First it itches, then pus forms, and then a scab forms. When the scab forms, the flesh is very itchy and it is very uncomfortable.

When the old lady saw this, she would always pull the two people's hands, which were frozen red and cold from playing outside, over the stove to warm them.

Coax them to roast the oranges for a while longer, and when they are hot, reward them with roasted oranges over the charcoal fire.

The little guy's hands were held and held by a pair of slightly scratchy palms. It was warm but also very painful, especially when it came to the frostbite, which was an unbearable discomfort.

Perhaps this unbearable pain happened when I was very young.

Xu Zijun didn't take it to heart, but when he wrapped himself in the warm quilt at night, his hands became even more itchy and he scratched them for several days.

Frostbite really came to me.

Wang Yanmei saw this and said, "Look, you will suffer if you don't listen to the old people. You will suffer if you don't listen to your mother."

For this frostbite, Xu Zijun applied medicine all his life but it was of no use.

When Xu Zijun followed his sister to decorate the wedding room for his aunt's daughter, many relatives saw his pair of chilblained hands and asked him why he, such a grown man, still had chilblains like a little kid.

His face turned red as he spoke.

Xu Qingzhi and Xu Zijun were decorating the wedding room. Wang Yanmei and Xu Fuqiang were also busy helping to prepare for tomorrow's wedding banquet.

They had dinner at their aunt's house that night. Wang Yanmei and Xu Fuqiang still had a lot to talk about with the elders. Although the family ties were weak on normal days, they still had a lot to talk about when they got together.

Xu Qingzhi and Xu Zijun were not used to such occasions, so they slipped away first.

The two of them left the car with their parents and walked back.

In winter, it gets dark early.

The road was a bit far and the wind was cold. Xu Zijun yawned and buried his hands in his sleeves, just like the old man who liked to sit at the door of his house.

There is a crescent moon in the sky, the color of white frost and gray fog.

Xu Qingzhi was wearing thick clothes. Seeing how cold her brother was, she couldn't help but say, "You prefer elegance over temperature. You must be freezing like a dog now."

These are words that only a real sister could say.

Xu Zijun wanted to refute: "I didn't."

"You don't have it, why are you wearing a black leather jacket? Why don't you just wear a cotton jacket like me?" Xu Qingzhi complained, reached out to take off the scarf, and tied it around Xu Zijun's neck.

Boys of this age, no matter what their personality is, are all extremely cocky.

"You murdered your own brother." Xu Zijun reached out to take the scarf, and smelled the faint fragrance of her sister. "Take it away, I don't want yours."

Xu Qingzhi reached out and pushed his head, "Put it on. I have a hat."

Then, he put on the hood of his cotton jacket.

Xu Zijun was really cold, and he couldn't persuade his own sister, so he wore the scarf anyway.

The two of them walked slowly towards home.

The two siblings didn't have much to say, so they just kept walking forward and came across a store selling fireworks on the way.

Xu Qingzhi wanted to buy some and picked out several items with great interest. Xu Zijun paid for them, saying that it was his unused living expenses at school.

Carrying a big red plastic bag.

Xu Qingzhi held a firecracker in his hand and threw it away out of boredom.

When it was thrown on the ground, a faint fire popped out and a "pop" sound was heard in the silent night.

She thought it was quite interesting and she hadn't played it for a long time.

Suddenly, a cannon was thrown at her feet.

Xu Qingzhi was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and saw a red plastic bag hanging on her brother's wrist, a firecracker in his hand, and a smile on his face.

OK, OK.

Xu Qingzhi gritted his teeth and said, "Xu Zijun, you are looking for death!"

Before she threw the firecracker in her hand, her brother had already run far away.

She ran after him, throwing cannons at his feet.

Now, the only one who can make Xu Qingzhi so angry is him.

She suddenly remembered what the relatives had said to praise her brother during dinner today.

What do you mean by quiet? I've grown up and become sensible, but I'm a little introverted...

Quiet? Sensible? Introvert?

It was just as annoying as when she patiently taught him how to do math problems and asked him to repeat her solution ideas, and he suddenly asked, "Sister, can I see the big-headed son and small-headed father?"

The two of them were chasing each other and throwing cannons, and the sound of cannons exploding was everywhere.

The villagers wouldn't care if they saw it. At the end of the year, a bunch of naughty kids would often gather together to play with fireworks.

If it hadn't been dark, Xu Qingzhi really wouldn't have done such a childish thing.

She chased after her brother, still shouting, "Xu Zijun, stop right there."

Xu Qingzhi was almost at the door of her house when her brother suddenly stopped running and came towards her with a panicked look on his face: "Sister, there is a dark shadow under the persimmon tree. It might be a ghost."

Growing up and becoming sensible are all appearances. He is not like a nearly 18-year-old boy. He is still a coward like when he was a kid watching horror movies and has to lean on his sister when he is scared.

Xu Qingzhi looked up, her rapid breathing gradually calmed down, she threw the cannon into her brother's hand and said softly, "It's a person."

Xu Zijun had already turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone and shone it over there.

The dark shadow slowly walked towards this side.

Xu Qingzhi also walked towards him.

Before Xu Zijun could take a closer look, he saw that the dark shadow had already hugged his sister.

Xu Zijun: “…”

Huh? A chill came over him, and Xu Qingzhi didn't know how long he had been waiting here.

She hugged him back gently and tried to push away.

A man's hoarse voice came from above his head, "Hold me for a while longer."

Xu Qingzhi asked, "Why are you here?"

Huo Fengyan chuckled: "Zhizhi, judging from your tone, you don't welcome me very much?"

"No." Xu Qingzhi explained: "It's the end of the year now, and I thought you would be busier and come a few days later."

Huo Fengyan rubbed her head, lowered his head slightly, and said in a gentle voice: "I miss you."

The lights under the eaves suddenly switched on.

The darkness that originally enveloped the body suddenly dissipated.

Xu Zijun stood at the door and said considerately, "Sister, brother-in-law, you guys chat slowly. I'll turn on the lights for you. I won't disturb you. I'll go upstairs first."

Xu Qingzhi: “…”

She slightly pushed Huo Fengyan away, only to see her brother's back as he turned and walked away. He really didn't want to disturb her.

Huo Fengyan chuckled, "Give my brother a big red envelope someday."

You have to pay the fee for changing your statement.

"Don't give it to him." Xu Qingzhi said.

Huo Fengyan changed his words again, "Okay, if Zhizhi says not to give it to me, then I won't give it to you."

"Where are you planning to stay tonight?" Xu Qingzhi asked.

Huo Fengyan said honestly: "I called Grandpa after I got off the plane, and he asked me to accompany him in the evening."

Xu Qingzhi understood what he meant, "So, you're hiding it from me?"

"I wanted to give you a surprise." Huo Fengyan took out a box from his pocket.

Xu Qingzhi took it, thinking it was a necklace or a ring, but when he opened it, it was...