That Year, That Winter, That Boy

That winter was very cold. The boy was 21 years old in his third year of college. He had no social experience and looked more like a boy than a young man. Maybe he has been writing online novels for a long time, so many of his emotions are basically restrained, or maybe more than ten years of education and study have made him very rational, so he is not very emotional. That winter, it was very cold, and the boy cried. His grandmother, the old girl with a cane and thin white hair, had a trembling breast. During the few days of the wake, the boy had a high fever. They went to the first day of the wake and lay in bed all day and night. After waking up in a daze, they went to the wake. On the last day of the burial, many people they knew and did not know came and cried. It was very uncomfortable to cry, but the boy did not cry. At that time, the young man was looking at the coffin in a trance, and he was very strange among the people crying. Hearing the people next to him cry, the young man didn't want to cry, and he had no intention to cry at all. When he went back at night, he drank a lot of beer and read the novel on his mobile phone. He cried, not because he felt uncomfortable, but because he was afraid. That winter, it was very cold, and the boy was young. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.