The Wind Blows Fallen Leaves Chapter 42

first snow

The quiet days brought Shen Luo back from the noisy city and showed him unreservedly.

There are two kinds of winter, one is what we see now, and the other is what we will see in the future. The high-hanging warm sun and the slow wind have already filled the huge yard with cold air, leaving only a few footprints spinning in place.The curious Gongyou brought him the footprints of winter, which were loquat leaves on the trees, or he felt that life was too boring and wanted to walk around and look around.

Shen Luo stayed alone for a long time and gradually adapted to such a slow life. His heart became calmer and his eyes became much brighter.

Counting the days, it has already snowed twice, and now there is only a thin layer left, which can only be used as a snow-white cotton quilt to cover the vegetable garden.

On the night when she made up her mind to go back to school, An Yu called.

“You come back tomorrow.”

Shen Luo said calmly: “Yes.”

“I’ll pick you up.” An Yu didn’t want him to refuse, so she told him directly.

“It’s okay, no need, I can go back by myself.” Shen Luo always refused An Yu’s kindness to him, always ringing in his heart that he needed to repay his gratitude.

An Yu was obviously a little disappointed. He could feel the perfunctoriness these days. Even if he sent out a long speech, he only got a few words. He didn’t even think of it himself. The answer was already in front of him as soon as he opened the input method.

“It’s settled, I’ll pick you up at noon tomorrow.”

After saying that, he hung up the phone. He didn’t want to hear the sound of rejection.

Before the agreed time, Shen Luo was already ready to go. His habit of preparing for rainy days seemed careful to others, but he just didn’t want to be the one who dragged others down.

Time slipped away from Shen Luo’s eyes minute by minute, and finally the appointed time arrived. He stood in the wind and snow with his bag in hand, his cheeks turned red from the cold, and most of his clothes were stuck to the snow.

“You’ve been waiting for a long time, are you cold?”

An Yu held his hand, it was like holding an ice cube, without any warmth. The heating in the car was very strong, and it was not enough to warm him up for a while.

“It’s okay. My hands and feet get cold when winter comes. I’m used to it.”

Shen Luo likes to ride in his car because he can sleep peacefully, and sometimes there are some snacks on the seat, but now he has no appetite at all. An Yu drives very slowly and steadily, and there are very few people who even choose the road.

While waiting for the red light, An Yu looked at his sleeping profile and remembered how he looked when he was sitting under the eaves.

A yellowish light illuminated him warmly. He put on his pajamas and put the quilt around him on the lounge chair. After he nestled in, he covered himself with a square quilt. The wall behind him was inlaid with tiles painted with plum blossoms, and the corners were covered with spider webs.There is a wooden table on hand, with only a teapot on it. It looks a bit old, and if you look closely, it still has some heat.

Shen Luo poured out a cup of hot water and did not drink it. He just left it there and watched the snowflakes falling from the sky into his eyes and into the cup.

I didn’t drink it until the heat in the cup was no longer so strong. I kept praying in my heart, hoping that this cup of fresh snow could take away the pain of typhoid fever and leave only health and joy.

He sat for a long time that night, and the rocking chair was gently rocked by the wind, coaxing him to half-close and half-awake. He was nestled under the wooden table, the hanging quilt corners were draped over him, and Shen Luo’s eyelashes were played like piano keys.

At the same time, An Yu asked for the address from Liang Qian and stood outside the door. Through a large red iron door, she could only see him lying there quietly through the crack in the door.

“I feel relieved to see you well.”

An Yu sat in the car and watched the first snowfall with him. The yard became completely dark, and the sound of busy footsteps was followed by the breathing of the earth.

Near dawn, An Yu went to school. No one knew where he went last night. Only Liang Qian noticed that he was a little depressed.

“How is he?”

An Yu told him drowsily, “It looks good.”

Liang Qian was relieved and sat in front of him as if riding a horse. He said enthusiastically: “He is just like a donkey. He eats soft things and not hard things. But sometimes he doesn’t like hard things and you can’t do anything about him. However, he has a bad memory and forgets it after a while. He is especially easy to coax at that time.”

“Hmm.” Liang Qian chattered a lot, and An Yu couldn’t hear what he said, so he just hummed.

Later, An Yu would visit him every night, just looking at him through the crack in the door. Occasionally when it snowed, one would sit in front of the door and the other would hide behind the door.

Before leaving, the wheels were half flooded.

When Shen Luo woke up, the car was already parked in the garage. He didn’t know when it stopped. An Yu was not in the car. Shen Luo got out of the car, his face was hot from the stuffiness, and he turned around. An Yu was talking on the phone not far away. When he saw Shen Luo woke up, he hung up the phone in a hurry.

After walking for so many days, the house was still spotless, but there were a few more things on the balcony. Shen Luo didn’t rush to look at it, but put on comfortable home clothes first. His clothes were all dark colors, and bright colors were rarely seen, but An Yu liked to see him wearing bright clothes. There were also a lot of new clothes in the wardrobe, which Shen Luo had never worn or touched.

There is a succulent plant placed on the balcony. Each piece is pieced together like a glass bead. When the sun shines directly, it makes people unable to open their eyes. It emits a faint air-conditioning at night.

“This is a newly bred variety. It is beautiful and has strong vitality, just like you.”

An Yu tilted her head and looked back and forth. Shen Luo didn’t say anything. An Yu thought he didn’t like it and said, “If you don’t like this, I’ll find you something more beautiful next time.”

“No, it’s beautiful, but it doesn’t look like me.”

An Yu disagreed, took it in his hand and played with it carefully, and then told him, “It’s only beautiful when it looks like you.”