Snow fell intermittently all night.
It got dark late in the winter morning. It was just six o'clock when Meng Yao got up. It was not yet dark. She reached out and touched the switch on the wall above the bedside table and turned on the light in the room. Meng Yao subconsciously squinted his eyes as he felt uncomfortable being suddenly hit by the bright light, but he didn't waste any time and quickly put on his clothes.
Song Lan had just woken up, put on a thick coat and was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. After Meng Yao washed up, Song Lan's noodles were just coming out of the pot.
It was still a little early before Song Lan went to work. After cooking breakfast every day, Song Lan had to go back to the room to relax for a while. After entering winter, maybe because the bed was comfortable, she slept more than in summer.
Meng Yao once proposed that she would not have breakfast at home in the winter and that she could go to the cafeteria to eat after morning self-study, but Song Lan rejected it.
At that time, Song Lan yawned and said, "If these breakfasts I cooked can make you think about my efforts and do better in the college entrance examination, then all my hard work will be worth it."
Meng Yao didn't like the way she spoke, but Song Lan's hard work was a fact. Meng Yao couldn't refute, pursed his lips and said nothing.
When we went out after breakfast, it was still dark, with only the street lights shining on the ground. Seems a little lonely.
Meng Yao walked out of the unit building only to find that the road was covered with a layer of snow. Someone probably walked through it not long ago, leaving several series of footprints of different depths on the snow.
It is difficult to walk on snowy days. In the past, Meng Yao could arrive at school at 6:30, but today he was a few minutes late.
She was not the only one who arrived later than usual, but there were also many students who arrived in the classroom early.
The morning self-study for Feng Han's senior year officially started at 6:40, but some people would come to the classroom early to memorize vocabulary words, especially the dormitory students. In winter, the lights in all the classrooms in the senior school building usually turn on around 6:20.
From early morning to late at night, every student in the senior year of high school is making their best efforts for their future.
The morning self-study is over, and the sky finally breaks.
Looking out through the glass window, it was completely white, and the snow was still falling. Song Siqi was shivering from the cold, but she was very happy. She lay beside the outer wall of the corridor and said: "If it snows for another half day, my wish to have a snowball fight and build a snowman will be gone." It can be achieved.”
Meng Yao can build a snowman, but he rarely participates in activities like snowball fights, maybe he did it when he was a child.
However, whether it was building a snowman or having a snowball fight, they never had this opportunity in the end.
Because in the morning, the school organized teachers to carry out snow shoveling activities in the school, and even filmed a piece of material to be included in the promotional video.
The flat and white snow disappeared, and small snowdrifts were shoveled up one after another on the roadside.
Song Siqi was greatly disappointed. Looking at the jagged snowdrifts, she lost all interest in enjoying the snow.
It was snowing and the roads were slippery, and for fear of a falling accident, the school specially broadcast a warning during recess, but the result was that the accident could not be completely avoided.
Most of the places for wrestling are in canteens and canteens. These two places are crowded and crowded, and have tiled floors. The snow and water on the shoes make it easy to slip if you are not careful.
Unfortunately, two boys in Meng Yao's class fell down.
Song Siqi felt sympathy on the one hand, but also found it funny on the other. She walked cautiously, fearing that such an unfortunate incident would happen to her.
The snow outside the window is getting heavier and heavier.
The weather was cold, and there were coughs in the classroom from time to time.
In the afternoon math class, Luo Yiping handed out a set of exercise papers for them to do. After finishing the papers, the evening self-study session was naturally occupied by Luo Yiping to lecture on topics.
Meng Yao has become accustomed to it. Most of the evening self-study in the senior year is used for lectures, and occasionally it is used for self-study.
Meng Yao did okay on the practice paper this time. She was not as good as other subjects in mathematics, but hard work can make up for her weakness, and now the gap is not very big.
After the evening self-study, Meng Yao slowly packed up his books and walked out.
The snow had just been shoveled in the morning, and now the ground was covered with a thick layer.
