Hu Xu walked desolately in the snowy wind, getting soaked all over.
To return to the unity of life and death is to cross over. To return to the unity of coming and going is to cross over. To remain consistent is also to cross over.
Xu Jiang's words were obscure and implicit, but the meaning was very clear.
He was late.
No, perhaps he had never entered her heart from the beginning.
The wind and snow penetrated his bones, chilling him both physically and mentally. He walked to the entrance of his lane in a daze, but he didn't know how to turn and continued walking forward.
"Hello." A cold and lonely voice came from the deep alley.
Hu Xu didn't care.
The snow was crushed by the heavy footsteps, making a creaking sound, and then an umbrella was covered over his head to block the cold snow for him.
Seeing Hu Xu walking forward aimlessly, Song Qiao reached out and grabbed his sleeve. Hu Xu then stopped and looked at her blankly.
"where did you go?"
"have no idea."
When Song Qiao saw that he was covered in snow, he felt a chill in his heart.
"I'll take you back."
"go back?"
Hu Xu came back to his senses and realized that he had walked past him. He said to Song Qiao, "Sorry," and turned around and walked back.
But after taking only two steps, he tripped and fell into the snow, flat on his back.
His feet were numb from the cold.
Seeing him struggling in the snow for a few times but unable to get up, Song Qiao quickly stepped forward and grabbed him to lend him some leverage.
Hu Xu grabbed a ball of warmth and moved closer to it involuntarily. Then he was lifted up by it and stood shakily.
Seeing that his face was covered with white frost, with only his eyeballs shaking blankly, Song Qiao found it both funny and unpleasant. He then used his elbow sleeve to brush away the remaining snow for him.
"Let's go."
A small umbrella shielded him from the falling snow, and a thin hand supported his heavy body. The two of them walked side by side into the alley, leaving behind a pair of footprints that sang a song of snow.
The two men arrived at the door of the Hu family, but Hu Xu did not knock on the door. Song Qiao thought that the man was frozen silly and wanted to replace him, but was stopped by him.
"Could you please lend me your umbrella? I'll return it tomorrow."
Song Qiao frowned and looked at him, then agreed without saying anything more.
The two of them went to Song Qiao's door, but Song Qiao was reluctant to open it.
Hu Xu asked in confusion: "What's wrong? Did you forget to bring your keys?"
Song Qiao sighed slightly and nodded to him.
Hu Xu lowered his head and realized that he had been holding someone's hand and had not let go.
He let go immediately as if scalded by boiling water, and said incoherently: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Song Qiao shook his head, then turned the key and opened the door.
The warmth in the palm of his hand remained, but was quickly swallowed up by the cold snow.
"Thank you so much for that, and thank you for your umbrella."
"We are all neighbors, no need to be polite."
Hu Xu was slightly stunned. These were the words he had said when he helped Song Qiao send his injured father to the hospital.
He then pulled the corners of his mouth and forced a smile.
"Now that the snow on your body has melted, go home early and don't catch a cold." Song Qiao looked at him deeply and then closed the door.
Hu Xu stood there for a moment, turned around and walked back to his door, then shook off the snowflakes on his body under the eaves and slowly calmed himself down.
But the more he tried to calm down, the more troubled he became. All the memories of his past acquaintance and interactions with Xu Jiang flashed before his eyes like snowflakes flying everywhere.
He was getting colder and colder, and his heart was getting colder and colder.
With a creak, the door opposite opened halfway. Song Qiao leaned forward and asked, "Hey, do you want to come to my house and sit down?"
Hu Xu looked at her blankly.
Song Qiao's face flashed with discomfort, "If you don't want to, then forget it..."
"Okay." Hu Xu really didn't want to go home at this moment, but he also didn't want to freeze to death outside the door, so he accepted the invitation and walked towards her.
Song Qiao opened the other half of the door, invited him into the yard, and then closed the door.
There was a cold fragrance in the courtyard, which made Hu Xu feel a little refreshed.
Song Qiao walked past him and led him into the main hall.
After entering the house, she asked him to sit down, then hurried into the backyard, opened the cupboard to get a bowl, and poured a bowl of boiling hot ginger tea from the stove and brought it to him.
"Drink it, it will keep the cold away."
"Thank you." Hu Xu didn't hesitate to take the bowl and started drinking.
The ginger tea was very strong, spicy and hot. After drinking a bowl, most of the coldness in Hu Xu's body was dispelled.
Song Qiao found a brazier, took out two pieces of charcoal from the stove, added wood shavings and dry firewood, and brought it to the main room to keep Hu Xu warm.
Hu Xu looked at the woman blowing the fire in front of him and felt a little dazed for a moment.
The flames slowly rose. Song Qiao brought a stool and placed it in front of the brazier. Then he found a broken fan and blew air slowly, making the fire burn brighter and brighter.
The cold was dispelled, and the numb hands, feet and mind warmed up. Hu Xu stepped forward to help add firewood to the brazier.
"Uncle Song is not here?"
"Hide in the mountains and don't come out."
"Is his foot injury healed?"
"Thanks to you, I'm almost fully recovered now."
"That's good." Hu Xu then warned, "Don't let him go into the dense forest on snowy days."
"knew."
The two of them gradually opened up and chatted intermittently, with Hu Xu mostly asking questions and Song Qiao answering.
Hu Xu occasionally looked at Song Qiao. She was always taciturn and treated everyone coldly.
But he didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that there was a hint of concern in Song Qiao's eyes when he looked at him today.
When Hu Xu really had nothing else to ask, Song Qiao took the initiative to ask, "What happened to you today?"
No subtlety, straight to the point.
Hu Xu showed a trace of embarrassment under her straightforward and inquiring gaze. After a long silence, he said, "I was rejected."
Song Qiao paused as he was trying to stoke the fire.
"She was the owner of the bookstore I helped earlier."
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