As the year draws to a close, the snow begins to fall lightly, and people rushing home are stuck on the road.

A trembling folk song was playing on repeat in the car. No one said anything and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Xu Xilin put one hand on the steering wheel and looked forward. He saw the rear ends of cars lined up in a row that seemed to stretch to the horizon. The brake lights were flashing one after another. He didn't know when he could break out of the siege. He looked to the side and saw Mr. Dou Xun in the passenger seat with his head supported by one hand, looking in a daze. After not seeing him for many years, Dou Xun didn't seem to want to pay any attention to him.

Xu Xilin sighed secretly, and suddenly, with his superb driving skills, he turned the car through a small gap on the side of the road and drove into the small alley next to it.

Dou Xun was finally startled and turned his head to look at him.

Xu Xilin kept glancing at him and immediately said, "It might be faster to take the small road. I think..."

Dou Xun sneered and continued, "Get rid of me as soon as possible?"

Xu Xilin: "...buy some flowers on the way."

The two of them spoke the above words almost at the same time, and then shut up at the same time. Xu Xilin frowned, as if he was about to explode, but he held back.

"He's still the same character. Why should I be angry with him?" Xu Xilin thought, concentrating on walking through the deserted alley.

The northwest wind and the barking of dogs complement each other, and the folk singer's singing is weak and he is about to die.

Xu Xilin parked the car in front of a flower shop called "Grandpa", took out his cell phone and dialed a number: "Hello, it's me. I'm in front of your shop. Bring me a few pots of kumquats and phalaenopsis or something to give away for the holidays."

There was a loud voice on the other end of the phone, the sound penetrated the receiver, and filled the cramped cab with domineering power: "Xiao Linzi, you still have the mind to buy flowers! I observed the celestial phenomena at night and told you that you are about to meet with a disaster!"

Xu Xilin: “…”

The window of the flower shop facing the street opened, and a non-mainstream young man with a mustache came out. The stupid shop owner put down his phone, took deep breath, and shouted in a higher tone: "Dou Xun is back, did you hear about it!"

Xu Xilin wished his arms could be two meters longer so that he could slap the man into the window frame.

The window on the passenger side of the car facing the flower shop slowly rolled down, and Dou Xun showed his face: "I heard about it."

The owner's facial expression was like a pheasant with its neck strangled.

Then the silent flower shop owner and the gloomy Dou Xun helped Xu Xilin move several pots of flowers to the trunk of the car. Before leaving, the flower shop owner scratched his head for a long time before carefully pulling Xu Xilin: "Well, our class has a party next week, are you going?"

Xu Xilin wanted to get rid of these embarrassing people right now. He raised his eyelids and answered absentmindedly, "Let's talk about it later."

Shop owner: "Go ahead. You haven't shown up in all these years."

Xu Xilin got angry when he saw him. He didn't answer, just waved his hand and drove away.

Half an hour later, Xu Xilin finally sent Dou Xun back to his hotel. Dou Xun got out of the car without saying a word and stood by, looking at him quietly.

Xu Xilin secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, you take a rest, I'll leave first."

Dou Xun nodded first, then he touched his coat pocket and found that the cigarette box was empty. He subconsciously called out to the person next to him: "Hey..."

Xu Xilin stopped the car that had slipped half a meter and said, "Huh?"

Dou Xun swallowed the three words "Do you have cigarettes?" because he remembered that Xu Xilin didn't smoke.

Xu Xilin doesn't smoke, doesn't drink unless it's necessary for social events, doesn't get into trouble that he can't clean up, and even knew to be careful when fighting as a child - he has always been this kind of person since he was a child, seemingly unreliable, but actually very stable and never out of the circle.

Xu Xilin: "Anything else?"

Dou Xun lowered his eyes slightly: "You never go to parties, is it because you don't want to see me?"

Xu Xilin: “…”

Dou Xun is such a fool that he will probably never learn how to leave room for himself and others in his lifetime.

Xu Xilin said stiffly: "I was too busy in the past few years and didn't take care of it."

"So you're not busy this year, are you?" Dou Xun stared at him, "I'm going too, are you going?"

When Dou Xun spoke, a thin layer of white steam rose up, and he stood in the winter, like a white painting lacking red and green. He was good-looking, but his eyes were like knives, and his tongue was sharp, like a graceful and murderous human weapon. Xu Xilin was almost stabbed in the eye by him, so he could only say ambiguously: "It's hard to say, let's see if there is anything else."

Dou Xun had nothing more to say. He stood there in silence, watching Xu Xilin say goodbye politely again and leave.

"Can you look back at me?" He thought silently in his heart, "If you look back at me, I'll even let you climb to the top of the building and jump down."

Unfortunately, others couldn't read minds, so Xu Xilin closed the car window and drove away cleanly.

Dou Xun failed to jump off the building.

The unpleasant folk song in the car was still playing endlessly. Xu Xilin walked through the twilight and felt his vision was a little blurry - it seemed that there was fog.

This was the thirteenth year that he and Dou Xun had known each other. They had been through ups and downs. They wanted to be together for the rest of their lives, but they also wanted to never see each other again until they died.

Nowadays, when a person returning home with his mobile phone trying to hail a ride and a passerby who happens to be home from work and wants to give someone a ride, they meet by chance. After a moment of surprise, apart from "the profile picture looks a bit like you, I didn't expect it to be you", there is actually no love or hate to express.

...The cell phone rang, and Xu Xilin saw that Dou Xun had given him a good review.

At this time, the sky is still clear, the ground is still thick, the traffic is still congested, the earth has not been destroyed, and the remaining years are still abundant.

The school buildings, books, papers and pens from that time have all become old.

Only the old man has become new.

The author has something to say: I have written similar works such as "A Tree of Life" by BL and "Fifteen Years of Flowing Light" by BG, both of which were terrible, so based on historical statistics, this article is likely to be terrible as well.