Shanghai is prosperous

Chapter 143 Snow on the New Year's Eve Night
Wang Yiyuan was sleeping soundly, and the sound of crackling firecrackers suddenly seemed to explode in his ears.He woke up with a start and sat up.Looking around in a daze, I saw that the other three beds, quilts, and clothes in the room were neatly folded, but no one was there.

After fumbling under the pillow for a while, he took out his phone.Turning on the phone to check the time, it was 55:[-]pm on New Year's Eve.If you watch the Spring Festival Gala, this is the busiest countdown moment.Wang Yiyuan thought to himself, no wonder everyone is setting off firecrackers. It turns out that everyone is welcoming the arrival of the New Year.

Feeling a little thirsty, Wang Yiyuan wanted to turn on the light, but when he stretched out his hand, he realized that the pull switch of the light was on the side of the door near the No. [-] bed.He rubbed his slightly dry eyes again, finally getting used to the dim light in the room.

Wang Yiyuan lifted the quilt and got out of bed, a strong chill quickly surrounded him, his whole body was like falling into a cave of ice.Fortunately, there was still hot water in the water bottle. He poured a glass of water and put it on the bedside table, and immediately retreated back into the quilt and half lay down.Hehe, it was so cold, Wang Yiyuan couldn't help shivering a few times.

Wang Yiyuan was completely awake at this moment.He remembered that this was a room specially arranged for laymen in the Ashoka Temple, and he arrived here only the afternoon before yesterday.

Years ago, after the shareholders meeting and staff meeting of the printing factory were held, and after the factory's New Year's Eve dinner, the employees began to leave one after another.In the last few days, because of Xiao Yunhua and Wang Liping, they have all returned to their hometowns, and only Wang Yiyuan is left alone to guard the factory.

On the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, chickens are slaughtered to catch the market.According to tradition, on this day, every household not only slaughters their own poultry, but also goes to the market to go to the store and make centralized purchases.Wang Yiyuan was also thinking about whether to go to the town to buy and store some food, so that he would not be able to find a place to eat during the Chinese New Year like in previous years.

Zhou Wanqiu called. She originally wanted to ask Wang Yiyuan if the last batch of goods from the automobile factory had been delivered, but she learned that Wang Yiyuan would be in Shanghai this year for the New Year. So he dragged Hu Xue to the printing factory together.

At that time, Shanghai had just experienced a heavy snowfall.Zhou Wanqiu couldn't stay in the office, and repeatedly suggested going out to play in the snow.

Hu Xue didn't really want to go out, and said, it's such a cold day, you can't freeze to death if you go out.It's not like I didn't miss it on the road just now, so I sat down in the office.Everyone talked and chatted, and it was warm and warm.

Zhou Wanqiu smiled and said, you are from the north of Shandong, so you may not be interested in snow.But Hu Xue, do you know that I haven’t seen such heavy snow in Shanghai for many years.

Wang Yiyuan didn't care about going to play in the snow.Unable to bear Zhou Wanqiu's nonsense, the three of them decided to go to the nearby Wujing Park to have a look.

Today's winter is extremely cold, obviously much colder than last year. Several heavy snowfalls have begun this month. According to the news, it is the coldest winter in Shanghai in decades.When we got out of the factory, we could see the streets, houses, and trees everywhere were covered with large expanses of white snow.

Wang Yiyuan was amazed, and said excitedly, in my impression, only I have seen such a heavy snow in the countryside when I was a child.

The same is true in Wujing Park, with thick snow piled up everywhere.It’s just that there are a lot of people playing in the snow happily. It’s the right time to make snowmen and have snowball fights.Thinking about it, in Shanghai, such a thick snow scene is probably rare for many years.

Wang Yiyuan was wearing a thick down jacket, pulled up and fastened his hat tightly, and then his whole body lay on the thick snow, and rolled around carefully on it.The creaking sound reminded Wang Yiyuan of the happy times when he was young, and his heart was filled with a kind of childlike joy.

The three of them worked together and rolled out a big snowball, which rolled all the way to the edge of the Huangpu River.Then the three of them yelled again, kicked the snowball into the Huangpu River with all their strength in unison.Seeing Xueqiu gradually submerged in the river, the three of them applauded.

The playground is also snow-white, and the artificial lake is covered with a thick layer of ice. Some naughty children are playing and playing on the lake, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time.

Some people will do business, take some used tires, modify them slightly, sit on them, and slide down a snow track opened on the edge of the rockery.Simple game, but it makes adults and children very excited.

Wang Yiyuan and the three of them couldn't help it, and sat down several times in a row.Hu Xue was quite happy at first, but then she accidentally fell out of the tire, and a small hole was cut in the palm of her hand by the icy balls, blood seeped out and flowed out, the pain was so painful that she couldn't help crying.