Meng Yao stood under the teaching building. As soon as he took a step, his shoes got stuck in the soft snow.
She held an umbrella and took every step with extreme caution.
Compared to her cautiousness, the footsteps of those passing by her were much more hurried.
Meng Yao looked down at the road under his feet, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a familiar figure two or three meters away from his side.
Almost subconsciously, Meng Yao paused. She slowly raised her head and looked over from under the umbrella.
Through the dim street lights, she saw Xu Yao.
He didn't hold an umbrella, he was carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder and looking down at the ground.
Snowflakes fell from the sky and sprinkled on his shoulders and hair, but he didn't care at all and walked with his head down, quickly widening the distance between him and Meng Yao.
The snow fell heavily, and the tall and thin figure of the young man was stored in Meng Yao's memory.
In fact, Meng Yao never felt that it was painful to like someone, even if it was a secret love that no one knew about.
On the contrary, whether it is the hot wind in summer or the falling snow in winter, she can steal a little sweetness from it.
Because they experienced these moments together. For Meng Yao, although the time in high school was short, she and Xu Yao were walking through the same cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Just like this moment, with the snow and Xu Yao's figure in the snow, Meng Yao was certain that no matter how long it took, this scene would be precious to her.
The snow continued unabated over the next two days, and the condition changed from snowflakes to blizzards.
The meteorological observatory issued an orange warning. The ground was covered with snow and traffic was seriously affected. Buses in the city were suspended. At a glance, except for the vast white snow, there were no pedestrians or vehicles on the streets.
Thanks to this blizzard, classes and work were suspended across the city, and Meng Yao and his senior high school students had a rare two-day holiday.
The night before the holiday, Feng Han canceled even the evening self-study due to safety concerns.
Meng Yao stayed at home, with the windows closed, and called her grandparents with her mobile phone.
The snow was so heavy that many trees on both sides of the road were overwhelmed and collapsed on the roadside. Several cars parked on the roadside were dented, and circuit failures occurred in some areas.
Meng Yao was worried about her grandparents and called them back to remind them not to go out in the snow and to be careful when walking. They were also worried that the snow would be inconvenient and they did not store enough food at home.
Her grandparents were in good condition and comforted her, smiling and telling her not to worry on the phone.
"It's too cold outside and the snow is thick. We can't go out even if we want to. We don't have to worry about eating anymore. Last time your mother came back, she saw that there were still a lot of unfinished fruits we brought."
There was a TV playing in the background on the phone, which was a war theme that Grandpa Meng Yao could never tire of watching.
Meng Yao finally felt relieved after listening to her grandmother's slightly comforting words. For some reason, her grandmother's voice was always warm, like the gentle sunshine in spring. Meng Yao smiled, stretched out his hand to draw a smiley face on the foggy window with his fingertips, and then chatted with his grandmother for a while before Meng Yao reluctantly hung up the phone.
When returning the phone to Song Lan, Meng Yao asked Song Lan to get his phone back.
Song Lan frowned and looked at her: "It's just a two-day holiday. Study hard and stop playing with your phone."
Meng Yao looked at her and said, "During the two days of vacation, the teacher will distribute learning content to the class group, and there may also be online lectures."
"Online lectures?"
"Yes." Meng Yao replied, "The holidays cannot delay the study progress."
Song Lan has always been serious about studying, so he nodded without thinking too much: "Then you go to my room and get it."
Meng Yao took her cell phone back from her room and went back to the bedroom to charge it.
What she just said to Song Lan was half true and half false, with a bit of exaggeration.
It is not true that online lectures are given, but it is true that the teacher will catch up on learning in the class group.
Meng Yao's desire to get her phone back was not because she was playful, but because she had an independent mind and could understand the importance of things. But Song Lan always followed her own ideas and bound her tightly. Meng Yao would only feel depressed.
After being depressed for a long time, I want to escape from this pattern.
