Xiangyu

It was snowing, and it was falling so heavily that even the high-voltage power lines in the block were broken.As a result, the entire street was cut off from electricity, and even the cars for emergency repairs could not come over immediately, so the local people had to live a primitive life first.

Even if there is a power outage, you don’t have to go to cram school, and you can even have an excuse to be a few days behind on comic books that have already expired—who wants to go out in this weather?Except for those who are addicted to certain things.

"Hey! Hey! Kid!" The person who came in the snow was addicted to cigarettes, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Qiao Yusong squatted behind the counter, reading comics while warming up by the fire.

Hearing someone coming, he got up lazily, his legs were sore from sitting on the bench for too long.

The other party's coat and hat were covered with snow particles, Qiao Yusong asked, "What do you want?"

"Yuxi, it's soft." He took off his leather gloves and threw them on the table, rubbing his red hands over and over again, as if he was getting ready for a cigarette, exercising his muscles.

Qiao Yusong took out a pack of Yuxi cigarettes from the counter, handed it to him, and said, "26."

Not knowing whether it was the cold or a cigarette addiction, the other party tremblingly took out 26 yuan from his wallet and threw it on the counter.

Qiao Yusong put the money in the cashier's drawer, didn't care whether he left or not, picked up the comic book that was spread out on the counter, squatted down and continued to warm the fire.

"Fuck, it's so cold that I can't even light a cigarette." The guest didn't leave, cursing, "Hey, kid, are you warming up the fire? Light a cigarette for me."

Qiao Yusong, who was nestled in front of the brazier, looked up and saw him lying on the counter, grinning at himself, revealing two rows of four-ringed plain teeth, one of which was inlaid with gold.

Qiao Yusong got up, took out a small piece of red-hot coals with tongs, and handed it to him.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he put it on the red charcoal fire, took two puffs, and the cigarette was lit.

"Thanks." He still didn't leave, he seemed to be greedy for the warmth of the room, leaning against the counter, breathing comfortably.

Qiao Yusong was not used to the smell of smoke, so he threw the charcoal fire back into the basin and couldn't help but glance at him.

The other party looked at him sideways, knowing that he misunderstood his gaze, and asked, "Would you like one?"

Qiao Yusong shook his head.

"Hey, is your dad back yet?" He asked with a smile.

Qiao Yusong didn't expect him to know Qiao Zhenhai. However, we all live on the same street, so it's not surprising that we know each other.Qiao Yusong thought about it for a while, and remembered that this person seemed to be a motorcycle repairer at a crossroads. Every year during the Spring Festival, Qiao Zhenhai rode a motorcycle from Suiwan, went home across provinces, and when he returned to Yuetang, he would send the car to his house for repairs. Fan.

"No." Qiao Yusong thought, if this weather continues, Qiao Zhenhai probably won't be able to come back.

"That's good." He breathed out the smoke, "Suiwan can't be colder than here, right? — Let's go."

Qiao Yusong was taken aback, and said, "Go slowly."

After the cigarette buyers left, Qiao Yusong looked outside the store.

The entire street was covered with snow, whether it was the roofs or street lamps, even the road surface was piled up with a thick layer.

This is the biggest snow Qiao Yusong has seen in 17 years.

He still remembers his excitement when he saw snow for the first time a month ago.However, the snow has been falling intermittently for a month, and the original excitement no longer exists, only the boredom of the unbearable cold remains.

Yuetang belongs to the southern region and has no heating.Every winter, everyone lives with passion, even if the air conditioner is turned on in the room, they are still shivering, let alone encountering this kind of ice and snow weather that can be called a natural disaster.

Several trees on the street were overwhelmed by the snow, and there was not even a sparrow on the remaining dead branches.

No pedestrians, no life.

Suddenly, a woman laughed loudly from upstairs.

The laughter penetrated the wall, slid down the stairs, and got into Qiao Yusong's ears, still very bold and unrestrained.

Qiao Yusong thought to himself that no one would visit the grocery store at such a time.

Seeing that Xu Aojun was having a good time, he probably didn't care if he could sell a few things in the snow, so Qiao Yusong simply closed the shop without asking.

It's cold and people get hungry fast.

Qiao Yusong ate two white flour steamed buns when he got up at ten o'clock, and now it's not twelve o'clock at noon, and his stomach is already growling with hunger.

He went into the kitchen, found noodles and eggs, and boiled a pot of hot water, intending to solve his food and clothing problem.

The sound of mahjong tiles still came from upstairs, clattering, accompanied by the laughter of the women.

Qiao Yusong thought about it, and decided to go upstairs to have a look.

Xu Aojun only had a junior high school diploma. Before marrying Qiao Zhenhai, he ran a barber shop of only [-] square meters.

After they got married, Xu Aojun closed the barber shop according to Qiao Zhenhai's request. The reason was that there were too many customers of all kinds in the barber shop, and he didn't want his wife who stayed at home to contact too many people of all kinds. Make physical contact, especially with men.

Qiao Zhenhai has been working in Suiwan all year round, and he used the money he earned to open a small shop in his hometown.When Qiao Yusong was born, the canteen was already doing well. Although the business was not booming, the family's quality of life had already surpassed the well-off level.

Xu Aojun loves to play mahjong, and Qiao Yusong grew up listening to the sound of mahjong.

