At the end of February 1986, Beijing was suddenly hit by a heavy snowfall.
I have to say that this snow came by chance.
It seemed that God noticed what Ning Weimin wanted to explore, and the ominous omen given by him made Ning Weimin's happy mood that everything was going smoothly quickly cool down.
On the night of February 25, Ning Weimin asked Zhang Shihui to borrow his pickup truck.
He told no one, and at five o'clock the next morning, he drove alone to Qinghe Street in HD District.
Then he parked the car on the side of the road, sat in the car, and stared at the iron gate across the road, guarding it intently.
For no other reason than because this is the gate of Beijing Children's Welfare Home.
In Ning Weimin's memory, the internal information of the orphanage showed that he was abandoned here as an infant in his previous life by his biological father or mother in broad daylight without warning.
He had only one purpose in coming here, which was to see this scene with his own eyes.
At the same time, I also want to find out who his parents are.
What was the last resort reason to abandon him so cruelly?
This matter can be said to have been a knot in his mind for a long time.
In this life, he realized that time travel really happened, and he has been thinking about this day, glad that he still has the opportunity to find answers about his life experience.
But unfortunately, the subsequent development of this incident completely backfired, far beyond Ning Weimin's expectations.
Because in order not to miss the target, he didn't even go to the toilet and didn't even dare to drink water.
I stayed in the car until the sun went down and didn't find any suspicious targets.
In the end, he even began to doubt himself, so he couldn't bear it any longer. After dark, he knocked on the door of the Children's Welfare Home and asked to see the director.
But the result was still the same, and the dean gave him a very positive answer.
Not only has no one abandoned the baby this entire day, but not even in the past month.
As a result, Ning Weimin really had nothing to think about.
He really didn't miss anything, nor did he remember the time wrongly, which is why this was the result.
Obviously, this is God's unwillingness to give him the answer to this question. This matter has never happened in this life.
Ning Weimin had no choice but to leave the two thousand yuan he brought with him as a donation to the dean, and left in despair.
It was just when he walked out of the gate of the children's welfare home, as if to make him understand that life is not a playground for casual play, and that no one who travels through time can have everything as he wants, heavy snowfall began to fall in the sky, which made people feel depressed.
The cold moonlight shone all over Ning Weimin's body, and the road in front of his door was already quiet and deserted.
Ning Weimin did not get in the car quickly, but stood quietly across the road, looking up at the moon above his head in trance.
He remembered that he had read Zhuangzi's books and also read the story of Zhuangzhou's dream of a butterfly.
Now, he feels deeply, as if he is just like Zhuangzi in the book.
But he is not as chic as Zhuangzi.
Now he really wants to tell someone about his feelings, and wants to shout out his voice.
He was excited, confused, and even scared.
He didn't know whether he was in another parallel time and space, but for now he could only explain the problem from this perspective.
If you think about it worst, maybe "him", an orphan, does not exist in this time and space at all.
Thinking on the bright side, it is likely that "his" parents made another choice.
"He" may grow up in an environment that is not so wealthy, but can be accompanied by family members...
After breathing the cool air, shivering and smoking a cigarette, Ning Weimin got into the car again.
And when he left, I felt very clear in my heart.
From now on, he is afraid that he will never find another shadow of himself in this world, and he is destined to never have any chance to understand his own life experience in this life.
This move means that he is completely separated from his other self and from the "him" in his previous life.
So in the next few days, Ning Weimin felt as if he had lost his soul.
Although he understands all the truth, he knows that he should be more open-minded and there is no need to be too entangled in the issue of his life experience.
He also knows that the happiest thing is not the past or searching, but possession. Only what is in one's hands is the most real.
But the problem is that human emotions cannot be controlled.
From a human perspective, the only opportunity to see his parents, the opportunity he had been looking forward to for a long time, turned out to be the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water.
Loss and frustration are inevitable as a result.
Anyway, his state after this incident was that of depression.
It seemed like there was no point in doing anything anymore, he just wished Matsumoto Keiko could be by his side.
Treat him gently and listen to him considerately when he expresses his inner distress.
It's a pity that we can't.
