“This is white. Whose is it if it’s not mine?
“Principal, you are too naive. Haven’t you ever thought that maybe this chessboard is full of my chess pieces?”
Zhang Baiqing looked at him in disbelief: “The black one is yours, and the white one is yours, so what the hell am I supposed to play with?”
Jiang Qin raised his head when he heard the sound: “Yes, then what else are you playing?”
“????”
After Zhang Baiqing heard the word “you”, his hair stood up instantly. He immediately looked back and confirmed that there were only two of them in his office, and the trembling feeling in his heart became even stronger.
There’s not even a ghost here. Why is this guy talking about you all of a sudden?
“Snowing?”
“Damn it, it’s really snowing.”
“The first snow in 2010 came later than usual…”
In the early morning, Jiang Qin woke up from his warm bedroom and couldn’t help but feel the chill from the outside world. He immediately wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, sat up at a 45-degree angle, and looked out the window.
I don’t know when it was, but Linchuan received its first snowfall this year. Looking out the window, it was already completely white. It probably started in the middle of the night.
Sometimes the winter on the calendar is not called winter, but the winter when it actually snows is called winter.
Just like it’s spring when the flowers bloom, summer when the cicadas chirp, and autumn when the trees turn yellow, today’s sudden snow has successfully dragged Linchuan into the cold winter season.
Jiang Qin huddled under the quilt and couldn’t help but think of his childhood.
At that time, the village had not yet moved collectively to Hongrong Homestead, and everyone lived in bungalows. In order to keep warm, every household had a large stove in the main room, which would burn brightly red in the winter. As long as you used tongs to poke it A couple times and you’re bound to find a roasted sweet potato or two.
Use tongs to pick one out and peel off the hot skin. The inside is already soft and glutinous, and the mouth is charred and sweet.
Sure enough, it would be a waste not to light up the stove and roast sweet potatoes in this weather.
Jiang Qin sat on the bed and thought for a while, successfully thinking that he was hungry. He was about to get up and buy a baked sweet potato to satisfy his craving, when he saw a call from Yuan Youqin.
Every year when the temperature drops, my mother will make this call, telling her to wear more clothes, especially cotton pants.
If you dare to say anything about not wearing clothes, Yuan Youqin will add that it is you who will suffer when you grow old!
It is said that the child of a distant relative of their Lao Jiang family can only use a wheelchair because he did not wear cotton pants in winter. However, there is no way to verify which relative it is. I have only heard this from my mother since I was a child.
“You must wear cotton pants, you hear me? Also, I sent two quilts to You You. They have arrived. Remember to pick them up. One of them is for Nan Shu.”
“I have a quilt.”