Entertainment life from early spring

The winter morning is just like every other day.

After a soft sound of the door handle touching the wall, the trash can reluctantly opened its mouth under Lin Yuliang's step and swallowed the empty milk carton that had long been tired of eating. It seemed that he planned to carry out this protest to the end, even if Lin Yuliang

He had already moved his feet away, but its lid still refused to close, silently protesting to him.

"It's full... When is the recyclable garbage day... It should be today, right?" Lin Yuliang squatted on the ground, opened the lid of the trash can and sealed the garbage bags filled with empty milk cartons.

Tie it up and put it in the hallway. Another tied garbage bag is filled with the outer packaging bag of toast bread. There is no other waste waiting to go with it.

I washed my hands and returned to the round table with an empty cup on the balcony. I tore off a corner of the toast and chewed it in my mouth. I reached out and touched the frost that had slightly melted on the window, revealing the hidden scenery outside the window.

The ice on the eaves outside shone with crystal clear light. Looking into the distance through the smoke that had not dissipated in mid-air, the high-rise buildings that were clearly visible in the past also looked hazy now.

The leaves downstairs that blocked the sunlight from entering the room in midsummer had completed their mission before the winter solstice and retired gloriously, leaving the bare branches to carry the heavy burden left by last night's snowstorm. The pine trees beside the road were covered with thin and thin branches.

There are long ice strips, and the streets have already been covered with a layer of ice.

Thin ice. From time to time, pedestrians fall and flip over, with a painful expression on their faces. They groan a few times and get up to pick up things scattered on the ground or dust snowflakes from their clothes. Although their actions before the fall are different, after the fall,

They all come back and stamp their feet on the ice to express their dissatisfaction.

I just chewed the edge of the bread and watched the people passing by outside the window. I waited until the sun was almost in the middle, then I got up, rinsed the plate with only the bread in clean water, and put it on the shelf to dry.

I wanted to check the gas out of habit, but my hand froze as soon as it touched the switch on the stove, and my eyes were covered with a layer of water mist called memories. I withdrew my hand, picked up the dust on my fingertips, and ran to the bathroom to hold it.

I poured a handful of water on my face and rubbed it vigorously twice.

He raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror with his bangs over his eyebrows and covering his eyes: "Even if you know it's someone else's memory... you can't change your living habits. Even though you have never experienced things, your body and memory are profound.

Remember..."

Wetting his hands under the faucet, he rubbed his hair that was blown up by the static electricity on his sweater, and scratched it to make it look less messy: "Let's go tidy it up... I have something to do tomorrow...

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After getting dressed, he opened the door and held it with his feet to prevent it from closing. He picked up two bags of garbage and said, "Grandma, I'm leaving." He was about to say out loud, but he suppressed it in his throat with his fingers.

After hooking the door handle and closing the door, Lin Yuliang turned around and walked towards the door of the apartment after the click of the code lock automatically locking.

The sun shines through the thin clouds and shines on the white grass beside the road, reflecting silver light that makes people's eyes dazzle. The snow on the sidewalks and roads has been cleared by snow plows and sanitation workers to both sides of the road. Under the sunshine,

It ends its life under the sun, melts into water and flows into the city's drainage system. After many purifications, it finally turns into gray water for car washing or irrigation and reappears in the sun.

Just like water has its source, memories naturally do not arise out of thin air. Even if they are false, they must have their source. Lin Yuliang's original trip to the imperial capital was precisely to confirm what he believed.

In a certain alley in the imperial capital, Lin Yuliang stood at the entrance of the alley and watched blankly as her grandma, who was more than 20 years younger, walked into the alley quickly, knocked on the door of a house, exchanged a few words with the head of the household who opened the door, and then immediately

He left. Finally, he entered the house amidst the invitation of a family. Not long after, he walked out with a half-grown man's ears twisted in one hand and the other, while bowing and thanking the family, he moved his hands back and forth.

"Ah, be gentle, grandma, be gentle. I haven't finished reading this part yet!" The child's screams of pain echoed in the alley, causing the neighbors to open their doors and look out curiously.

It didn't matter, the two and a half boys' cries of pain became even more intense, and grandma was still scolding her. It wasn't until they passed by Lin Yuliang that he finally heard the familiar words: "The dramatist

They are liars, those who act are lunatics, and those who watch theater are fools. You two brothers are so stupid. When you went out, you agreed that you would be back by dinner time. What time is it now? The programs nowadays are not good, and the TV is

You will die, he will die, this will make you unable to even take care of food?!"

"Mom, what's the use of scolding the two of them? They are still children."

The voice of the middle-aged man next to him made Lin Yuliang's body stiffen. He slowly turned his head and looked at the familiar face of the middle-aged man. His lips kept trembling but he couldn't say a word.

The middle-aged man looked Lin Yuliang up and down with strange eyes, smiled kindly at him, and said nothing. He took a few steps forward with the transparent plastic bag in his hand. With his free hand, he rubbed a little boy vigorously.

The top of his head, but he hesitated for a few seconds when he wanted to rub the top of the other boy's head, and finally put it on top and rubbed it gently for a few times before immediately pulling away.

Lin Yuliang, who was supposed to watch them leave, when he saw the familiar small cup in the transparent plastic bag, he rubbed the back of his left hand hard against the rough bark and brick wall next to him, and the wounds appeared in the form of slices.

Bright red blood suddenly appeared. He took out his wallet with his right hand and ran forward to pat the middle-aged man's shoulder, pointing to the cup in the bag: "Uncle, can I buy this bottle of wine?"

He raised the bleeding wound on his left hand in front of the middle-aged man, and took out a banknote with his right hand: "I just came to the Imperial City and I'm not familiar with it. I don't know where there are pharmacies and small shops. I'll give you the money, I'll use it for emergencies."

Disinfect it."

"Don't worry, just forget about the money. I originally planned to drink some and use it for fish. I'll buy it later." He waved to the grandfather and grandson who had stopped to go first. He took out the cup from the bag and handed it to Lin Yuliang.

Then he took off the lid and poured it into his hand. He took a breath of cold air and his cheeks twitched: "Doesn't it hurt? Just pour it..."

Lin Yuliang held the cup in his hand and lowered his head as if he was inspecting the wound carefully: "It's okay...but drink less, uncle..."

"Huh?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment because of Lin Yuliang's inexplicable words, but then he smiled kindly: "Hey, it's a small drink to make you happy, so don't drink too much."

"Um"

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The biting cold wind in winter awakened Lin Yuliang from his meditation. Unknowingly, he walked to the Han River. The cold wind was so cold that even the H River began to feel cold. He used last night's snowflakes as filler to cover himself with a layer of ice.

The coat was in pieces, and the body that was constantly in motion gradually stiffened and came to a standstill.

Lin Yuliang held on to the fence and looked at the unfinished high-rise buildings on the other side of the river. The hot air sprayed out from his mouth and nostrils condensed into white mist and dissipated in the air. He stroked his left wrist with his right hand, which Lin Yuner said was

They gave the watch as a gift together, but they had no memory of it and murmured to themselves: "Sure enough... you have to pay a price for change..."