going in such a cold day?"

Gu Fengzhu stretched his neck, exposed his face shrunk into the scarf, raised his head and replied, "Go see your friends."

His voice was not too loud, and because of the distance, he was blown by the cold wind, and there was nothing left when he floated upstairs.The other party tried to poke his head out, and listened carefully for a while, but he still couldn't hear clearly, so he had to support his body and shouted down: "It seems that the snow will not stop for a while, you go and come back early, lest the snow will block the road later." Stay, can't come back."

Gu Fengzhu raised his hand and gestured "OK", this is a new gesture he learned from him.Fortunately, the people upstairs had excellent eyesight, so they saw clearly and waved at him.

Gu Fengzhu also waved his hands and waited for someone to enter before closing his hands. He retracted his neck that had been blown cold by the wind, held the insulated box tightly in his hand, and set off.

My friend's house is in the suburbs, far away from Gu Fengzhu's residence, and after a few bus transfers, I have to walk for a while, and I can only see it after crossing the bridge.

Because of the snow, the car was driving slowly for safety reasons, and there were many traffic accidents on snowy roads, and the traffic jams lasted for a long time. The distance that can usually be reached before noon was abruptly dragged into the afternoon.

After finally getting out of the car, the snow on the ground was already thick, almost reaching the calf.Gu Fengzhu held up his umbrella and walked forward on the thick snow, step by step, and it took about twenty minutes to reach the bridge.

At the end of the bridge is a row of small houses, and the two-story small western-style building full of dead branches is the destination of this trip.Those dead branches buried in snow and unable to see their original appearance are the roses that have passed the blooming season.Red, pink, yellow, and white, blooming from early summer to late autumn, used to be the most beautiful scenery in this world.

Walking to the door, holding an umbrella in one hand and ringing the bell in the other hand, and then waited quietly.When the master came to open the door, a playful snowflake galloped cheerfully from the air in the north wind, rolled and fluttered into the world under the umbrella, and settled down on the slightly curled eyelashes.

Gu Fengzhu blinked, a bit of whiteness slipped from the eyelashes, crawled down the bridge of the nose, and finally stopped the car on the tip of the upturned nose.He sniffed his nose, reached out and touched the tip of his nose, but found nothing, but brought a few drops of water with his movements.He gathered his five fingers together and rubbed the wetness, then reached out to catch the snowflake.One piece, two pieces, slowly melted in the hands one by one, and in the end only received half a handful of snow water and a few sporadic unmelted snowflakes.

"Squeak-"

The frozen iron door was pushed open against the thick snow, and the wooden door of the house was ajar, and the people inside waved to him across the yard.

"Come in, it's windy outside."

Gu Fengzhu wrapped his coat tightly, crossed the courtyard buried by snow and there was no gravel path, and quickly flashed into the house.

The heater was on in the room, and it was very warm.

"Warm your hands first. I boiled water and brought it to soak your feet."

A hot water bottle was stuffed into his hand, and he disappeared without a trace.

Gu Fengzhu shook off the falling snow on his shoulders, took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack, and then put on the cotton mop that the other party had already prepared.

"Hurry up and soak your feet, I'll bring you ginger soup."

He came like the wind with water in his hand, and left like the wind.

Gu Fengzhu walked behind him to the kitchen with his shoes on, and poured the chicken soup he had carried all the way into the rice cooker to heat up.

"You don't need to come, I can't starve myself, it's snowing heavily, it's dangerous to come here." Qiu Sanyue brought the ginger soup to the coffee table and said to him.

"This is an old hen brought by Uncle Jiang from his hometown. It is authentically raised in the soil. I will give you one as a gift. It happened to be snowing heavily, so I didn't expect it." Going to bed, I was so comfortable that I wanted to sleep, "It happened that the heavy snow didn't go out, so I stayed at home and drank chicken soup."

Qiu Sanyue smiled, looked at the time, and asked him, "Are you going back tonight?"

He glanced at the sky outside the window, and continued: "It's so late, it's going to be dark when we go back, it's not safe, just sleep with me overnight?"

Gu Fengzhu nodded: "At first, I didn't plan to go back today. I didn't want to hang out with you when I came here. I always feel that there is something missing."

Qiu Sanyue smiled happily, got up and said, "Okay then, I'll prepare the dishes first, and if you're tired, go lie down for a while, the room has been tidied up."

Gu Fengzhu nodded, watched him into the kitchen, opened the chat software, and there was still no new news in the column of "Little Frog".

It has been more than a year since they left home, and their chat history has remained at a year ago, and no one has been updated. It seems that the two of them have forgotten each other, and the tacit choice has sunk in the circle of friends.Not to be remembered, but also willing to disappear.

The screen of the mobile phone went off due to not being touched for a long time.Gu Fengzhu irritatedly rubbed his hair, wiped his feet and poured water.

The door of the kitchen was ajar, and the man inside was busy cutting vegetables and cooking. The busy figure in an apron was gentle and virtuous.Gu Fengzhu leaned against the door, looking at his back, as if looking at another person through him.

"What's the matter?" Qiu Sanyue noticed him, came over and rubbed his head, and said with a smile after bringing him back to his senses, "The vegetables are cut, just waiting for you to show off your skills."

"Ah."

Gu Fengzhu set up a pot to heat oil, and Qiu Sanyue leaned against the door, staring at his face, thinking about something in a trance.

"Actually... who do you think I am?" He stared at the dancing flames and said casually.

"Some habitual movements, and inexplicable closeness...you can see it."

He is not stupid, nor is he narcissistic. He is very clear about whether the habitual head-touching and endless worry, as well as the occasional loving eyes when he looks over, are for him or another person.

Qiu Sanyue's eyes moved, she didn't answer his question, but asked the question back: "Don't you too, think of me as him."

The old friend whom he envied and blessed.

Qiu Sanyue half-closed her eyelids, and said in a heart-to-heart chat: "I am very similar to him, aren't we? Apart from the appearance, the personality, temperament and feeling are very similar to him. Friends around me always say that we are like brothers." .”

He paused, then shook his head in denial: "No, there is still a difference. He is more sunny than me."

"After all, he is the one standing under the light, and I am standing under the shade of the tree closest to the light. I can blend in, but I can't move the withered roots."

He turned his head to look at the black cat sleeping on the sofa, and said helplessly, "I really... envy him."

Gu Fengzhu followed his line of sight and saw the black lump.

He still remembers the first time they met, the other party's peripheral vision has been paying attention to the little black ball hiding in the corner playing with the ball of yarn.At that time, he thought that the other party saw it as cute and liked it in his heart.After getting in touch with him for a long time, he gradually realized that he cared more about this cat than his old friend of more than ten years. At that time, he knew that this cat was different to him.

Sometimes he would think that if it wasn't for this cat, they might never have met in this life.Later he noticed that not only for cats, but also for himself, he was also special, which was different from ordinary people.He often looks at himself in a daze, as if he is missing or missing someone through himself.

Hei Tuanzi, who had slept all afternoon, woke up leisurely, opened his misty eyes, and walked lazily towards this side on catwalks, clinging to Qiu Sanyue's trousers, meowing and wanting to climb up, clinging to him more than clinging to Gu Fengzhu This master is ruthless.

Qiu Sanyue smiled and bent down to pick it up, put it on her shoulders, and let it move around.

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