No matter how heavy the snow is, it will stop one day.

Jiang Zhimiao looked at the calendar and saw that Christmas would be coming soon after two or three days of work.

After hesitating for a long time, she still hung up the gadgets she bought from the supermarket on the house the day before she returned to work, including bells, red socks, and an elk-style sticker. She also bought a small crystal ball with a It's a Christmas tree.

The snowflakes are falling just like in the real world, and it really feels like Christmas.

After Jiang Zhimiao finished doing this, he began to prepare his lunch for today.

Maybe he knew that Shen Zhuowen lived across from him and it had become a fact——

When the door was knocked again, the uneasiness in her heart faded a lot.

There can't be anything worse left or right.

Jiang Zhimiao simply wiped his hands and went out to open the door.

What caught his eye was a man in a woolen coat. He was standing at the door, holding a porcelain bowl in his hand. The porcelain bowl was boiling hot, and mist faintly overflowed from the lid of the bowl. Looking to the side, his fingers were red with heat.

With just one glance, Jiang Zhimiao frowned.

"What are you?" Her tone was polite and distant, as if she didn't recognize Shen Zhuowen.

Shen Zhuowen , " This is a special gift to thank you for the soy sauce you borrowed last time. I cooked it myself."

Jiang Zhimiao looked at him subconsciously, "You cook?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she realized that she was a little inappropriate, so she changed her words and said , " Sorry, I mean, I thought you couldn't see-"

Shen Zhuowen's expression was calm and his expression did not change. He did not seem to be offended. "I can't see, but I still have a basic sense of light. My assistant is also with me, but he has been busy dealing with work these two days." That’s why I have the opportunity to bring you soup now.”

Jiang Zhimiao , " Where is your girlfriend?"

Shen Zhuowen said , " I don't have a girlfriend."

Jiang Zhimiao didn't say whether he believed it or not, "I accepted your soup, but I don't need to send it next time. I don't need it either."

Shen Zhuowen nodded slightly , " Okay, I've caused you trouble."

His movements and behavior were polite, but made Jiang Zhimiao slightly uncomfortable.

Jiang Zhimiao moved his lips, walked down the stairs, took the soup from his hand, "Thank you today."

Shen Zhuowen , " You're welcome."

As he got closer, Jiang Zhimiao discovered that Shen Zhuowen's hands were so hot that they were red and had several small blisters.

It must have been burnt while cooking soup.

The aroma of the soup wafts into the tip of the nose at the same time. It is a very homemade white radish and pork ribs soup.

Jiang Zhimiao tightened his fingers slightly and watched Shen Zhuowen groping towards the door of his courtyard step by step.

There was no one to answer the door.

Fortunately, there are no cars on the road at the moment.

Jiang Zhimiao watched Shen Zhuowen walk into the house step by step. For some reason, she felt a little nervous and happy.

Jiang Zhimiao didn't want to dwell on the origin of this emotion.

After standing outside for a while, she took the soup in her hand into the room and closed the door.

At noon, Jiang Zhimiao had a small bowl of rice with radish soup and stir-fried pork with mustard.

You can taste the carrot soup. The owner is not good at cooking and it may be his first time making it.

It tastes extremely salty.

When Jiang Zhimiao reheated it at night, he added a bowl of water to it, and the taste was just a little better.

When he went to work the next day, Jiang Zhimiao always chose Western food with less salt and less flavor for lunch.

Ning Mingwei saw her rarely eating Western food and joked , " Have you changed your taste?"

Jiang Zhimiao said , " It's too salty."

Ning Mingwei was stunned, "What's too salty?"

Jiang Zhimiao pursed her lips and said , " I accidentally added too much salt when I was cooking yesterday. It was too salty. I want to eat something lighter today."

She still concealed Shen Zhuowen's existence.

Ning Mingwei looked over with sympathetic eyes, "Zhizhi, mistakes are inevitable. How about you free yourself for two days and come to my house to eat hot pot today? It just so happened that our domestic express delivery has arrived, and there are a lot of mushrooms in it. We will eat mushrooms today." Consommé pot.”

Jiang Zhimiao thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

It just so happened that she didn't want to cook today either.

After Jiang Zhimiao got off work with Ning Mingwei, he went to the supermarket again and bought some meat before going home with her to prepare hot pot.

Ning Mingwei's home is one subway station away from Jiang Zhimiao.

