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Cao Xiao, born in 1988, graduated from Zhejiang University of Communication in 1986 majoring in drama, film and television literature. He is currently studying in the 15th Advanced Seminar of Lu Academy. He has published novels in "Mountain Flower", "Literary Circle" and other publications. Outside the window, the wind wrapped the rain, fluttering, and the raindrops were fine and continuous, just like the slightly protracted tail of the bamboo when it spoke. In the house, the doors and windows were closed tightly, locking the humidity and coldness outside, retaining a dry and warm air. There was a large built-in balcony in the house, and the floor was There is an ordinary concrete floor, and there is only a bed, a wardrobe and a table in the house. The simple layout only has clothes hanging to dry on the balcony and books scattered on the table, showing a hint of home. This is the small house I rented for two months, a space of my own.

An'an drew the curtains, put up the mosquito net, and I got under the quilt. On such cloudy and rainy days, the light is always dim and there is an indescribable coldness, so turn on the incandescent lamp and use the light to add some warmth. I like rainy days and I like to touch the moist and soft smell with my nose. It's like close people are close together, exchanging each other's breath. When it's not raining, I often hold a cup of hot tea, my lips close to the cup, and the tip of my nose rests on the rim of the cup, letting the hot water vapor surround me until the water mist licks away my low-hanging eyelashes and spreads all over my eyes. I read "Dramaturgy" on my pillow when I was a freshman, and I still find it a bit obscure when I read it. The book is spread out like this, giving the eyes a place to rest, and then letting the thoughts wander freely, and never taking them back again after they spread out.

This winter is extremely cold. After staying in Beijing for a while, I knew the benefits of heating, but it was difficult to adapt to the coldness of my home. Staying up late at night, my hands and feet always feel cold, and turning the heater on to the highest setting doesn't help. I couldn't stand the cold anymore, and I was considering turning off the computer and going to bed when my cell phone suddenly rang. My first reaction was not to reach for my phone, but I jumped to the side - really shocked. Since returning from Beijing, my mobile phone has become a dispensable accessory. It is silent all day long. The only change is that the number of spam messages is increasing day by day. When I almost forgot about its existence, the phone popped out again. "Hey, do you know what time it is now? Aren't you afraid that I'll fall asleep if you call me at this time?" "It's 1:30 Beijing time. I know you must be awake!" The call was from Maizi.