During the Snowstorm

Chapter 1: wedge

The figure on the glass is translucent, swaying gently.

The light in the room was dim, and it shot through the glass window, barely illuminating half the street. Using the light, she saw a huge black shadow fall across the road and hit the roof of a car.

The alarm sounded immediately.

"What sound?" asked the other side of the phone.

"The tree was broken and a car was smashed," Yin Guo covered her left ear, allowing herself to hear her friend's words clearly amid the loud music, "Blizzard is terrible, do you know how much it is now? -20 degrees below zero. five."

"Who asked you to go in winter, I have reminded you," Zheng Yi yawned, still laughing at her, "In winter in New York, blizzards are very common, please ask yourself for more blessings."

Yin Guo didn't even have the strength to complain: "I haven't showered for three days and three nights. You must help me get the hotel tonight."

"Wait, I've been checking."

The phone hangs up.

Yin Guo returned to his cousin Meng Xiaotian tiredly: "Wait a while, Zheng Yi is looking for a hotel, tell me later."

Meng Xiaotian played at a high level and didn't care: "It's really not good, just stay here and play all night."

She was not as good as Meng Xiaotian, so she slumped on the bar and looked out the window.

Who would have thought that she could encounter the strongest snowstorm in ten years.

First, it took off at the Capital Airport with a delay of ten hours, and flew over the vast sea to New York. Because of the blizzard, the plane couldn't land, and after hovering in the sky for more than two hours, I went to Chicago.

That night, Chicago hotels were full, and airlines were unable to arrange accommodation.

The siblings were in the waiting hall, one sleeping on a bench and the other on the floor, and followed a group of stranded passengers waiting for the next day's flight. The next morning, they washed up in the airport restroom, ready to go with anticipation. As a result, I waited from early morning to dark before being arranged to board the plane to New York.

Good luck this time, and finally landed.

As soon as the plane stopped, the stewardess informed everyone that there was no parking space in New York, and everyone could not get off the plane. They had to wait for the airport to arrange.

A group of people who slept all night at the airport continued to sleep with their heads covered on the plane.

After sleeping for six hours, he was woken up by the radio, with red eyes and drooping head in line to get off the plane.

After getting off the plane, Yin Guo sat on the trolley, waiting for the luggage to fall asleep again. At dusk, the luggage was finally delivered by the conveyor belt. She thought she had seen the dawn, but the hotel called: due to not checking in on time, both rooms were cancelled.

At that time, she stood at the entry gate and almost cried.

Fortunately, a Chinese girl who was sleeping at the airport in Chicago stopped her after leaving the customs and said that she was picked up by her family in a car. The other party told Yin Guo that in such a blizzard, it was more difficult to get a taxi than to climb to the sky. She suggested that Yin Guo rubbed her car to leave the airport and go to Manhattan, which was better than staying at the airport.

With the help of kind-hearted people, Yin Guo and his cousin were sent here.

Despite the blizzard outside, at least there was wine and food.

Someone behind him pushed open the frozen glass door.

The cold wind blew mercilessly across the back of her neck, Yin Guo shivered and pulled up the neckline of her down jacket.

Meng Xiaotian also wrapped his coat tightly: "It's so **** up, I thought it was time to travel into "The Day After Tomorrow"."

Not to mention, it's like.

The scene of the day after tomorrow is New York, the frozen Statue of Liberty, the cruise ship rushing up from the sea, and the library that saves everyone... Yin Guo likes to watch disaster movies the most, and has watched this movie 17 or 8 times. The scene reappeared.

At this moment, the mobile phone shows that the outdoor temperature is minus 25, and with the blessing of the cold wind effect, the somatosensory temperature is already minus 40. They came in the thickest down jackets, which were completely unbearable outdoors in this weather.

I just got out of the car with my luggage, and I was about to freeze.

Yin Guo put the phone in front of him and let Meng Xiaotian watch, don't miss Zheng Yi's news. After explaining, she put on her down jacket and hat, put her hands on the edge of the bar, rested her head on it, and closed her eyes.

"It's really cold." Meng Xiaotian was chanting the scriptures beside her.

Yin Guo was confused, smelled the smell of the roasted chicken wings in front of him, wanted to eat, but was too lazy to move.

The band on stage sang an old song with a melodious tone, like a hot sun, like a sunny day, like all images related to summer. The lead singer whispered in English between the songs, he was playing and singing to the girl he admired, he was deeply attracted by her, he couldn't extricate himself, he was fascinated, he was deeply in love, but he was timid and shy, wandering and stopping, not knowing what to do. near-

It's "Yellow".

"Sister." Meng Xiaotian called her.

"Yeah." Yin Guo agreed.

"Xiaoguo." Meng Xiaotian patted her as if something really happened.

Yin Guo used her last strength, raised her head, and opened her eyes.

In the blurred vision, a strange thing appeared, a glass of wine.

And, of course, the man behind the glass.

is a young man. The upper part of the body is wearing a black winter jacket and a black hat. It is impossible to see how long the hair is. Anyway, it is not long hair. Pupils are dark. The skin is white, the face is thin, the chin is pointed, and the bridge of the nose is not as high as that of Europeans and Americans, but it is still high.

Asian? Like.

Chinese people? Not sure, he hasn't spoken yet.

"Please," the man said.

Eh? Chinese people?

Yin Guo took off the hat of the down jacket, sat up straight, and was about to speak when a man with glasses who also looked Chinese leaned over and put the second glass of wine in front of Meng Xiaotian: "This is yours."

