At 11:30 in the night, no guests came to the hotel, and everyone got off work. Yang Xiao checked the drawers again and made sure that they were all locked. Only then did I put on my coat, carried my backpack and went out. This year's snow seems to be nostalgic for the earth. Several days have passed, but it still doesn't seem to stop.
Yang Xiao looked at the sky, took out the umbrella from the backpack, and was about to step out, Mu Feng also walked out, smiled at her, and strode closer to the snow. She smiled back, turned and walked in the other direction.
Just a few steps away, her footsteps stopped. Huo Xiaofang stood under the street lamp, looking at her with bright eyes, and the cigarettes in his hands were scattered with wisps of smoke. The man under the light, with a bit of vicissitudes, is probably because he is too busy these days and sleeps too little. A lot of stubble also appeared, and his hair was a little messy. Yang Xiao was stunned for a second, then looked at him with a crooked eye, and the two looked at each other across the street and smiled. The icy snow also became cute at this moment.
The second he saw her smiling, his heart twitched.
Huo Xiaofang held the umbrella, and the light reflected the shadow of the two walking side by side. If it is cold, the two people are walking side by side at this moment, and they don't seem to feel how cold it is. Huo Xiaofang didn't know why. Originally, he was annoyed by Zhou Chunmei's non-answer and uncooperative attitude, but seeing her figure walking behind her, his heart became quiet a lot.
The two walked quietly for a long time, Yang Xiao turned his head, Huo Xiaofang also turned his head, both eyes met, and both laughed. Yang Xiao felt a warm feeling in his heart, and the smile on his face naturally brought two points of shame.
Huo Xiaofang manually moved in his pocket, and Yang Xiao lowered his head slightly.
"You get off work too late," he said.
Yang Xiao: "Well, it is indeed a little late, but work is fairly easy." She answered him with a smile.
Huo Xiaofang also smiled: "I will pick you up in the future."
Yang Xiao stopped for a moment and looked at him with crooked eyes: "Okay!" The voice was a little small, but Huo Xiaofang could hear him clearly. Huo Xiaofang looked into her eyes, his heart felt as if he was knocked lightly by something soft. Her appearance gradually overlapped with the one in her mind.
There are fewer pedestrians in the snowy days, and the night streets in the snowy days are even more remote. But on the weather when people are not willing to go out, there is a figure on Longxi Road, holding a box in his hand. When passing by the garbage dump, the man opened the box and looked at it, as if he was checking whether there was anything in it that he didn't want to throw away.
After looking at it twice, he put the box on the top cover of the trash can, turned around to close the hat on his head, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and disappeared in the wind and snow.
After watching Yang Xiao fall asleep, Huo Xiao just went to the upper bunk. After a day of rushing, the fatigue of his body swept through the moment he touched the bed, and soon he fell asleep.
Yang Xiao listened to his steady breathing, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and slowly fell asleep.
Looking at her with teary eyes in the dream, Yang Xiao wanted to see her face clearly, but couldn't see clearly.
It was dark in the sky, and an old man appeared in the trash cans on various road sections carrying a snakeskin bag. The bottles he found were placed on the ground and squashed with one foot before putting them into the bag. When he opened a foam box, his legs softened and sat on the ground, and it took several seconds before he shouted, "There is a dead person!" There are dead people! 'The people around, slowly moved closer, and took a look at it boldly. A group of people shouted and backed away in horror.
Before the door to the third round was opened, the phone kept ringing.
(End of this chapter)