Keiko Matsumoto is filming a movie in Japan and is very busy.
And he himself had to wait for his subordinates' overseas procedures to be completed before he could return to Tokyo.
It's not realistic at all.
But having said that, it was actually the emotional needs caused by this negative emotion that made him involuntarily think of another woman.
That is Qu Xiao, who is equally gentle, considerate and considerate.
Ning Weimin suddenly remembered that there seemed to be no news about Qu Xiao for such a long time since he fell ill on New Year's Day.
This is quite abnormal.
Especially when he sent Qu Xiao to the station after the dinner before New Year's Day last time, this girl even stuffed a scarf into his hand.
According to common sense, if this action means that this girl is in love and has a certain affection for herself.
So no matter how busy she is at work, she should contact her after returning to China, or around the Chinese New Year.
There is no way that there will be no news from now on.
She would not be angry because she broke her promise and failed to accompany her back to China. She is not that kind of person.
Therefore, even though Ning Weimin's feelings had completely settled on Matsumoto Keiko, even though he had no intention of teasing Qu Xiao anymore, he still couldn't help but worry about Qu Xiao.
It was under such circumstances that he tried to call Qu Xiao's home phone number to find out about this girl's current situation.
Originally, he thought that Qu Xiao might have returned to Japan, and there was a high probability that he could only talk to her parents.
Unexpectedly, I actually heard the sound of Qu Xiao.
It's just an unfortunate coincidence that although this girl is at home, she seems to be busy with something important.
Although she was very happy to hear Ning Weimin's voice, it was a pity that she didn't bother to talk in detail.
On the phone, she didn't mention anything about her current situation, nor why she hadn't returned to Kyoto for so long after the Spring Festival.
She was just very sorry for not contacting Ning Weimin during the New Year.
This girl proposed to invite Ning Weimin to her home for dinner two days later, that is, Saturday. There were some things she wanted to meet and discuss.
Ning Weimin didn't want to cause trouble to Qu Xiao's family, but he couldn't resist her.
I also thought that Qu Xiao’s parents would definitely be at home. If there was anything important involving Qu Xiao’s career plan, it would be really convenient to discuss it, so I agreed.
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After waiting for that day, Ning Weimin not only brought Qu Xiao a gift that she could use - a fluffy cotton hat imported from France.
He also decided to buy some pastries and bread from Maxim's bakery as a gift for Qu Xiao's parents.
It was still snowing heavily that day, so Ning Weimin went out an hour early in order not to be late.
He didn't take a car, so he went there on his legs. On the way there, he slipped and fell once.
But fortunately, the snow that had been falling for several days was so thick that it didn’t hurt anyone to fall.
Moreover, Qu Xiao's family lives in Qiansanmen Community, which is not far from Chongwenmen.
Ning Weimin bought cakes and bread and even arrived five minutes earlier than the agreed time.
As he climbed upstairs, he was still thinking that he might be able to find a suitable opportunity today to explain his feelings clearly.
As a result, the direction of things was completely out of control, and everything was completely different from what Ning Weimin had expected.
After just one knock, the door opened.
Qu's smile flashed before Ning Weimin's eyes, like clear snowflakes.
She was wearing white jeans, a white turtleneck sweater, and had two braids hanging casually on her shoulders.
The ends of the braid are tied with a simple black headband.
She was holding a bottle of cooking wine in her hand and looking at Ning Weimin with a smile, looking lively and cute.
I just don't know why she is so thin.
Although makeup was carefully applied on his face, it still couldn't hide the fatigue on his face, and the black circles could be seen.
Qu Xiao said apologetically while closing the door.
"I didn't expect that it has been snowing for so many days. If I had known better, I wouldn't have let you come. Isn't the road difficult? Is it cold?"
"It's not bad. There are fewer cars on the road when it snows. It's a bit cold, but the snow scenery is beautiful."
Ning Weimin avoided the truth at first, relieved Qu Xiao's apology, and then asked curiously, "What are you doing with the cooking wine bottle? Is it possible that you have to cook and stir-fry something today?"
"Yes, I told you a long time ago that I can cook. Today I will let you try my cooking skills."