The two took the subway there and when they came back after eating, it was already 9 o'clock in the evening.

Jiang Zhimiao came out of the subway station and walked towards home.

As she walked, she always felt that someone was following her.

Jiang Zhimiao touched his cell phone with his hand in his pocket and walked forward without looking back.

She quickened her pace, and the people behind her followed suit.

Two footsteps overlapped.

Jiang Zhimiao's heart beat rapidly.

There are many office workers nearby, and there are also many thieves who commit robberies.

Because they know that these office workers are rich, they often rob them on the road.

It’s just that Jiang Zhimiao gets off work early and basically stays at home, so he has never been robbed. But he has heard colleagues complain about their own robbed experiences. Their wallets and car keys were taken away, leaving him with only a pair of shorts.

People's imagination is divergent. Jiang Zhimiao suddenly thought of the news he saw some time ago.

After the robbery, he suddenly became lustful because of her beauty and raped her and then killed her.

A chill ran down my spine.

Jiang Zhimiao felt cold all over her body and fear was growing. She lowered her head and jogged forward.

The only sound left in my ears was the whistling wind.

Now it is only a hundred meters away from her home.

Just go back in time and close the door.

The other party couldn't do anything to her.

Jiang Zhimiao's breathing became heavier and he ran faster.

The next second, she bumped into his hard chest, and the moment his palm landed, she screamed.

"ah--"

A rough hand covered her lips.

Jiang Zhimiao's body was shaking, her lips were trembling, and she wanted to speak, but fear made her lose her voice briefly, and the man's soothing voice appeared in her ears.

"It's okay. I'm here."

A slight buzzing in the ears occurs when one is highly nervous.

Jiang Zhimiao didn't even notice the disappearance of the sight behind him.

After about three or four seconds, Jiang Zhimiao finally heard the speaker's voice and what he said clearly. Her eyelashes raised slightly, the fear in her eyes had not yet subsided, and the spray of white mist overflowed from between the man's fingers.

He seemed to realize something, put down his hand and held Jiang Zhimiao's arm.

The voice was calm and gentle, with a soothing power , " Are you okay?"

Jiang Zhimiao was still a little frightened and shook his head very lightly.

The man said , " I heard my assistant say that you didn't turn on the light, so I was wondering if you hadn't gone home yet. I just happened to think that they were saying things were not peaceful recently, so I came out to take a look."

Jiang Zhimiao calmed down with his words of comfort.

Looking away, she took a step back without leaving any trace, avoiding the man's hands.

The man didn't resist. He just said , " What just happened?"

Jiang Zhimiao , " Nothing, why are you here?"

Shen Zhuowen turned his head slightly and looked at her, as if listening to what she said.

Jiang Zhimiao's throat rolled, "Do you want to come and have a cup of tea?"

A trace of surprise flashed across Shen Zhuowen's eyebrows, "Now?"

"Yes, I know it's a little late now." Jiang Zhimiao said , " But I don't dare to be alone for the time being, so can I invite you to my place?"

Shen Zhuowen , " Okay."

Jiang Zhimiao led Shen Zhuowen back to the door of his house.

She looked sideways.

There were no other people's shadows on the broad street. The dim street lights were intertwined. It was quiet and peaceful, as if everything just happened was her imagination.

Cold sweat broke out on the palm of his hand holding the key. Jiang Zhimiao unscrewed the door lock and asked Shen Zhuowen to enter the house.

Shen Zhuowen took off his shoes and walked into the house.

Jiang Zhimiao turned on the heater, boiled another pot of tea, and took out the cookies Adolf sent last time.

The cold hut was suddenly filled with the atmosphere of human life.

Jiang Zhimiao brought the tea and cookies to the table, licked his dry lips and said , " Thank you very much for today."

Shen Zhuowen said , " We are all fellow villagers."

Silence for a few seconds.

Jiang Zhimiao said , " That's right, but I still have to thank you."

Shen Zhuowen said nothing, fumbled for the tea cup on the table and took a sip.

Jiang Zhimiao also took a sip.

The fear disappeared, and the heart that was wandering high in the sky seemed to have fallen to the ground.

At this moment, Shen Zhuowen's cell phone rang. He looked at Jiang Zhimiao apologetically, "I'll go out and take a call."

Jiang Zhimiao , " Okay."

She turned her gaze sideways and saw 'Jiang Renqi' flashing across the interface.