Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

Another three months have passed.

Winter has arrived.

The city of Wuhan welcomed its first heavy snowfall of the year.

The snow is falling heavily.

The streets of the old town were covered with a thick layer of snow.

It was cold in the basement.

Xu Qing bought a second-hand small electric heater for eighty yuan.

He was warming his hands in front of the heater.

The computer screen displays the backend page of the Endless Literature Network.

The system popped up.

[Host, based on the temperature readings, you have a very high probability of catching a cold.]

We recommend that you buy a brand-name, warm down jacket instead of using this inferior heater.

Xu Qing picked up the enamel mug on the table and took a sip of cool boiled water.

"What do you know? This is about fighting the consumerist trap."

The system went silent.

A penguin icon in the lower right corner of the computer suddenly started flashing.

Xu Qing only logs into this Penguin account once a year.

He moved the mouse and clicked on the flashing avatar.

Her online name is "This Queen Doesn't Eat Fish".

This was the method of contact that Luo Qianyu had used through persistent persuasion back then.

This diva doesn't eat fish: Are you there?

Xu Qing typed on the keyboard: Say.

This queen doesn't eat fish: I just checked the weather forecast for Jiangcheng.

This diva doesn't eat fish: it will be -5 degrees Celsius tomorrow night.

Xu Qing glanced at the snowflakes drifting outside the window.

Xu Qing: So? You want to order me a hot pot delivery?

This diva doesn't eat fish: I don't want to eat hot pot.

This diva doesn't eat fish: Xu Qing, let's be together.

Xu Qing looked at the line of text on the screen.

He stopped typing.

The orange-red light from the heater shone on his face.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard for about three seconds.

Then he typed a line of text.

Xu Qing: Who confesses their love on QQ?

Luo Qianyu on the other side had obviously been sitting in front of the computer the whole time.

Messages are replied to instantly.

This diva doesn't eat fish: Then hurry up and use WeChat!

Xu Qing picked up her phone from the table.

A new message popped up on the WeChat interface.

It was sent by the person with the pink starfish profile picture.

Patrick Star: Xu Qing, let's be together!

Xu Qing put her legs up on the table with the missing corner.

He typed on the screen with one hand.

Xu Qing: Okay.

The other side of the dialog box displayed "The other party is typing" for a full minute.

Finally, a few messages were sent over.

Patrick: You just agreed like that?

Patrick: How can you be so unromantic!

Patrick: I prepared a three-page essay.

Patrick Star: I haven't sent it yet!

Xu Qing leaned back in her chair.

Xu Qing: Then send it to me.

Patrick Star: I'm not sending it anymore.

Patrick: I'll save this for when we argue later, to use against you.

Patrick: See you at the Old Town intersection tomorrow at 5 PM.

Patrick Star: I want to inspect the goods!

Xu Qing stared at the screen, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

Xu Qing: What goods are you inspecting?

Patrick Star: Let's see if you have three heads and six arms.

Patrick: Stop talking nonsense and be on time.

Xu Qing placed her phone face down on the table.

This relationship seemed to develop naturally, and they ended up together.

There were no clichéd arguments or entanglements.

He walked up to the broken mirror and glanced at it.

My hair has gotten a bit long.

His stubble was also quite noticeable.

But this is not important.

He turned around, went back to the bed, and went straight to sleep.

The next day, in the evening.

This was their first time meeting in person.

It's exactly five o'clock.

The intersections in the old town were deserted.

The snow has stopped.

The snow on the ground had been trampled and frozen.

A cold wind blew in through my collar.

Xu Qing was wearing that faded, worn-out jacket.

He stood under the lamppost.

He was chewing a piece of mint-flavored gum.

He put his hands in his pockets.

A clear horn sounded from the corner of the road not far away.

Xu Qing turned her head to look over.

A pink electric scooter was slowly driving by.

The wheels left two shallow tracks on the snow.

The electric scooter came to a steady stop in front of Xu Qing.

The person riding the bicycle was Luo Qianyu.

At this time, Luo Qianyu was already a second-tier actress heavily promoted by Xinghuang Entertainment.

But her current style of dress is extremely unconventional.

She was fully armed.

She was wearing a woolen hat.

She had a thick cashmere scarf wrapped around her neck.

The scarf completely covered the lower half of her face.

He was wearing an extremely bulky white down jacket.

He looked like a perfectly round ball.

You wouldn't recognize her as a glamorous female celebrity who appears on TV every day.

Xu Qing chewed his gum and looked her up and down.

"Is this the kind of treatment big stars receive when they go out?"

"Your Sister Hong won't even provide you with a nanny van?"

Luo Qianyu kicked the kickstand off the electric scooter.

She jumped out of the car and stomped her foot.

She pulled the thick scarf over her face down a little, revealing a pair of big eyes.

"What do you know?"

"I did this to avoid the paparazzi."

"If I were to travel by van, tomorrow's top trending topic would be Luo Qianyu's rendezvous with a mysterious homeless man."

Xu Qing snorted.

"tramp?"

"I bought this outfit just two years ago."

Luo Qianyu rolled her eyes at him.

She reached out and patted Xu Qing's clothes twice.

