I stood by the window, admiring the night view of Xinxiang City, and suddenly noticed some fine snowflakes floating in the air.
I couldn't believe my eyes. I rubbed them, but it was still the same scene.
It's snowing!
It’s really snowing, the first snow in Xinxiang City!
I pushed open the window, stretched out my hand, and felt the snowflakes melting away quickly when they fell on my palm. It was itchy.[
This is the thirteenth floor. I have never set foot on such a height in my life, so I am a little nervous and excited.
I immediately called home and told my parents the news. When my father answered the phone, he didn’t seem so excited and said to me, “Obviously, you have to study hard!”
I said I knew it and called Han Bing again.
"Sister Bing, it's snowing!"
"Really?" Han Bing's voice was a little depressed and he couldn't cheer up.
"Yes!" I couldn't control my excitement, and I really hoped someone could share this joy with me.
Why do I get excited when I see snow? I can’t explain it. Maybe I just like this natural landscape. There is a slope at the door of my house. Whenever it snows, it will be stepped on by naughty children and become as smooth as a mirror. "
Sliding down, I was fascinated by the feeling of almost flying.
I was still intoxicated in my own world, breathing in the fresh and cold greetings from the snowflakes.
"Dong dong dong." Someone knocked on the door, pulling me back from the fantasy world.
It’s here, it’s finally here!
My fists clenched suddenly, and I relaxed for a short time just now because of the tension now?
He was about to face those powerful figures in Xinxiang City, and he couldn't explain how he felt.
I walked over and opened the door. Outside the door was a bald man. For fear that others would not know that he was a gangster, he also wore a pair of sunglasses and a suit.
"Let's go." Even the words are very cool. Isn't it just a pony character?
"Oh." I agreed and followed him.
In the long corridor, I didn't know where I was going. I suddenly felt that the atmosphere was very depressing, so I said, "It's snowing." In fact, I didn't even know whether I was talking to the bald man in front of me or myself.
"Yeah." The bald man actually talked to me: "When it snows, all the dirt can be buried."