"I'm so sorry." Meng Xiaotian giggled.

"You're welcome," said the man with glasses, "compatriots."

Meng Xiaotian immediately introduced Yin Guo to them: "This is my sister."

they know each other? How can it be? Meng Xiaotian came to New York for the first time.

Yin Guo looked at his cousin.

"When you called, they came in at the table next to me," Meng Xiaotian explained to her. "I heard them speak Chinese, so I asked casually, what kind of wine is good here."

Yin Guo understood.

The man with glasses smiled and asked, "Didn't you two find the hotel? Are you trapped here?"

In this weather, no one is in the mood to bring three large suitcases with fresh labels to the bar for entertainment. It is reasonable to speculate that the two brothers and sisters are trapped here.

"Yeah, I originally booked a hotel, but it was cancelled. Now I'm waiting for my friends to find it," Meng Xiaotian said proactively, "I hope I can find it. It's really not good. It's okay to wait here until tomorrow morning. Anyway, there is something to eat and drink. ."

The man with glasses smiled: "He called a car. If you can confirm the hotel, I will take you there first."

The "he" in the glasses man's mouth is naturally the man who doesn't talk much.

"That's great." Meng Xiaotian was moved crazy.

"Let's wait for you to book," the man with glasses said with a smile. "If it's early, follow his car, it's really not good, I'll take you off. The subway here extends in all directions, and you can get to almost any place."

Meng Xiaotian raised his glass happily: "Thank you, brother."

"You're welcome." The man in glasses clinks glasses with him.

The two chatted happily.

The man was at the small round table next to them, ordering snacks, sipping wine, and watching the band perform.

Yin Guo was not like his cousin who cooked by himself. He looked down at his wine and passed the time.

My cousin's cup is milky white, and I made this one for a lady. It's orange with a few pieces of fruit. She smelled it curiously, the alcohol smell was not strong, she stirred it with a straw, and looked at the wine carefully.

Suddenly, she found that the man glanced at her amusingly.

As if to say: afraid of something?

Yin Guo loosened the straw and tucked the long hair beside her ears behind her ears, pretending to be stupid.

The phone vibrated, and Zheng Yi's WeChat popped up.

God bless, it was a screenshot of the hotel and the contact number, followed by a sentence: There are not many rooms in Manhattan, and it is expensive. Got you the last one in Queens, hurry up, they only promised to stay for two hours.

Yin Guo bumped Meng Xiaotian's arm with his elbow and showed him his phone.

"It's awesome," Meng Xiaotian was overjoyed and said to the man with glasses, "We've done it."

"It's very fast," said the man with glasses in praise. "It seems that your friends are quite reliable. Where is the hotel?"

Meng Xiaotian handed the glasses man's phone.

The man with glasses shook his head and put Yin Guo's phone under the man's eyes: "How long until your car arrives?"

"ten minutes."

The man said the second sentence of the night.

"That's fast," Meng Xiaotian put down the glass, "I'll go to the bathroom first."

"Let's go together." The man with glasses left with Meng Xiaotian.

Here, Yin Guo and the man were left.

Yin Guo kept his head down and chatted on WeChat, reporting to Zheng Yi that he had met two Chinese men, who seemed very friendly, invited them to drink, and said that he would give him a ride to the hotel. Although she was moved, she was also worried about safety issues and quietly discussed with Zheng Yi, would it be dangerous? Zheng Yi's judgment is - in such a ghostly weather, the liar will not be open for business, but what about the perverts who meet the human face and beast heart?

Zheng Yi: You should be careful and learn more about it.

Yin Guo turned off the phone.

Holding the straw, she slowly stirred her glass of wine, and looked at the man at the next table, who was only a step away from her.

After a while, the man sensed her gaze and looked back.

"Are you an international student?" Yin Guo asked politely, "Do you still work here?"

"Students," the man said.

"New York University?"

The man shook his head.

Looking at the flickering in Yin Guo's eyes, he guessed her anxiety: "Afraid that I'm a bad person?"

Yin Guo smiled embarrassedly, but did not deny it.

The man took out a wallet from his arms, took out a Chinese ID card, and put it on the bar in front of her. Then, he took out a magnetic card and placed it with his ID card.

"This is my school's magnetic card," he pointed to the name on it. "You're right."

Immediately, he pointed to his own face, and asked her to treat the real person and the photo at will.

Usually he doesn't have an ID card, but it happened to be useful during the day today, and he didn't expect it to come in handy here.

Yin Guo glanced down and saw the magnetic card first.

Georgetown University? Zheng Yi also has one, she has seen it before. You are actually an alumni with Zheng Yi?

Yin Guo remembered that Zheng Yi's school had a great location. In the wealthy area of Washington, D.C., it was a bull school and an expensive university. This one doesn't look fake. ID card, too.

The personal photo on the magnetic card is the same as the ID photo, and the name is the same.

Do you want to check with Zheng Yi? How to ask for evidence? Did you take pictures?

Too disrespectful to people, but forget it.

Yin Guo folded the ID card and the magnetic card together and wanted to return it to him, the man put his hand into the inner pocket of the cold jacket again

What else to take?

Under Yin Guo's confused gaze, the man took out his phone, unlocked the screen, and opened the photo album. Soon, he turned the screen of his mobile phone, facing Yin Guo, was the information page of his passport, and the name was this:

Lin Yiyang

LIN, YIYANG

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