The year before last, I remember the winter before the epidemic. At almost 3 o'clock in the afternoon, I took a taxi to the train station to return to Wuhan. I remember that I was wearing a down jacket that day, and there were snowflakes in the sky. I was taking a call from my be

The year before last, I remember the winter before the epidemic broke out.

At almost 3 o'clock in the afternoon, I took a taxi to the train station to return to Wuhan. I remember that I was wearing a down jacket that day, with snowflakes falling in the sky, and I was answering a call from my best friend while getting in the car. She asked me what time I would arrive and why I hadn’t arrived yet. Several people were waiting for me to gather.

I complained to her, "Oh, sister, I hurriedly arrived and now I haven't eaten lunch, so I'm going to buy some bread at the station.

"I'm starved to death, and I'm dizzy. "My best friend on the other end of the phone was comforting me, okay, I won't rush you, you can eat something to cushion your stomach.

While we were talking on the phone,

unexpectedly, the female driver in front of me fumbled and handed a round paper ball to her backhand. Come over, "I have a salted egg here, you eat it."

I quickly took it, the round ball was still hot, "Ah, I'm sorry about that, have you eaten it?" "

"I ate it, and my mother insisted on giving it to me when I was going out in the car. She was afraid that I would be hungry, so I kept it in my arms without a chance to eat it. ”

I opened the paper package, and it was still warm. A duck egg lay quietly in my hand, white and shiny with warmth.

Love can be passed on. In the past few years of the epidemic, I have been moved by that tender winter. , touched by the warmth of the female driver who was cared for by her mother.

Maybe the elder sister will read this text, please give it a like, I have received your love.