It snows heavily.
I bowed my head, winced and walked quickly across the street.
There are few pedestrians on the road. Only sporadic wind brakes,
The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and it seeps into the body. Cold. I stepped up my pace and buried my head deeper.
Suddenly, a corner. I met him-a beggar.
Excuse me, I want to go home.
I just want to lift my legs.
"Wait, give me some money." He stretched out a pair of hands covered with frostbite.
I searched all over my body, and there was nothing.
"I'm sorry, brother, I really don't want to. Next time? "
"Oh, it's okay, brother, thank you. You have given up. "
He turned around.
I froze for a while, and then I went on my way.
Before I entered the house, my neighbor came to tell me that my child had run away. When I was away, it was my mother who accompanied me in the cold winter.
I feel horrible. Looking around, everything was quiet. I can't help it I've looked everywhere. Suffering from the weather, I decided to give up.
Just arrived at the door, I heard "woof, woof ...". I am ecstatic.
Follow the sound.
I froze. He took it and stood at the intersection. Waiting anxiously for the master.
He saw me and ran over to ask me if I had lost it.
Give it back to me and he will leave. I looked at his back, though bitter. But it's also warm.