Following Qu Xiao, he took Ning Weimin's down jacket and hung it up for him. "Anyway, you have no other choice. I'm the only one at home, and I have nothing to do. If it doesn't taste good, there's nothing I can do. Please bear with me."
"What? Aren't uncles and aunts at home? Are you alone at home?"
Ning Weimin couldn't help but be surprised. He couldn't help but start thinking wildly, trying to figure out whether Qu Xiao had a hint or even did it on purpose.
"Well, they are not here. I have to deliver food to Dad in the evening. We will talk about this later. There is only one dish left. I will fry the dishes first."
However, Qu Xiao's innocent smile and open attitude made Ning Weimin feel ashamed.
As Qu Xiao re-entered the kitchen, he realized that he might have been overthinking it.
Next, when he was looking for a place to put the gifts, Ning Weimin discovered that the food had indeed been placed and it was still steaming.
In other words, Qu Xiao strictly counted the time and finished the dinner meticulously.
The meals are just home-cooked dishes, shredded potatoes, braised hairtail, stir-fried shrimps, pickled cabbage and pork ribs soup.
But the color is very good, and it does not look like a novice's job, it's quite skillful.
Not long after, Qu Xiao came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of fried pork cubes with sauce, and the aroma filled his nostrils.
Ning Weimin, who was reading a newspaper and waiting, quickly stood up and said, "I didn't expect you to have such skills. You look really good. Are you exhausted?"
However, facing Ning Weimin's compliment, Qu Xiao said a little shyly, "Sorry, I have to wait a little longer. I have to save my parents' food before we can start eating. Do you mind?"
Of course Ning Weimin didn't mind, but he admired Qu Xiao's filial piety.
A girl who knows little things and can remember her parents in her heart is a good girl.
So Qu Xiao brought another set of stainless steel lunch boxes, divided the food into half, and prepared it for two people.
Only then were the bowls set out for the two of them to use themselves.
But at this time, Qu Xiao made another amazing move.
She actually took out a bottle of sake and poured it not only for Ning Weimin, but also poured a full glass in front of herself.
"You want to drink?" Ning Weimin was dumbfounded.
"Well... I want to drink with you." Qu Xiao's bold attitude was surprising.
"But... why?" Ning Weimin's feelings were under pressure again, and she had doubts again. He had to make some circumstantial remarks to try to persuade her to give up her thoughts.
"Forget it. Look at you, you're so thin. I asked you to eat more and not control your weight too much, but you didn't listen to me. How can a body like yours endure it? Don't waste it.
Can you do it by yourself? You will regret it later..."
Unexpectedly, Qu Xiao then gave a shocking reply. The reason was so powerful that Ning Weimin could no longer persuade him.
"I regret it a long time ago. What I regret most is that I have been too busy in the past few years and have not been able to stay with my mother. In fact, I should not have gone abroad. My parents are here and I will not travel far. But now it is too late.
My mother is sick, an incurable disease. It is stomach cancer. The doctor said that it may only last a few months at most. I feel uncomfortable in my heart. Do you understand? Brother Ning, I beg you, please indulge me for once today.
Can you have a drink with me?"
"What? Stomach cancer?" Ning Weimin couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but he quickly used his brain to understand everything.
It turns out that Qu Xiao's mother was terminally ill, so on New Year's Day she said she wanted to see him in Tokyo and changed her mind temporarily.
That's why she returned home on New Year's Day and was never heard from again.
When something like this happens at home, she is too busy to be busy, and she must be extremely sad. What else can she think about?
No wonder it's been a month since the Spring Festival and she hasn't returned to the team yet. She has to stay in the capital to take care of her terminally ill mother.
"Okay, I'll drink with you."
When Ning Weimin found out what Qu Xiao had experienced, he felt a lot more emotions in his heart.
It is impossible not to feel sympathy for this lovely and pitiful girl and to have deep sympathy.
The curtains in the room were not closed, and snowflakes could be seen outside the window.
Some snowflakes are like flying catkins, flying on the glass, then slowly melting into water droplets, flowing down the glass.
The white world outside the window contrasts with the yellow light in the room, creating a desolate oil painting.