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After high school, especially my senior year, I didn’t get enough sleep. Every day at school, I looked forward to getting a good night’s sleep during the holidays and sleeping until I woke up naturally. But when it comes to vacation, I wake up early due to my biological clock and find it difficult to fall asleep again.
One advantage of Meng Yao's holiday was that Song Lan didn't have to get up early to cook breakfast.
When Song Lan got up from bed at seven o'clock, washed up and went into the kitchen, Meng Yao was already sitting at the desk and memorizing a page of words.
The sound of pots and pans rang out in the kitchen, and Meng Yao took out a Chinese test paper and started working on it amidst the ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong in the background.
She had her own plan for studying. Except for breakfast, she devoted herself to studying all morning.
It was approaching noon, and after I finished writing the questions, I put down my pen and planned to take a rest.
She leaned back on the chair and raised her head. Her neck was a little sore after having lowered her head for a long time. She massaged it gently with her hands, touched the phone on the desk, and turned on the screen.
In order not to disturb her studies, her mobile phone was always in silent mode, but in fact, almost no one except Song Siqi would send her messages.
The class group that was set to Do Not Disturb was quite active. There were many unread messages throughout the morning. Meng Yao clicked in and took a few glances. It might be because there was a teacher in the group, and everyone showed enthusiasm for learning. , actively discuss topics in the group.
There was a new update reminder in the circle of friends. Meng Yao refreshed and saw Song Siqi's profile picture.
She took a group of photos, and it looked like a snowman she had just built by herself. She put a hat on it, tied a scarf, and used props to make eyes and nose. It was very cute. Song Siqi wrote in the caption for this circle of friends: Hi my winter limited friend~
She finally realized her wish to play in the snow.
Meng Yao smiled and liked this circle of friends.
The snow outside the window didn’t know when it stopped.
According to the weather forecast, there will be no more snow.
During lunch, Song Lan took the initiative to stir up the topic at the dinner table: "The snow on the road is so serious. I guess measures will be taken as soon as the snow stops. The road will be cleared early. Everyone should go to work and go to school."
Meng Yao had nothing to say, so he nodded and accepted her.
Sure enough, in the afternoon, Meng Yao came across a circle of friends who were clearing snow on the road.
By the second day, the team clearing the snow was even larger.
Meng Yao followed the public account of Rong Media in this city and saw that the public account posted relevant content. The cover showed a street after a blizzard.
Meng Yao was tired from studying, and it happened to be the half-hour break she had set for herself. She had nothing else to do, so she clicked on the article to browse.
The article wrote about the impact of the blizzard on the city, and also wrote about the heart-warming actions of citizens, as well as praising volunteers for cleaning up snow and helping to remove damaged items. Many pictures were taken.
Meng Yao read the text carefully, but the pictures just passed by in a hurry.
It wasn't until I reached the bottom that my eyes paused.
At first he thought it was a mistake, so Meng Yao clicked on the picture and checked it several times before he dared to believe that Xu Yao existed in the picture.
He appears in this article as a volunteer.
He was wearing a mid-length black coat and holding a snow shoveling tool. The camera captured his face, which seemed a little cold. His ears were red from the cold, but he was doing what he was doing very attentively.
Meng Yao never expected that Xu Yao would be one of the volunteers cleaning up the snow in the city.
But there doesn't seem to be anything inconsistent.
Xu Yao himself is a person with warmth in his eyes. He can feel the warmth and coldness of the world in detail, see the vulnerability of others, and extend a helping hand without hesitation.
He is beautiful in his own right.
Meng Yao was afraid of missing it, so he searched carefully among all the pictures in the article, not wanting to miss any traces of Xu Yao.
But no, this is the only one.
It can be seen that this picture is centered on him, and the people around him seem to be blurred, and their faces cannot be distinguished.
The snow on the ground had not been completely cleared away, and the surrounding environment was in a mess, but he stood there with a clean temperament. The sky was dim and the light was not good, but his presence was like a dazzling bright color, deeply attracting Meng Yao's eyes.
