"It's snowing heavily," Mrs. Li said suddenly.

Nance turned around and looked out.

The light dimly illuminated the window, and heavy snow fell from the sky, like fluff spilled from a velvet quilt.

It was a cold winter night in the mountain village. Amidst the sound of the wind blowing in my ears, I seemed to be able to hear the sound of icicles falling to the ground in the distance.

"I haven't felt so relaxed in a long time." Mrs. Li held her cheek with her fingertips and sighed: "It would be great if Qinglian is here. The whole family eats together, this is what home is like..."

Li Qingxian snorted and turned his nostrils towards Nance with contempt: "Who wants to be a family member with him?"

All right.

Nance retracted his previous description.

A little hedgehog is still a little hedgehog, and you must not be soft-hearted when training it in the future.

"Don't be so rude when you are happy!" Mrs. Li reached out and pinched her daughter's little face, "If you do this again, mom will give you etiquette lessons. Although mom has almost forgotten it, you can learn it.

When it reaches one point, it’s one point…”

Li Qingxian glanced at his mother and opened his mouth: "Ha~"

She is full.

Then, I started to feel sleepy.

Not to mention my biological mother, even if the lazy monarch Belial came, she didn't bother to pay attention.

Nance looked at Mrs. Li: "I will teach her well in the future."

"Ah, thank you very much!" Mrs. Li clasped her hands together and smiled softly at him.

Under the table, Li Qingxian stretched out his foot and kicked him lazily.

The snow outside the window continues to fall.

In the warm house, corn and sweet potatoes were roasted over charcoal fire, emitting a sweet aroma.

At midnight, after eating, Mrs. Li tidied up the living room and went back to the house to sleep.

Susha shook her body, held a cigarette in her mouth, picked up her clothes and walked to the bathroom.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Nance called her to stop.

"Of course I'm going to take a shower."

"Is it okay if I don't wash it?"

Susha turned her red face and looked at Nance as if she were an endangered animal: "If you don't wash yourself, why don't you help me wipe my body? You idiot!"

"I used to have a friend who also liked drinking." Nance raised his head slightly, "One night when I was having dinner with him, he drank a whole bottle of whiskey in one go and was still conscious enough to go home and take a shower alone. Only

But when he was found in the bathroom the next morning, his body temperature had already dropped."

Susha chuckled and blew out a smoke ring: "Is his funeral grand?"

"Eighteen years of age give one water black, which is quite impressive."

"A worthy death!"

Nance pursed her lips slightly and looked at her gray-white high ponytail.

"Listen, you stinky brother!" Susha raised her hand, blew him a kiss, and said with a smile: "You are the salt of the earth."

"Um?"

Nance encountered a knowledge blind spot.

"If the salt fails, you should replace it with something else." Susha said, using her nails to pick away the oil stains on her mouth, the young woman tilted her head and looked up at the ceiling, "I will die tomorrow, please use it within a limited time.

Enjoy what you love to the fullest, and then die vigorously."

Sometimes she is Su Zhishen.

Sometimes it's Su Daiyu.

Therefore, she can either pull up the weeping willows upside down with her jade, or she can be wise and sad and bury flowers.

A mysterious woman.

"Go and wash, go and wash!" Nance waved his hand like he was shooing away flies, "I will make your funeral very grand, so you can go with peace of mind."

"Love you."

A faint smile appeared on that charming face.

Susha turned around, picked up the cigarette with a slightly trembling hand and took a puff. A wisp of cold wind blowing from the gap in the window passed through her gray hair, and then disappeared in the darkness.

The living room became quiet.

There is still a faint smell of soy sauce in the air, the red flames in the fire pit are swaying quietly, and the turbid liquid in the wine glass is shining with crystal clear luster... Li Qingxian is like a cat, lazily lying on the floor, whispering

Opening: "In Matthew Chapter 5, God stood on the mountain and taught his disciples, saying: "You are the salt of the world. If the salt has lost its taste, how can you make it salty again? It will be useless in the future, but it will be thrown away.

Outside, I’m being trampled on.”

Nance looked back at her but said nothing.

"I was too lazy to say it, but you are so stupid that I can't stand it." Li Qingxian lazily held his chin with one hand and raised his gaze slightly, "What Sister Su just said in her heart is that the salt has expired, and hope and beauty have been crushed.

, no one can support oneself and continue to live on it.”

"What do you think?"

"I highly agree. Reality and illusion, hardship and absurdity, human beings will be swallowed up by unknown fear step by step."

"what do you know?"

"No, I just feel world-weary."

"..."

Nance smiled and leaned over, reaching out and patting her head.

"Hey, uncle, don't move your hands or feet!" Li Qingxian's pupils shrank, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"Why don't you talk to dad today?"

"forget."

"Prefer not to say?"

"You're so annoying."

"It's your dad after all."

"He always makes me angry and chills me time and time again! What's even more abominable is that he himself is not apologetic at all, don't you think? You can see what happened today. He doesn't even take the initiative to talk to you.

Let me say hello!" Li Qingxian shouted for a while, then gasped slightly.

There was silence in the living room for a long time. Nance stretched his legs tiredly, and his feet touched a few onion rings that fell on the floor. He took the onion rings over, peeled them and played with them, and said to Li Qingxian: "You are really incompetent.

Don't forgive him so quickly."

Li Qingxian put his hands on the floor, raised his upper body slightly, and looked close to him: "Uncle, what should I do?"

"Grow up quickly."

"Will life be less difficult when you grow up?"

"No!" Nance held the onion in one hand and touched her head with the other hand, "It's always like this!"

Li Qingxian did not prick him with a thorn this time. He just shook his head in a depressed mood: "Then Qingxian doesn't want to grow up."

"Everyone has to grow up. Even if you don't want to grow up, you have to grow up. There is no other way." Nance said with a smile. "The more painful hardships are still far in the future. You have to face them even if you don't want to face them. The so-called life is nothing more than

It is a process of constant loss. Very precious things will slip from your hands one after another. The only thing to be thankful for is that you are not the only one who is suffering. Everyone is equally unlucky."

Li Qingxian sniffed, looked up at him with a tear-streaked face, and hummed, "You're just trying to comfort people like this?"

"What else?" Nance took his hands away from her head and spread them on both sides, "To be honest, I'm not good at dealing with rebellious little girls. If you think it's not enough, can I get you some more food?"

"The meat you roast is delicious." Li Qingxian rarely used an admiring tone towards him, "You used to roast it often?"

"I rarely bake it. The reason why it tastes good this time is probably because I put my emotions into it and bake it seriously."

"It turns out to be feelings. No wonder I feel like crying now."

"No!" Nance picked up the onions in his hand, "That's why you want to cry."

"..."

Li Qingxian was confused for a long time.

It wasn't until Nance yawned so sleepily that she sighed quietly, stared at him and said, "Uncle, you are really strange. I can't figure out what kind of person you are. Sometimes you are a downright serious person.

Sometimes he's like an absurdist with no boundaries; sometimes he's a bad guy who doesn't see the suffering in the world, and sometimes he's a murderous evil man, uncle..."

Having said this, the girl leaned forward slightly and held her hands in front of her chest.

Those clear eyes flashed with strange light, and they implored sincerely and curiously: "Uncle, can you let me read your heart?"

"cannot."
To be continued...