Winter snow blocks streets and restricts people's outdoor activities.Instead of being restricted, indoor activities have more space and time.

Every day at [-] o'clock in the morning, Xu Aojun's mahjong game is opened without a hitch, and the players are basically neighbors on the same street - even those who are far away can't come.

Most of us are businessmen who open shops and do business on the street. If there are no people on the street, naturally there will be no business. We can only play mahjong for entertainment. Winning or losing can generate some profits and losses, as if the cashier has never stopped .

People sitting around the mahjong table sometimes get too ecstatic when playing cards, not to mention eating, even the children who go to school will forget to pick it up.Fortunately, now that the children are on vacation, the only thing left to do is to eat.However, Qiao Yusong reckoned that Xu Aojun had forgotten about it.

Qiao Yusong went to the mahjong room to look for Xu Aojun, mainly to ask her and her poker players if they wanted to eat.Right now, he may be the only one in the family who thinks about eating and can cook.

However, Qiao Yusong did not expect that when he came to the mahjong room, he would see a boy sitting at the mahjong table, having a lively fight with three middle-aged women.

The enthusiasm belonged to the other three people. The boy looked like a junior high school student. Judging from his sitting posture, he should not be too short, but his serious face showed a bit immature.There is a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, his brows are tightly furrowed, and his milk-white cheeks are somewhat swollen, which is baby fat.

It was the first time for Qiao Yusong to see such a cute face with such a serious expression in real life. Instead of finding him cold, he found it interesting.

There is a milky and milky white face, like ice cream.Such a description popped up in Qiao Yusong's mind.

Qiao Yusong remembered that Aunt Zhou Meiqi and Aunt Zhou were sitting in the seat where the boy was originally sitting. Now Aunt Zhou is gone, and she left at some point.

Seeing that the charcoal fire in the brazier was almost gone, Qiao Yusong dragged the snakeskin bag aside, and used tongs to pick out a few pieces of charcoal fire to add.

"Hey, Xiao Song is here." Aunt Ma turned to look at him and greeted him.

"Hello, Aunt Ma." Qiao Yusong greeted, but couldn't help but glance at the boy who was too quiet.

Xu Aojun paid attention to his doubts, and explained: "Your Aunt Zhou went home to withdraw the money. This is Aunt Zhou's younger brother. —— His name is Xiaoqiao, right?" She asked the boy.

The boy glanced at Qiao Yusong and nodded.

This little boy's defiant look reminded Qiao Yusong of those flirtatious male classmates in the class who thought they were great all day long, and only turned their nostrils to the sky to pretend to be cool.However, it may be because of this little boy's good face, Qiao Yusong didn't think his indifferent appearance was impolite, he just wondered if his face would be cuter when he had expressions.

Seeing the boy's attitude, Aunt Zhong probably meant to smooth things over, and said with a cheerful smile: "Although the little boy is young, don't be too smart! Maggie taught him a few words before she left, right? How are you doing now? Others Not to mention, I think how much has been released and how much is left, he remembers clearly!"

Aunt Ma immediately cheered and said with a smile, "Either you are a top student!"

However, even though the two aunts praised him from left to right, the boy still just stared at the mahjong tiles in front of him without making a sound.

Even Qiao Yusong felt embarrassed for him, and said, "Mom, I'll cook noodles, do you want to eat?"

Xu Aojun was afraid that his enthusiasm would not be able to infect the little boy, so after playing cards for so long, he asked kindly at this time: "Xiao Qiao, how old are you this year?"

"After the fourteenth year of the new year." He didn't look at Xu Aojun at all when he spoke, he got a new card, glanced at it and threw it away.

"What grade are you in?" Aunt Zhong also pinched her throat and asked, speaking like asking a kindergartener, smiling, "Fourteen...do you go to the second year of junior high school? The third year of junior high school?"

"The third day of junior high school." After Qiao Yusong answered for him, he asked again, "Mom, do you eat noodles? Or cook?"

"Senior year." Suddenly, the boy's voice came out in a calm, flat voice.

Hearing this, the other four people present all stared round their eyes.

Qiao Yusong looked at this little boy in disbelief, unable to believe that he was in the same grade as him.

"Wow, Xiao Qiao, are you in the third year of high school?" Xu Aojun's eyes widened as if he had just opened his eyes, "Aren't you going to take the college entrance examination this year like your brother Xiao Song?!"

Aunt Ma praised: "It's amazing, it's amazing, you little child prodigy!"

Xu Aojun opened his mouth, and was about to say something more, when he caught a glimpse of Qiao Yusong still beside him, he said impatiently: "Oh, I like to eat whatever I like. I only know how to eat all day long, learn from others!"

After hearing this, Qiao Yusong was dumbfounded, and thought that he could eat by himself, didn't he think they didn't eat, so he came up to ask?He held back his irritability, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the little child prodigy looking up at him, and he felt a block in his heart.

Qiao Yusong knew that it was useless to say what he said now. This little prodigy had successfully diverted the attention of these three women from mahjong. They were very curious about him. They didn't even care about winning or losing mahjong. How could they care? Do you want to eat or not?

Although Qiao Yusong was also curious about this 14-year-old candidate, he was more bored with Xu Aojun in his heart.

He didn't bother to talk to these people anymore, so he went downstairs.