"It's snowing..."

A low murmur sound spit out of Mu Yang's mouth without any limit.

There are many secrets about snow in Mu Yang's mind that only he knows. The sky was tea-blue when he had a snowball fight with his fourth sister. There was a huge ski resort on the mountain behind the train station. The snow on the long slope on the ridge is

It’s sweet, only Mu Yang knows these, and has never told anyone about them.

I have loved snow since I was a child. As I grew up, I have not lost the slightest amount of my preference for snow.

The snow in Xinghua Village often comes and goes very suddenly. There was no sign the night before. When I woke up, it was already snowy when I woke up.

In a daze, you will hear the sound of shoveling snow. The hardworking adults have already started to sweep out paths when the children are still sleeping, and they will carefully sprinkle a layer of cinder when they encounter slopes.

When Mu Yang was young, he often complained that the good snow was stained by cinders, but later he fell more often and began to fall in love with cinders, especially the freshly released ones, which had a unique smell on the snow.

That smell gives you a sense of security and protects you from the pain of falling skin.

In my impression, there are three things that Mu Yang misses the most.

The first one was to have snowball fights. The earliest one was when I was five years old. I remember that I lived in my father's hometown at that time. Although I was young, I was still sent to make-up classes.

I was very happy to meet my fourth and third sisters at that time. I went to the classroom early every day. Everyone previewed their homework tacitly. Mu Yang was still young and could only observe everyone everywhere.

The fourth sister was writing there, and she stroked and stroked her strokes very seriously. The third sister took two corn cobs and threw them into the coal ball fire to add heat to the classroom.

The classroom was very broken, and the students were of different ages. The oldest was in junior high school and the youngest was just not wet the bed.

Mu Yang’s task is very simple, which is to copy the rules of disciples every day, and after writing, they will be given to the teacher, and the teacher will give them good or bad.

Mu Yang always plays a good job, but never gets any good. Every time he looks at the homework book of the fourth sister, he has envy in his eyes.

"It's over, it's over."

An older boy shouted, and everyone in the classroom ran out quickly. Mu Yang struggled to lift the curtain and found that everyone was playing snowball fights.

The sky was so strange today, how could it be tea blue? A bigger child picked up a ball of snow and gently hit him on him. Mu Yang's third sister started scolding him.

"Don't bully my brother." Mu Yang knew that the man liked to talk to his third sister, but Mu Yang hated him, so he picked up a piece of snow and smashed it at the older child.

The older child was not annoyed, but just hid happily. All the students started playing snowball fights. The laughter sound was so far away, and it didn't hurt when the snow hit her body. On the contrary, she could feel that the snow was hot and soft.

Secondly, he lives in Xinghua Village now. When he was in elementary school, Muyang often went to play with his father, who was two years younger than him. In summer, the two blocked the wastewater in the place where the ore treatment farm was discharged, and they went to the mountains to play when it snowed.

The mountains in Xinghua Village are not particularly steep. Each mountain is like a big hot steamed bun, round and plump. All the mountains are covered with dry terraces, like steps.

Mu Yang and his little father stood on the top of the mountain, and the words their parents warned him were constantly repeating.

"Don't go up the mountain. There are deep pits on the mountain. Don't jump to the ground. In winter, people's bones are crisp and they will break if they jump."

These words were completely regarded as wind by Mu Yang. When he and his little father came to the mountain, they happily went to the mountain in winter. The scenery on the mountain was beautiful, and the places that could not be covered by snow became lines, outlining the outline of the entire mountain range and the entire Xinghua Village.

Find a relatively acceptable slope, full of snow, and it was already very cold and although it was hollow, it was not a problem to bear the weight of two children.

Put the instant noodles box brought from home under your butt, then kick your legs and fly out. The whistling sound of the wind came from your ears, your heartbeat faster, and the dantian area in your stomach was itchy. If you look down from a high altitude, it looks like

Two small black dots were moving quickly on the mountain.

One of them suddenly disappeared. Please don’t worry, he fell into the snow pit, but it was okay. Sure enough, not long after, Mu Yang crawled out of the pit, and the little dad came over and grabbed him and pulled him up.

"Do you still play?" Mu Yang saw that his little father was red from the cold and his face was filled with an expression of unfulfilled interest, so he said to play.

The two of them climbed to the top of the mountain again, slid down again, and traveled back and forth several times until the instant noodles box was so ragged that they could not sit. The two of them had ice slithers on their cotton pants, so the two decided not to play anymore.

On the way home, I jumped from one terrace to the next. There was snow as a buffer and my legs didn't hurt. I felt like I could fly. Sometimes I dreamed that I was jumping on the ground in my dreams, but at that time I was

Flying higher, and you can see whoever you want.

Sometimes I saw hares, with grey fur and snow seriously inconsistent, and sometimes wild roosters would suddenly fly out of the roadside and flew to another mountain. Mu Yang and the other two wanted to chase, but did not chase.

They knew that these things could not be caught up with.

Finally, the leader of the mountain was the one who passed by Muyang that day. At this time, Muyang was already a junior high school student. He was catching up with the progress of his studies every day, but no matter how hard he worked, he would not be able to learn.

There was no one to guide Mu Yang. Mu Yang wanted to ask the teacher for questions he didn't know, but he couldn't throw away the burden on himself. Mu Yang was afraid that others would say he was serious and didn't do it. What did he do before? Now he knows how to work hard.

Winter has come, and the cold bird can only freeze to death.

The ridge was covered with heavy snow, and the roof tiles on the roadside were no longer visible. The snow hugged the tiles firmly, just like the roof of the house was made of snow.

Mu Yang walked alone, and as he walked, he reached a fork in the road. He saw the old lady's grave from afar. Suddenly there was a layer of fog in his eyes. He missed, missed his deceased relatives.

Grab a handful of snow with your hands in the ground by the roadside, and immediately melted in your mouth. It was so sweet. The snow should have been added with sweetener. My mood became much more beautiful because of this handful of snow.

Dingling, Dinglingling!

The bell for class rang, bringing Mu Yang from his fantasy back to reality. After a short ten minutes of break between classes, some old things flashed through Mu Yang's heart.

Physics teacher Xiao Zhou walked into the classroom with great strides, closed the door, and locked Chuxue outside the classroom.

"Students, today the teacher will take you to review the physics knowledge of the first grade of junior high school, and you will bring all the books!" When the third grade of junior high school, the teachers began to set up knowledge frameworks for students and sort out their knowledge, so at this time everyone should bring all the old books from before

Come.

"Take it."

"Take a teacher."

"Yeah, bring it."

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Chapter completed!