Years are warm

The weather this year is much colder than last year, the north wind is whistling, and there is a thin layer of mist on the windows every morning.Those who are not afraid of the cold always reach out to scratch the glass while the fog has not dissipated.

When it was cold, Xie Zhiyao habitually wrapped herself in a rice dumpling and lay down on the seat, pretending to be dead. She was cold, and no matter how many hands she wore, she would still be cold.When Xu Huaian came back from the office in the Deyu Building, he brought hot water for her along the way, but when he saw the hibernating person on the seat, he couldn't help but curl his lower lip.

"Get up, it's time for class."

There was a cup sleeve on the outside of the glass bottle, and when the cold fingertips touched it, people subconsciously shivered and sighed.Xie Zhiyao held the water glass, half-closed his eyes and muttered something.

"Anyway, self-study."

Li Siyuan next to her raised her head from a pile of papers and said sadly, "Sister, have you finished your homework?"

At this time of the first year of high school, they were still interested in looking forward to the New Year's Day party, but after that year, the atmosphere faded.The final exam is just around the corner, and the amount of homework has doubled compared to usual. The science students are lamenting that their brain cells will be burned out. I'm going to write it off.

However, the Wenyuan building is not far from the auditorium, and you can even faintly hear the music there during the class break, as if there are claws scratching people's hearts from time to time.Once the mind is scattered, the efficiency will naturally drop.

These so-called academic masters are not exempt, although they will not be disturbed, but the homework is there. Every night after the lights are turned off, they will light up the night battle with the other two people in the dormitory.

This year's Chinese New Year is early, and everything has been pushed forward, including Xu Huai'an's preparation for a semester competition.

The location is in Haicheng, and the exam is less than a week away from the Chinese New Year.

Xie Zhiyao took the time to ask while drying the clothes at night, "Are you going back to Shenning after the exam?"

"Probably not going back." Xu Huaian shook his head, "Go directly to Huaichuan from Haicheng."

During the Spring Festival travel season, I was afraid of traffic jams. In addition to the weather this year, it is estimated that it is still snowing there and the roads are not easy to drive. It is really not worthwhile to go back to Shenning.

Xie Zhiyao nodded understandingly, she put down the clothes rail, and gave her a bear hug with open arms.

"Ah... I haven't seen you for a long time." She buried her face in the collar of the girl's coat, and the tip of her nose touched the collar of the sweater, feeling warm.

The sound insulation of the balcony is not very good. Li Siyuan inside passed by and rolled her eyes at them when she heard this sentence.

"Winter vacation is less than a month away, you two think life and death are farewell?"

The glass door was a bit cold, Xu Huai'an supported her by the shoulder, and smiled softly.

"You can make a video." She pursed her lower lip, "And I heard that the snow in Huaichuan this year is quite beautiful."

"If you have time, I'll take a picture for you."

In fact, she didn't need to take pictures. It was a rare heavy snowfall in Shenning on the 28th.The day before, we could still see withered yellow branches and fallen leaves on the street, but after the wind blew all night, when we opened the window, we could only see silver clothes everywhere.The traffic flow that was anxious to return home slowed down and moved slowly on the viaduct in the city.

Xie Zhiyao helped carry the salute downstairs and put it in the trunk of the car, and couldn't resist reaching out to grab the falling snow on the steps.

Xia Lan saw it from behind, and called her back repeatedly: "Hey, this child, be careful not to freeze your hands!"

They will not be in Shenning for Chinese New Year this year, but will go back to their hometown, a small town called Donglin in the province.

In the past, the whole family spent the New Year's Eve here, and only drove back to see grandpa on the first day of the new year. It's close to the province, even if there's a traffic jam, it's not a big deal.The old man has been stubborn all his life. He doesn't know why he doesn't want them to go back for the New Year after grandma left. He just guards the old house alone.

If Xie Yuanhong hadn't come here this year for a minor operation due to physical reasons, and was given an excuse to go back together, he would probably spend New Year's Eve alone.

Xie Zhiyao also asked Xie Yuanhong why his grandfather always had this temper, but Xie Yuanhong just sighed and stroked her hair, shaking his head and saying don't ask this question in the future, especially in front of grandpa.

After a long time, no matter how vigorous the curiosity is.

On New Year's Eve, Xie Zhiyao was called up early in the morning.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and muttered in a low voice, "Why did you call me so early in the Chinese New Year..."

