As night fell, the lonely street lights flickered dimly in the cold air.
I was sitting at a noodle stall on the roadside, and the wind made the shed rattle loudly. I tightened my neck, and even the hands holding the chopsticks were shaking with cold.
Bingyou saw me shrinking and smiled contemptuously. I gently picked up the pepper shaker and sprinkled it into my noodles. "Eat some spicy food, it will warm you up."
The voice was low and soft, just like before. I watched his movements. Place your slender index finger against the mouth of the bottle and shake gently, slowly and evenly. His gentleness, elegance and attentiveness remain the same as before.
He took care of all my affairs, big and small. In the years without him, I abused myself into a human shape. "How are you lately...?" I suppressed my thoughts and looked at him calmly, but I knew that my eyes would betray me.