My wife was reborn before me

Chapter 321 Snow in the North
The snow has not stopped, but there is no tendency to get bigger.

The vegetation inside and outside the university has been covered with a coat of white snow.

A group of students had already started playing on the playground in the school, Yang Yang was aroused by them, and started to collect snow from the bushes on the side of the road.

While squeezing, he started to call Zhu Le.

"Old Zhu, are you out of class now?"

"Get off early, now have dinner with Jiang Yu and the others."

"Which cafeteria, I'll go there now."

"Three canteens."

A few minutes later, Yang Yang rushed to the third canteen, along with the solid snowball in his hand.

"Lao Yang, here, here!"

As soon as Jiang Yu saw Yang Yang coming in, he greeted him.

The two sat opposite Zhu Le, and Yang Yang naturally sat on the empty seat next to Zhu Le.

Yang Yang put the rolled snowball on the table, and casually teased Jiang Yu who was sitting opposite.

"Jiang Yu, you won't grow taller again, even if you don't raise your hand, I will see you as soon as I enter the cafeteria."

"It's a little bit taller, I thought it wouldn't grow any more." Jiang Yu scratched his head honestly, then turned to peek at Cao Aiai beside him.

This stupid guy is really afraid of growing taller, what will his girlfriend do if he doesn't want him.

But his worry seems to be completely superfluous, Cao Aiai's interest in her boyfriend's height is not as great as the snowball in front of Yang Yang.

"What are you doing with this thing? It's not because you want to eat it."

"No, I'll go back to have dinner. This snowball is purely for group play. I heard that it might become a hockey puck."

Yang Yang answered Cao Aiai's words half-jokingly, but Cao Aiai took it seriously.

"Ice hockey? It sounds very interesting, Jiang Yu, let's go make one too."

Cao Aiai said, pulled Jiang Yu up and left.

Jiang Yu had no choice but to look at Yang Yang apologetically, and then let Cao Aiai pull him away from the cafeteria.

After the two left, only Yang Yang and Zhu Le were left.

"If you don't eat, what can you do to come to me?"

"I drank so much wine yesterday, how do you feel today?"

With a snowball in his hand, Yang Yang chatted with Zhu Le casually.

"You didn't come here to comfort me, did you? I thank you in advance. After drinking a meal, I saw a lot." Zhu Le continued to eat with a sullen face.

Although women are not reconciled to things like this, he also looks away.

With friends like Jiang Yu and Yang Yang, it doesn't matter whether they have girlfriends or not.

"You can still eat in the mood. It seems that you are fine. I thought you couldn't eat, so I planned to feed you myself."

As Yang Yang said, he reached out to pick up the plate and chopsticks, as if he really wanted to feed him.

"Go away, is it disgusting for a big man to do this?" Zhu Le avoided Yang Yang's attack with disgust on his face.

"If I asked Miaoshui to feed you, would you refuse?"

Zhu Le was speechless when Yang Yang said a word.

After a while, he replied:
"She doesn't like me, how could she do that...I said you wouldn't come here to expose my scars."

"Exposing scars? No, no, that's what people do. I just go back to school to play snowballs and visit the disabled by the way."

Yang Yang was playing with the snowball in his hand, he didn't care whether Zhu Le could listen to it or not, he started talking on his own.

"Let me tell you, the snow in the north is much more interesting than the snow in the south."

"It seldom snows in the south, and even when it does snow, the pieces are like catkins. Although they are beautiful, they don't last long. They melt as soon as they hit the ground. If you clump them together, they will turn into ice lumps with force. It is simply impossible to form such a beautiful white snowball."

Yang Yang worked hard while speaking, and held the sleek snowball in front of Zhu Le for him to see.

"Hey, the snow has dripped onto the plate, why don't you let me eat on purpose." Zhu Le took the plate away, sat on the other side of the table, and said angrily:
"Hands are red from the cold. If you play a snowball, no one will say hello if you get chilblains."

Zhu Le knew the purpose of Yang Yang's visit today, and he accepted it.

But the old inexplicable words made people wonder what he wanted to express.

"In fact, sometimes life is very similar to the snow in the north. It looks like grains of light and fluttering, like sand blown up in the desert. It makes people unpredictable, and sometimes they even squint their eyes."

"Life? When did you become a bad old man, Lao Yang, and you sighed and started to live." Zhu Le was a little surprised that Yang Yang actually talked to him about the philosophy of life.

Yang Yang smiled. Counting the days after his rebirth, he is almost a middle-aged man who is nearly 40 years old. For most people, this is considered to have experienced more than half of his life.

