The next day, the sky was dark and low, and the gray-black clouds were pressed low by water vapor. The north was roaring slightly, and snowflakes seemed ready to fall at any time.
The temperature also dropped suddenly, reaching more than ten degrees below zero.
There are few pedestrians on the road, and occasionally there will be a few people rushing from the community to go to work, squeeze in the car, or go to school. Only a few people have no food stored at home, so they have to run out to buy some vegetables, rice and noodles to go back.
Shen Feifei yawned, put on his thick down jacket, and carefully looked at the situation on the other side by the window, before going downstairs to have breakfast.
In the breakfast bar downstairs, Shen Feifei ordered a home-style millet porridge and a few steamed buns with vegetarian fillings, and ate them slowly. While eating, she did not forget to look up at any time to check what was happening on the other side.
The rice porridge was very thick, as if it had been cooked for several hours, and all the sweet rice aroma came out. It was fragrant and very good. Shen Feifei drank a large bowl of hot porridge and was waiting for another bowl. At that time, I inadvertently saw a silhouette of a person on the opposite side, his head shrunk, and he hurriedly walked into the community.
Isn't that right?
Shen Fei stood up in a flash, picked up his bag and rushed out.
"Girl, girl, you haven't paid yet!" the proprietress behind him shouted angrily.
Well, I was in a hurry and forgot to pay.
Shen Feifei took out a few big bills and put them on the table. "No need for change." As soon as he finished speaking, he had already rushed out the door.
"Today's young people!" Behind him, the wife of the porridge shop looked at the big bills on the table that could buy dozens of breakfasts, and shook her head helplessly at Shen Feifei's back. But she put away her hands without any delay. Those banknotes.
At the entrance of the community opposite, a middle-aged woman with curly hair was holding a vegetable basket containing a bunch of celery and a few potatoes.
She went out in a hurry, obviously underestimating the coldness of the weather, and didn't even wear gloves. Her hands were red and cold from the cold, and they couldn't keep warm even if they were tucked into the sleeves of her clothes. She had to take them out and curl up her hands while rubbing them back and forth quickly. , while lowering his head and blowing the heat into his hands.
The warm air exhaled from her mouth soon merged with the cold air in the air and turned into a white mist that fell on her hands. It temporarily brought her a little warmth, but the water vapor condensed on her skin and made her even colder soon. Already.
As a last resort, she breathed again, rubbed again, rubbed again, and breathed again?????? The curly-haired middle-aged woman was lowering her head and repeating this action, but she didn't want to face a few frizzy little boys running out of the community chasing each other, huffing and puffing. Speeding past her.
One of the little boys suddenly bumped into the woman's vegetable basket, and the huge impact knocked the vegetable basket away.
In an instant, celery and potatoes were scattered all over the floor. There were green and falling vegetable leaves everywhere around the woman. The bundle of celery had long been scattered.
"Oh, my food!" The middle-aged woman didn't bother rubbing her hands to keep warm, and quickly lowered her head to pick up the vegetables from the vegetable basket.
"I'm sorry, Aunt Shen. We are in a hurry to go to school and are going to be late -" In the distance, the apologies of the children were heard for a long time, and soon disappeared in the wind.
As soon as Shen Feifei walked out of the breakfast shop, he saw the curly-haired middle-aged woman squatting down and lowering her head to pick vegetables on the street. Suddenly, her heart hurt, and she immediately took three steps, one step at a time, two steps at a time. He rushed across the street and came to her in one step.
"Mom, ah, auntie - let me pick it up for you!" Shen Feifei had just shouted the previous word, but immediately realized that he couldn't say that now, so he hurriedly changed his name and called auntie.
"Ah? Okay, thank you, thank you, good girl!" As soon as Shen's mother heard the word 'mom', she immediately looked up at Shen Feifei like a reflex. When she saw that it was not someone she knew, she was disappointed and surprised. After looking at Shen Feifei for a few times, he immediately replied politely and subconsciously.
This curly-haired middle-aged woman is Shen Feifei’s mother, Mother Shen.
"You're welcome, you're welcome, you're really not welcome -" Shen Feifei was very fast, and in a short while he picked up the celery and potatoes rolling all over the street into the vegetable basket.
"Auntie, please take it!" Handing the vegetable basket to Shen's mother, Shen Feifei wanted to call out the word "mother", but at this time, the words were stuck in her throat and she couldn't spit them out. In the end, she just choked and struggled. An aunt appeared out of nowhere.
"Okay, thank you -" Mother Shen glanced at the strange girl in front of her, and found strangely that the girl's eyes were red, as if she was about to cry from sadness.
"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Mother Shen asked Shen Feifei with concern, but still kept a long distance from strangers.
"It's okay, it's okay, my eyes were blown by the wind and a grain of sand got in. Please go and go." Shen Feifei couldn't control the tears that had been rolling in her eyes at this time, and they burst out of her eyes instantly. She hurriedly looked for her. He came up with a stupid excuse to excuse Shen's mother while wiping her tears with her hands.
"That's good, that's good!" Shen's mother didn't realize anything was wrong, she was polite to Shen Feifei, and then continued walking home with the vegetable basket.
Mom, Mom, I am your daughter!
Do you really not recognize me at all?
Shen Feifei stopped wiping his tears and let them flow down. They formed a line of water on his face, dripping on his chin, dripping on his white down jacket, and dripping on the soil under his feet. Inside, little bits of dust are splashed.
Shen Feifei's heart was as sharp as a knife, her relatives met but they didn't know each other!
She couldn't recognize her loved ones in front of her!
After traveling thousands of miles to return to my hometown, I can only sigh and sigh for home, because I have a home and cannot go back!
This was more painful and uncomfortable than cutting her heart with a dull, rusty knife!
For the first time, she felt a little resentful that she was a zombie, a different species from her parents.
The sky, which had been gloomy for a long time, seemed to know Shen Feifei's thoughts, and heavy snow fell like goose feathers one after another, mixed with the cold wind and blowing to every corner of D City.
After a while, the entire earth turned white. The roofs, branches, streets, and roadside billboards were all covered with white, fluffy snowflakes.
At the gate of Guangming Community, a girl wearing a white down jacket seemed to be frozen, like iron, standing there motionless, staring blankly into the community, letting the tears condense on her face , freeze and turn into crystal pearls hanging on clothes and cheeks.
People walking in the heavy snow involuntarily quickened their pace, coming and going in a hurry. From time to time, someone stopped strangely, looked at the girl, murmured, and ran away again.
As if she didn't know how cold the north was in December, Shen Feifei stood at the door of Guangming Community, letting the snow and wind blow, and letting the rapid heavy snow fall on her head, face, and clothes. Soon, her body was covered with a thick layer of snowflakes, as if they were trying to bury her.
Perhaps, the rushing cold wind and snowflakes are just the spiritual healing agent Shen Feifei needs. The stronger the wind blows, the harder the snow falls, and the colder the weather, the more comfortable Shen Feifei's heart will be in the ordeal.
In the distance, a middle-aged woman's figure walked towards her in the wind and snow.