It's winter again, and a dozen warm yellow street lamps reflect the hazy snow in the night.
Lu Chu came out of the convenience store carrying a grocery bag, and a gust of cold air penetrated down his collar. He buried his head in the scarf, only the tips of his two red ears were exposed.
A hand with sharp bones pulled his scarf from the side and pulled it down obnoxiously. The owner of the hand teased: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, three or nine days. Can I borrow a place to stay?"
Lu Chu pulled the scarf back, raised his eyelids to look at him, and walked forward, leaving a new row of footprints.
"... My feet are sprained. Slow down." Gu Xiu didn't annoy him and followed him with a sigh.
After a while, the heavy snow buried the two rows of footprints together.
Things in the world seem to have always been like this, everything beautiful and dirty, regrets and expectations, will be as clean as new in the end. It is so unreasonable.
Purpose: uphold justice and respect life