Xia Lan rubbed her messy hair, and said with a smile: "I'm sober, my little confused, your father and your grandfather and I are going out for a while, and we may not come back until the afternoon. You put up the Spring Festival couplets at home, and the breakfast is in the pot , Eat before going to sleep."

"Mom... I'm alone, you are not afraid of sticking the Spring Festival couplets crookedly?" The iron door was opened, and the cold wind poured in. Xie Zhiyao shivered and regained consciousness, "Where are you going?"

"Well... something, don't ask too much." Xia Lan urged her to wash up while changing her shoes, "Be good at home."

"I see—" Xie Zhiyao dragged his voice back to her. She yawned and was about to turn back to wash her face when she saw the old man coming out of the innermost room. Before leaving, she glanced at him twice. door lock.

Grandpa never let her in that room. She was naughty when she was a child, and she tried to get in while people were not looking, but the door was locked, and people didn't go in. Instead, she was caught.

It was also that time that grandma didn't stop grandpa from teaching herself, but just looked at the door in a daze.

Since then, Xie Zhiyao never thought about how to get in.It's not like she hasn't asked Xie Yuanhong or Xia Lan what's going on in that room, and why she doesn't let herself in, but every time, the two of them are just silent.

Over time, every time she came back, she would not go there.

In this moment of daze, the old man glanced at her and asked, "Have you finished your homework?"

"...the geography is still missing." Xie Zhiyao came back to his senses, and stood uprightly, "I will write later."

"Well, try not to stay for too long." Grandpa nodded and instructed, "If you sit for a long time, remember to get up and take a few steps to look outside, so as not to damage your eyes."

"okay, I get it."

The iron door slammed shut, and the footsteps gradually moved away.

Xie Zhiyao yawned, went to wash up and ate the leftover breakfast, and planned to go back to the room to finish writing the leftover paper from last night.

There was nothing to do in the morning, so she took out her mobile phone and sent Xu Huaian a message.

It took half an hour to get back to her and said that she was posting Spring Festival couplets, followed by a snow scene in the yard.

Magnolia magnolia is evergreen all the year round, taking advantage of the white snow in the courtyard, it has a different flavor than summer.

Xie Zhiyao rolled his eyes and made a phone call.

Maybe because Xu Huaian was holding a mobile phone when he saw the message, Xu Huaian answered it quickly. The girl's clear voice rang in his ears from a distance of more than 1000 kilometers, which made people feel nostalgic.

"Good morning, Huai Xiao'an." Xie Zhiyao put down his pen, and the wind outside the house patted on his face through the open window, the coolness mixed with the fresh breath.

Xu Huai'an's side was a bit noisy, with one or two awkward local accents mixed in.She took two steps out of the yard with her mobile phone to avoid the noisy crowd, and then replied, "Morning, but why did you get up so early today?"

Xie Zhiyao yawned and told about his experience of being dragged out of bed early in the morning, and he still complained "tearfully": "It's a nightmare to wake up early in the morning in winter!"

There was a chuckle over there, "I didn't see you say that in school."

"Classes are different from vacations." She hummed twice, listening to the seemingly absent dialect in the background over there, and asked, "Are there many people over there today?"

"Well, there are a lot of relatives this year." Xu Huai'an buried his chin in the scarf, looked into the yard twice, and said honestly, "It's a bit annoying."

She is still not good at dealing with this kind of interpersonal relationship, and she is the one who keeps silent more often.

"Then let's not talk about it." Xie Zhiyao played with the hanging decoration of the sweater, "I'll chat with you."

Xu Huai'an smiled, and was about to speak back to her when he heard several calls from the yard.

Xie Zhiyao naturally also heard the voice, and asked her: "I called you back?"

"Hmm..." Xu Huai'an sighed, pursing his lower lip in a bit of hesitation.

"Okay, then you go back, I have to post Spring Festival couplets too." Xie Zhiyao knew that she didn't want to hang up the phone but it was not good to attract attention at this time, she smiled and comforted her, said goodbye and hung up first phone.

Xie Yuanhong marked the seat at the door the day before, so she didn't have to worry about sticking it crookedly, and it didn't take much to add a few rooms to the front door.

Xie Zhiyao jumped down from the chair, threw away the trash, clapped his hands and was about to go back to the room, but for some reason, he glanced at the room at the end.Seeing this, she was startled for a moment, blinked twice and unconsciously took two steps to that side to make sure that she was not mistaken.

