Infatuation is the most boring

On the night when Zhou Mingkai returned to the imperial capital, the first heavy snow fell in the imperial capital, which hadn't snowed for several years, and it came down one after another around eight o'clock in the evening.

Zhou Mingkai in the study was busy with work, and I stood on the balcony watching the falling snow.

This is the snow that most resembles Liu Chengxue that I have seen in the years since I came to the Imperial Capital. It is just as chaotic and ferocious.

The snow in the imperial capital is petty, and it is rare to see heavy snow like this, probably once every five or six years.Unlike Liucheng, which starts to snow as soon as winter enters, it will not stop until it turns the world white.

The only plant on the balcony is the cactus I used to raise. It has begun to dry up and is mostly covered by snow. It is estimated that it will not last until next spring.Guess, disappear with me.

Zhou Mingkai didn't come out of the study until after eleven o'clock in the evening. When he went to the balcony, he saw that the buildings under the night had been dyed white.

I looked at the cactus, Zhou Mingkai was leaning against the guardrail to smoke, his breath was very obvious in the freezing temperature, one after another smoke rings drifted into the snow, reminded me of the roller skating rink many years ago, Zhou Mingkai The heart-shaped smoke ring made our group exclaim.

Zhou Mingkai smoked half a pack of cigarettes in a row, not caring about the fact that he had just come out of the hospital, he smoked a lot.

He didn't turn around and enter the house until the cigarette case was empty.

When he was alone, he always had nothing to do. Zhou Mingkai turned on the TV and continued to play the disc that he hadn't taken out last time, which was "Farewell My Concubine".He didn't read it either. After opening it, he went to the study room. He just turned up the volume very loudly, and the whole room was filled with dialogues from the movie.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, Zhou Mingkai took his coat and scarf and went out, and I followed.He walked out of the apartment and went straight to the night market street, which was still very lively at this time, and the rare heavy snow made the people in the imperial capital even more excited.

Zhou Mingkai seldom ate from roadside stalls before, and was always worried about hygiene issues. I like to eat, but he never compromises, he doesn't eat it himself, and he doesn't allow me to eat it.Now, he chose a roadside chaos stall and ordered a bowl of chaos.

There is a big red umbrella next to the booth, which can accommodate three tables, and the most side position will be stained by the snow that drifts in.

Zhou Mingkai's position is relatively inside, next to the booth, the wind is much lower, and the snow can't fall in.

Zhou Mingkai lowered his head and ate the chaos in the bowl in silence, wearing a high-quality brand name was a bit inappropriate for this occasion, and the couple next to him were commenting on him, most of which were irrelevant things.

The CD next to it is playing music, which is an old Cantonese song that the older generation likes. From "Silence is Golden" to "Glorious Years", most of Hong Kong's golden songs in the early years are played, and the last one is "Snowdrift" by Priscilla Chan , very fitting.

This is my mother's favorite song when she was alive. It was often used to urge me to get up, and it has become the background music for many of my memories of her.As soon as the prelude sounded, I basically thought of her face, the dumplings she made, and the Clivia she raised on the balcony.

Later, what I remembered more was the way she was standing on the balcony watering the flowers, she turned around and smiled at me, saying, Jiayang, you are home.

why love is still important

reminiscing years alone

Maybe I won't understand in this life

think of you again

Hug in the fluttering snow

warm your heart

to drive me away from freezing

cold wind wakes me up

It turns out it was a dream with you

Like the fluttering snow and tears

I listened to the song and watched Zhou Mingkai eat half a bowl of Chaos. After finishing eating, I didn't pay and leave immediately, but sat quietly with my eyes fixed on the CD store.It may be some kind of inexplicable tacit understanding, he listened intently, showing a somewhat sad expression.

When Zhou Mingkai got up to leave, the song had been changed to a Cantonese song that I had never heard before. Zhou Mingkai walked towards the apartment without looking back, a lot of snow fell on his hair.

I don't know why, but I suddenly feel relieved, as the song says, the cold wind wakes me up, it turns out that being with you is just a dream.

Since it is a dream, you have to allow it to wake up, after all, people cannot live in a dream all the time.

The cold wind wakes me up, it turns out that being with you is a dream.

After returning to the apartment, Zhou Mingkai patted the snow off his body, threw his coat on the sofa, and went into the bathroom. After taking a shower and changing into pajamas, he came out, took several sleeping pills with the water, and then put The water glass was placed on the table next to the bed, and he covered himself with a quilt and went to sleep.

Probably because of that familiar song, I miss my mom so much now.This is how people are, when they are sad and sad, they will miss their mother. Even if it doesn't help, they can comfort themselves by thinking about the purest love among relatives.

When did everything go off track?

From the next semester of high school, I have already faintly felt that the atmosphere at home has begun to change. I no longer treat each other as intimate people, and everyone hides their own thoughts and secrets.

In fact, many things can be foreseen very early, but people who have been soaking in happiness for a long time are too slow, have a kind of blind self-confidence, and believe that many things are indestructible. In fact, the essence is just a plate of loose sand. It will be lost, grasped too tightly, and driven away faster.

On the second day of the third year of high school, my mother and my father had a fierce quarrel, because my father disappeared for another winter vacation.Yes, during the winter vacation, he didn’t even go home during the Chinese New Year. He just called me on the night of New Year’s Eve, saying that he had gone to the imperial capital to participate in an exhibition by a famous painter.

I don't know what art exhibition doesn't even have time to go home during the Chinese New Year, so I hung up his phone angrily.This is also the first time I have hung up on my dad's phone since I was a child, and I have never been so angry before.

On New Year's Eve, my mother made six kinds of dumplings and waited for my dad to come home, but he didn't come back.In fact, the only person in my family who really likes to eat dumplings is my dad, but I don’t know when, he doesn’t eat at home often.

My mother dumped all the dumplings into the trash can in a fit of anger, completely forgetting that she and I hadn't eaten anything all day.

My dad came back on the second day of school. I went to school, and I was very happy because Zhou Mingkai and I could continue to be at the same table. When I got home, I found that they had quarreled and almost tore the roof off.

In fact, it was my mother's unilateral noise.

My dad is a painter, and he has the so-called strength and demeanor of an artist in his bones. He never bothered to quarrel with women. He just sat in the living room and read a collection of paintings, and he used the skill of ignorance very well.

The most hated thing about quarrels is probably ignoring them.

You were hoarse, but the other party didn't care. You tried your best to express your dissatisfaction and grievances, and used all kinds of unseemly ways to let go of your persistence, but you didn't even get a look from the other party.It can only show that the other party doesn't care and look down on you, because not only are you not in his heart, you are not even in his eyes.

I remember that quarrel ended with my father entering the studio, my mother slamming the door out, and I was alone in the living room cleaning up the cups and chopsticks my mother had smashed, or things like the remote control of the mobile phone.

After tidying up the house, I went out. I wanted to relax, so I walked downstairs to Zhou Mingkai's house without knowing it.His family lived on the second floor, and the window of his room was facing the lawn of the community. I stood on the grass and called him.

Zhou Mingkai didn't hear it, but called his mother out.At that time, Zhou's mother was still very good to me, because I was just my son's classmate.When he saw me, he asked me to come in and sit down. I just asked her to call Zhou Mingkai out for me.

The area between my house and Zhou Mingkai's house has a lot of retro-style buildings, with vermilion attics, wooden corridors, and eaves to shelter from the rain.

The promenade that Zhou Mingkai took me to had a bench with peeling paint, and he put his coat on the bench.