"The tighter you hold the sand, the faster it will flow away, but the snow will not. The snow in the north does not have the ice edge that symbolizes the condensation of water like the snow in the south, but it is formed by the condensation of water, which will never change.

The snow in the north itself is scattered, and life is the same. You don’t plan, organize, and shape it into the shape you want. Finally, after this winter, it melts. Only you collect them, make some efforts, and make more Beautiful, even strong. "

Yang Yang played with the snowball in his hand, and the snowball had completely turned into a pure white sphere with a moist and smooth surface, reflecting the lights on the ceiling of the cafeteria.

Zhu Le, who was born in the south, had the last mouthful of rice in his mouth. He aimed his eyes at it, thoughtfully, and subconsciously reached out to touch it.

"Students, don't bring snow to play in the cafeteria, the ground will be full of water after it melts." said the aunt who passed by the cafeteria cleaner with disgust.

"No, I didn't play, he wanted to play." Yang Yang slipped the snowball into Zhu Le's hand.

Bamboo Music: ...

……

After dinner, leave the cafeteria.

Night has fallen, and the snow has lightened a bit, but it is still falling.

The street lights on the campus and the lights in the distance outside the school gate, because this snow reveals a romance like a phone call.

"Yang Yang, take your life back, it's so fucking cold." Zhu Le held the snowball in his hands, and his hands couldn't stand it anymore.

"Now it's your snowball. It's right to have cold hands. No one's life is always comfortable." Yang Yang waved his hand to express his refusal.

Just as Zhu Le was about to talk about Yang Yang, he found that his hands were already red and hot from the cold, and they were swollen around at some point.

"Can't you wear gloves? And it takes so much effort, the snow will eventually melt." Zhu Le picked up his hand and looked at it, it was already full of water stains after the snow melted.

It's icy, the cold wind blows, and the frozen person has a bit of pain.

"Only when the temperature of the hand slowly melts the surface of the snowball can it become smooth and the inside become solid."

"You can't do that with gloves on, just like it's hard to improve if you stay in your comfort zone."

"Snowballs will melt, so it's very similar to life. People are bound to die. Just do what you want. Don't worry about whether it is meaningful or not, or that it is meaningful in itself."

Yang Yang looked up at the street lamp, his hand in his pocket was already hot and itchy.

He also used snowballs to imply Zhu Le on a whim.

It's kind of silly to be honest.

"Lao Yang, you said that snowballs can be kneaded into ice hockey?"

Fortunately, this guy is not very smart in this regard.

It seems that people have been limped.

"Probably, you can put it in the refrigerator even if it disappears."

"It's getting late, my wife is waiting for me to go home for dinner."

Yang Yang, who felt a little prickly in his conscience, ran away after saying a few words.

……

At night, Miaoshui, who had submitted the conscription application form, came back deliberately late.

Back in the apartment, Zhu Le was nowhere to be seen in the living room, the door of the room was closed, probably not coming back, or avoiding her.

It doesn't matter whether Zhu Le is there or not.

Because it suddenly snowed today, the weather suddenly cooled down.

Miaoshui wanted to eat something hot, and remembered that there were some quick-frozen glutinous rice balls in the refrigerator.

She usually only eats sweets, and Zhu Le won't touch her things, so she clearly remembers that the glutinous rice balls are placed on the first layer of the freezer.

It's just that today, there is an extra thing on the glutinous rice ball bag.

"Ok?"

Giant glutinous rice balls?snowball?Is it ice hockey?
Miaoshui picked up the snowball, looked at it, smelled it, and touched it with the tip of her tongue.

When it touches the tip of the tongue, there is a hint of ice-sweetness, similar to ice cubes, and it should have no taste in itself.

So she put it back casually, took her own glutinous rice balls, and prepared to cook them.

After a few minutes.

Wisps of water vapor continuously floated out of the room, gradually covering the living room.

Hiding in the room, Zhu Le browsed the forums on the school website with her mobile phone.

Inadvertently, he discovered that the conscription of students in the school had already started.

Thinking of what Yang Yang said to him today, he turned on Penguin on his phone and sent a message in the high school dormitory group.

Laozhu: What do you think about me going to be a soldier?

Xu Feng: Why do you want to be a soldier all of a sudden? Lao Yang doesn’t want you anymore?

Lao Yang: As long as it is your own decision, I support it, and I did not ask here.

Jiang Yu: I finally look like a man, hurry up and apply.

Lao Zhu: Ai Ai, you snatched Lao Jiang's cell phone again, that's too much.

Jiang Yu: If you want to take care of it, the people in my family are willing to do so, so you can't take care of it.

Old Bamboo: ...

Xu Feng: ...

Lao Yang: ╮(╯▽╰)╭

(End of this chapter)