Liu Yiyang lay in front of the window of the stairwell, watching the snowflakes whirling rapidly in the cold wind. The heavy snow came without warning, the sky was dark, and the person he was waiting for had not arrived yet.
There have been a lot of patients in the hospital recently, and the number of escorts is in short supply. He came here to learn calligraphy, partly because his mother planned to earn some extra money before the New Year. She would stop by to pick him up after work. She was always grateful to this teacher.
This man named Wang Xin would accept his thanks with a smile, and then look at him with a very strange look when they were alone. Liu Yiyang hates him, but he is also very afraid of him.
"Yangyang, why are you here again? It's so cold here. Go back inside and wait. Your mother will get off work in half an hour."
The voice was obviously quite gentle, and Liu Yiyang trembled for a moment. He picked up the window frame and turned around. The man who turned out of the corridor was in his forties, with a medium height and thin build. He wore gold-rimmed glasses. He looks quite scholarly.
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