"A tattered jacket, and he's not even wearing a sweater underneath."

Aren't you cold?

Xu Qing spat out the chewing gum from her mouth.

He wrapped it in a tissue and threw it into the nearby trash can.

"I can withstand the cold."

The two of them stood at the intersection.

The first time we met in person after confirming our relationship was strangely awkward.

The wind blew through the empty streets.

Luo Qianyu looked up at Xu Qing.

Xu Qing looked down at Luo Qianyu.

"Let's go," Xu Qing said.

Luo Qianyu asked, "Where to?"

Xu Qing pointed to the street ahead.

"Walking around the streets."

Luo Qianyu's eyes widened.

She glanced at the frozen snow on the ground.

"Are you serious?"

Xu Qing put his hands back into his pockets.

"You can also choose to ride your electric scooter back yourself."

Luo Qianyu was so angry she wanted to bite her teeth.

She pushed the little pink electric scooter, following beside Xu Qing.

The two walked side by side down the street.

The background is an empty street.

The dim yellow light from the streetlights shone on the ground.

The reflection made the road surface look somewhat mottled.

Most of the old shops on both sides of the street have closed down.

There is no one in the picture.

Only two long shadows were cast on the snow.

The shadow on the left is very tall and looks somewhat thin.

That's Xu Qing.

The shadow on the right is short, a small blob.

That was Luo Qianyu, who had wrapped herself up very thickly.

Luo Qianyu suddenly stopped.

She took out her phone.

"Stand still and don't move."

Xu Qing turned to look at her.

"What are you doing?"

Luo Qianyu opened the camera function on her phone.

She aimed at the two shadows on the ground.

"Let's take a picture to remember this," Luo Qianyu said.

She moved closer to Xu Qing.

The small shadow on the ground immediately moved closer to the tall shadow next to it.

The short shadow stretched out a hand.

He made a big "V" sign at the streetlight.

The two shadows were very close together.

The "V" sign landed squarely on the head of the tall shadow next to him.

Although there were only two shadows.

But the playfulness and warmth that overflowed from the screen were especially noticeable on a cold winter night.

Luo Qianyu pressed the shutter button several times in a row.

She looked at the photos in her phone's album and nodded in satisfaction.

She put her phone back in her pocket.

In the photo, Luo Qianyu is fully armed, with a thick scarf wrapped around her face.

She looked up at Xu Qing.

He didn't hold back in his criticism.

"Taking my girlfriend for a walk in the snow late at night."

"They won't even buy a cup of hot milk tea."

"You truly are worthy of being called a great writer."

Xu Qing looked at her nose, which was red from the cold.

"You're a second-tier actress now."

"Drinking milk tea will make you fat."

Luo Qianyu was so angry that she hit his arm with her hand.

"Xu Qing, don't you have any will to live?!"

"I'm your girlfriend!"

"Today is our first date!"

Xu Qing let her hit him twice.

There's a roasted sweet potato stall around the corner.

"Want to go eat?"

Luo Qianyu immediately stopped what she was doing.

"Red heart or white heart?"

Xu Qing said, "I don't know, I've never bought it."

Luo Qianyu pushed the electric scooter forward.

"I want the sweetest one."

"You pay."

Xu Qing followed beside her.

"You earn millions a month, and you still want me to pay you?"

Luo Qianyu spoke with righteous indignation.

"I am a female celebrity."

"Female celebrities don't carry wallets when they go out."

The two were bickering in the empty street.

Xu Qing walked on the outside, blocking Luo Qianyu on the inside of the road.

The wind was still very strong at the intersection.

An old man at the roasted sweet potato stall was rubbing his hands by the stove.

Xu Qing picked the biggest sweet potato.

I paid fifteen yuan.

Luo Qianyu held the hot roasted sweet potato in both hands.

She felt the temperature through her gloves.

She broke the sweet potato in half.

Steam rose up instantly.

She handed half of it to Xu Qing.

"I'll give you half."

Xu Qing did not answer.

"I don't eat sweets."

Luo Qianyu directly stuffed the other half of the sweet potato into Xu Qing's hand.

"You have to eat it whether you want to or not."

"That's an order."

Xu Qing looked at the roasted sweet potato in her hand.

He glanced again at Luo Qianyu, who was wrapped up like a ball.

He took a bite.

It's very hot.

It's also very sweet.

Luo Qianyu watched him eat, her eyes curving into crescents.

She asked indistinctly while munching on a sweet potato.

What are you planning to write about in your next book?

"Are we going to have to write down the names of another family member?"

Xu Qing walked beside her, his voice steady.

"uncertain."

"It depends on my mood."

Luo Qianyu turned her head and glared at him.

"If you dare to write that kind of abusive story again, I'll hire online trolls to insult you every day."

Xu Qing replied indifferently.

"Buy whatever you want."

"And please help me get this trending on social media."

The two of them ate roasted sweet potatoes like that.

Luo Qianyu pushed the electric scooter, with Xu Qing walking beside her.

The winter nights in Jiangcheng are very cold.

But the dim streetlights cast long shadows of the two of them.

The small shadow remained close to the tall, thin shadow.

They made a ruckus as they went.

The wind on the street didn't seem so cold anymore.