The snow hasn't stopped yet, but it has no tendency to get heavier.

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

A group of students were already playing on the school playground. Yang Yang was intrigued by them and began to pick up the snow on the bushes on the roadside.

While cooking, I started to call Zhule.

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

"It's early. Let's have dinner with Jiang Yu and the others now."

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

"Three cafeterias."

A few minutes later, Yang Yang rushed to the third cafeteria, bringing with him a solid snowball that he had picked out from his hand.

"Lao Yang, here, here!"

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

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

Yang Yang put the assembled snowballs on the table and teased Jiang Yu who was sitting opposite him.

"Jiang Yu, have you grown taller again? Even if you didn't raise your hand, I would have seen you as soon as I entered the cafeteria."

"I've grown a little taller. I thought it wouldn't grow any more." Jiang Yu scratched his head honestly and turned to take a peek at Cao Aiai beside him.

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

But his worries seemed to be completely unnecessary. Cao Aiai was not as interested in the height of her boyfriend as the snowball in front of Yang Yang.

"Why did you make this? You don't want to eat it, do you?"

"No, I'll go back for dinner. This snowball is purely for fun. I heard that it might be able to be balled into ice balls."

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

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

Cao Aai said, picking up Jiang Yu and leaving.

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

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

"If you don't want to eat, why do you come to see me?"

"I drank so much yesterday, how am I feeling today?"

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

"You didn't come here specifically to comfort me, right? I'll thank you first. After a drink, I saw a lot more clearly." Zhu Le continued to eat the meal with a sullen face.

Although he was not willing to accept such things as women, he also looked away.

With friends like Jiang Yu and Yang Yang, life would be the same whether they had girlfriends or not.

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

As Yang Yang spoke, he stretched out his hand to take the rice plate and chopsticks, as if he really wanted to feed him.

"Go away, is it disgusting for a grown man to do this?" Zhu Le dodged Yang Yang's attack, his face full of disgust.

"What if I asked Miaoshui to feed you? Would you also refuse?"

Yang Yang's retort made Zhu Le speechless.

After a while he replied:

"She doesn't like me? How could she do that... I said you wouldn't go out of your way to expose my scars."

"Revealing scars? No, no, is that what people do? I just went back to school to play with snowballs? I stopped by to visit the disabled."

Yang Yang played with the snowball in his hand, not caring whether Zhu Le could listen to it or not, so he kept talking to himself.

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

"It rarely snows in the south? Even if it does snow, it is like catkins. Although it is beautiful, it does not last long. It melts as soon as it falls on the ground. If you put it together? Will it turn into ice lumps as soon as you exert force?"

It’s impossible to make such a beautiful white snowball.”

Yang Yang became more energetic as he spoke and held the smooth snowball in front of Zhu Le to show him.

"Hey, the snow water is dripping on the plate. Are you deliberately not letting me eat?" Zhu Le took the plate away and sat on the other side of the table? He said angrily:

"Your hands are red from the cold. How about playing with a snowball? No one will say good things to you if you get frostbite from playing."

Zhule knew what the purpose of Yang Yang's visit today was, and he accepted it.

But some old incomprehensible words? People don’t know what he wants to express.

"In fact, sometimes life is very similar to the snow in the north. The grains look light and fluttering? Like the sand blown up in the desert? It makes people unpredictable? Sometimes you even squint your eyes."

"Life? Lao Yang, when did you become a bad old man? Start sighing about life." 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 was almost a middle-aged man of nearly forty years old. For most people, this was considered to have experienced more than half of their lives.

"The sand will pass faster the tighter you hold it, but snow will not. The snow in the north does not have the ice edges that symbolize the condensation of water like the snow in the south, but the fact that it is formed by condensation of water will never change.

The snow in the north is scattered, and so is life. If you don’t plan, organize, and shape it into the shape you want, it will melt after this winter. Only you can collect it and make some efforts to make it more beautiful.

Beautiful, even strong.”

Yang Yang played with the snowball in his hand. 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, held the last mouthful of rice in his mouth, looked at it thoughtfully, and subconsciously reached out to touch it.

"Students, please don't bring the snow to the cafeteria to play with. If it melts, the ground will be covered with water." The cleaning lady passing by the cafeteria said with disdain.

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

Zhule:……

…

After dinner, leave the canteen.

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

The first street lights on campus and the lights in the distance outside the school gate, because of the snow, are as romantic as talking on the phone.

"Yang Yang, please take your life back, your hands are so cold." Zhu Le held the snowball in his hand, and his hands could no longer bear it.

"Now it's your snowball. It's okay to have cold hands. No one can live a comfortable life all the time." Yang Yang waved his hand to express his rejection.

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

"Can't you just wear gloves? And after all the hard work, the snow will eventually melt." Zhu Le picked up one of his hands and looked at it. It was already covered with water stains after the snow melted.

It was icy, the cold wind was blowing, and the frozen people felt a bit of bone-chilling pain.

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

"You can't do this if you wear gloves, just like it's hard to make progress if you always stay in your comfort zone."

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

Yang Yang looked up at the street lamp, and the hand he put in his pocket began to feel hot and itchy.

On a whim, he used snowballs to suggest bamboo music.

To be honest, this approach is quite silly.

"Lao Yang, you said snowballs can be rolled into ice balls?"

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

It seems that it has deceived people into lameness.

"Probably, if you don't want it to melt, you can put it in the refrigerator."

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

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

…

At night, Miaoshui, who had already submitted his application form for military recruitment, deliberately came back late.

When I returned to the apartment, I couldn't see Zhu Le in the living room. The door to the room was closed. He probably didn't come back or was avoiding her.

No longer care whether Zhule is there or not.

Because it suddenly snowed today, the weather suddenly became cold.

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 Zhule won't touch her things, so she remembers clearly that the glutinous rice balls are placed on the first layer of the freezer area.

Only today, there is something extra on the dumpling bag.

"Um?"
To be continued...