It is indeed not an illusion.

It may be that the old man was negligent when he went out in a hurry. This time, the room was not locked.

Xie Zhiyao stood at the door, as if hesitating whether to push the door open.She has always known that her family may have something to hide from her, maybe it is something from the previous generation, or maybe it is something else, so she has never opened this door, nor is she allowed to open it.

And now that it was in front of her, she had a chance to know the secret.

How about... just take a look?Xie Zhiyao bit his lower lip, took a deep breath and held the doorknob.

The wooden door was slowly pushed open with a creaking sound, which seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet room.

Xie Zhiyao's throat moved, and he walked in.

It may be because the old man hasn't come back for half a year, and there is still no time to clean up the dust in the house.She covered her nose and looked around.This seemed to be an ordinary room, with an old single bed covered with period embroidered sheets, a somewhat messy desk, a wardrobe, and nothing else.

But... this is not the old man's room, and that table... why do these things look like they were deliberately placed in the same way?

Xie Zhiyao couldn't hold back and took two steps inside.

On that table, she saw a small picture frame half hidden on the bookshelf.

She thought for a few seconds, then carefully reached out and took it down.

The edges of the white background of the photo in the photo frame are yellowed, and it looks very old, but it is probably because it is often taken out and wiped, and the photo frame is not dusty like other things in the room.

Xie Zhiyao straightened the photo, and was stunned after seeing the person in the photo clearly.

This photo is not complete, there is a crack in the middle that has been obviously torn, the half of it disappeared without a trace, and the remaining half...is a woman.

The woman was wearing a shirt dress, her long curly hair was draped over her shoulders, and she had a beautiful and gentle smile. She was holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand, and behind her was a half-length statue of a sculpture.

The image of the old camera is not clear, and only a small half of the sculpture is taken, so there is no way to see the specific location.

Xie Zhiyao blinked slowly twice, feeling that the woman in the photo looked familiar.

Is... who does it look like?

Holding the photo, she turned around and looked at the back, and saw a line of incomplete small characters behind the wooden photo frame, which was a person's name.

The font was vigorous and powerful, and she recognized that it was the old man's handwriting.

It's a pity that before she could figure out why, there was a sound of footsteps and an old man's voice outside the door.

Xie Zhiyao shuddered, she put down the photo in her hand, quickly ran back to her room and closed the door after the things that had been moved were quickly left untouched.

She opened the draft pad next to the writing topic, picked up a pen and wrote down the name she saw just now.

Xie Tingning.

The same surname is still written by the old man himself, so it is unlikely that it has nothing to do with it.Xie Zhiyao tried to search around in his mind.Have you heard this name anywhere?really not?

"Yaoyao, come out and help make dumplings." Xia Lan called out in the living room.

Xie Zhiyao closed the notebook, threw the pen and paper hastily, and replied, "Here we come!"

There was a program on the TV in the living room, and the old man was wearing reading glasses, probably because of the Chinese New Year, and his usually serious face seemed to have softened a lot.

Xie Yuanhong was rolling the noodles, and Xia Lan was adjusting the stuffing on the side. When she saw her come out, she beckoned her to come over quickly.

"It smells so good!" Xie Zhiyao sniffed it closer, and boasted with squinted eyes, "Mom's craftsmanship has improved again!"

Xie Yuanhong heard it from the side, raised his flour-soaked hand and scratched his daughter's face, "Don't be sweet, hurry up and get to work."

The old man on the sofa glanced at them and continued watching TV.

Xie Zhiyao stuck out his tongue, rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands to help make dumplings.

There is a cabinet on the corridor leading to the kitchen. There is a family portrait on it, which was taken when grandma was still there, and it has been placed until now.

Xie Zhiyao raised his eyes inadvertently, and his gaze passed over there.

As the water washed over her fingertips, the photo suddenly appeared in her mind. In the photo, the woman's face seemed to be gradually overlapping with something.

and many more……

The temperature of her fingertips was cold, and she let the water flow, and her whole body shivered.

Yes...that's right!

The woman in the photo has a pair of eyes carved out of the mold of her deceased grandma.

Who is she?

The author has something to say:

who is she?Is a person who runs through the middle and late stages (laughs)

Probably the biggest foreshadowing of this article, but it is not difficult to guess, look at my sincere eyes jpg