Seeing Xicheng enter the password to open the door, he followed him with his luggage.
"I'll help you carry your luggage in!"
As if afraid of Xicheng's rejection, the driver drove quickly and quickly passed him. Xicheng walked slowly behind him, walking through the snow to the steps, where the driver put the luggage under the porch.
"I'll help you sweep away the snow and send a servant over to help you make some food."
"No need." Xicheng turned around and looked around, "I like snow."
The driver pursed his lips and hesitated to speak.
"Okay, go back early. I'll call you if you need anything."
Seeing that he didn't want to talk more, the driver nodded, turned around, walked down the steps, walked out of the mansion, and drove away.
Enter the password to open the door and carry the luggage into the living room.
Because no one has lived there for a long time, the heating and fresh air systems in the room have been turned off. He decided to come over temporarily without asking anyone to turn them on in advance. The room seemed very deserted.
Turning on the temperature control switch, Xicheng did not go upstairs. Instead, he turned back outside and walked towards the lake through the white snow.
This winter, the temperature in City A is lower than in previous years. As the New Year is approaching, it snows again. The mountains and fields around the lake are covered with a layer of white snow. The lake is also covered with ice and a layer of snow. If you don’t identify it carefully, The boundaries of the lake are barely discernible.
I remember when he was a child, he always loved to go skating with his sister. Her sister liked the indoor skating rink, but he always liked to skate on the wild ice...
I walked to the pier, brushed the snow off the rocks with my hands, and sat down low.
After staring at the snow in the distance for a while, he raised his palms and rubbed them in the air. Xicheng took out a cigarette from his pocket, took one out of the cigarette case, thought about it, put it between his lips, and lit it. .
In the past, he did not smoke, firstly to protect his throat, and secondly because he had no interest in it.
After his sister passed away, he packed up her belongings and took out a few cartons of cigarettes. It was because of those cartons that he tried smoking for the first time.
In the past two years, I can't be considered addicted to cigarettes. When I am in a bad mood, I will smoke one.
The sky gradually darkened, covering the entire snow lake and the man's figure, leaving only the cigarette butt, flickering in and out.
Exhaling the last cloud of smoke into the cold air, Xicheng stood up from the stone and turned towards the direction of the villa.
In the snowy night, only a light in the living room of the villa was on.
The cold wind passed over his face, like a knife cutting through him, and the man quickened his pace across the yard.
bell-
The doorbell suddenly came from the direction of the door.
bell-
The doorbell rang again, this time, very clearly, proving that it was not an auditory hallucination.
Xicheng turned his face and looked in the direction of the door.
It was getting late, and it was hard to see who it was through a bush.
It's so late, who could it be
Did the driver really have to send a servant over to take care of him
Xicheng raised his eyebrows and turned towards the door.
After walking around the bushes, you can already see the gate. There is no trace of the car, but you can vaguely see a dark figure, which seems to be someone squatting at the door.
He quickened his pace, and the black shadow became clearer and clearer.
It's not a person, it seems to be a package, a bulging mass.
He raised his face and looked around, but saw no trace of anyone else. His eyes swept across the unknown mass. Xicheng stopped in confusion. When he was wondering, the package suddenly moved.
Then, the blanket on top parted little by little, and Xicheng squinted his eyes to look over.
sky!
What did he see!