Zhou Wanqiu saw that Hu Xue's mood was obviously starting to get low, and said with a sneer, "Oh, I'm red now, I'm red now."Hu Xue, you will definitely make a fortune next year, and you will be popular.

Simply bandaged it with paper, and when Hu Xue's palm stopped bleeding, the three of them walked out of the park.Wang Yiyuan found a better restaurant in the town to eat hot pot.During the dinner, they talked about the past Chinese New Year. Zhou Wanqiu asked Wang Yiyuan, Lao Wang, how do you plan to spend the Chinese New Year this year?
Wang Yiyuan thought about it, and said honestly, I didn't think about it, maybe I should read a book in the factory like in previous years, it just happened to be clean.A few days ago, Wang Yiyuan called his elder sister and younger brother separately, knowing that they would not go back to celebrate the New Year, so he did not want to go back to his hometown this year.

Well, Lao Wang, with so many days of vacation and reading books every day, don't you want to be a nerd?Zhou Wanqiu fished out a piece of tofu and said with a smile, how about it, Hu Xue and I will go to Jing'an Temple to burn incense at twelve o'clock in the evening on New Year's Eve, why don't you go with us and celebrate the New Year together?

Hearing that the two of them were going to burn incense in Jing'an Temple, Wang Yiyuan's heart trembled suddenly, and he suddenly thought of Ashoka Temple in Ningbo.He immediately thought in his heart that he hadn't been there for almost three years, so he should go there.

So he said, thank you for your kindness.It suddenly occurred to me that I might have to go to Ningbo again in the next few days.

Hu Xue and Zhou Wanqiu looked at each other, wondering why Wang Yiyuan suddenly said that he was going to Ningbo because he didn't know what to say.But they smiled anyway.Hu Xue said, well, the weather is bad, so you have to be careful on the road.

After the meal, when Hu Xue and the others got on the bus, Wang Yiyuan turned around and went to the train ticket agency.He felt that it was inconvenient to take a car in such heavy snow weather, and it might be safer to take a train.

Unexpectedly, there are still train tickets from Shanghai South Railway Station to Ningbo.The middle-aged woman who sells the ticket said, young man, you are lucky, someone came to buy the one that was not there just now, and you just snatched it just because of this one refunded ticket.

On the afternoon of the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, Wang Yiyuan rushed to Ashoka Temple with a small bag and a few books with him.He first worshiped in the temple in turn, and then found the housekeeper monk who specially arranged for believers in the temple, and explained to him his intention and idea of ​​staying in the temple for a few days.

Unexpectedly, the housekeeper monk agreed immediately, saying that the Spring Festival was approaching, and there were not too many lay Buddhists coming, but the number of tourists who came to offer incense during the Spring Festival would definitely increase a lot, and the temple was short of manpower. He asked Wang Yiyuan if he would like to do some The work within one's ability is to do volunteer work.

The monk also said that everything in the monastery is supported by the ten directions. If you have nothing to do, living in the monastery will consume your blessings.Volunteering here can not only cultivate blessings for oneself in the process of volunteering, but also cultivate quietly.

Of course Wang Yiyuan agreed.In fact, there is not much to do as a volunteer. Every day, I mainly do some sanitation and order maintenance under the leadership of other lay Buddhists who are familiar with the temple.

The sound of firecrackers and fireworks outside the room came and went, one after another.Wang Yiyuan couldn't sleep, so he took a sip of hot water and simply put on his clothes and got out of bed.Without turning on the light, he carefully pushed the door open.

It is snowing outside.Large flakes of snowflakes fell from the dark sky one after another, and the mountains, rivers, fields, and villages were all shrouded in white snow.

Wang Yiyuan leaned against the door, tightened his clothes, and just quietly looked at the white world in front of him.

The heavenly fairy Jasper and Qiongyao, a little bit of flowers, pieces of goose feathers.The snow at night is deep and deep, and the snowflakes are in various shapes and crystal clear, as if they have countless emotions, and they are as turbulent as sea water, as if they can drown everything.

In the chaotic mountains and snowy night, a lonely stranger.

At night, I know the snow is heavy, and when I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.

Wang Yiyuan bent down, picked up a small ball of snowflakes, and carefully cared for them, a feeling of coolness spread all over his body.But before they got close to the face, most of them were melted by the residual heat from their hands.

The snow is still falling, silently.The snowflakes are getting denser and denser, scattered endlessly in the air.Pieces of dazzling pure white flaunted, and the air seemed to become extraordinarily fresh.Wang Yiyuan seemed to clearly see that the temptation to hide his head and show his tail, like a melting snowflake, slowly permeated a certain place in the deepest part of his heart.

The auspicious snow heralds a prosperous year.Wang Yiyuan thought, maybe, after this heavy snow, there will be a new spring, right?

(End of this chapter)