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On this day, Chunuo came back a long time later than usual. As soon as he entered the room, he couldn't help cursing: damn snow. It hasn't snowed for years. People in the small town have long forgotten that snow is also a natural disaster. No one expected that it would rain all day, and there seems to be no sign of stopping. A thick layer of snow has accumulated in the yard. As usual, Chunuo made a cup of warm tea, sat by the window, curled up the heat, and the chill on the road was dispelled. Nuo lives alone, his parents have long since passed away, and he is the only one in Nuo Da's small quadrangle. In the envious eyes of others, Chunuo felt vaguely lonely. It's time for him to find a wife. However, the car maintenance company he runs has never been on the track, and before that, he had no extra ideas. The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the snow outside the window is pale. Chu Nuo felt a little sad, which was emitted by himself, but he never felt pity for his life. The tea in his hand has no temperature. Chu Nuo took out the unfinished documents and looked at them, but he felt that the room was quiet and horrible. Is it because of the snow? Without the noise of passers-by, the noisy child next door has fallen asleep. Chu Nuo couldn't help but put down the file, and his thoughts drifted far away. The snowman I made with my parents when I was a child seems to be in the backyard. He stood up and wiped the water vapor from the window. The yard is clear at a glance. Because of the snow, it is much brighter than usual at night. He thought he had something to deal with tomorrow, so he simply took a bath, folded his clothes and lay down. The next day, the snow was ankle-deep, and the Red Snow Police was broadcast on TV. Everyone tries not to go out in case of casualties caused by the snowstorm. He called his secretary and asked her to inform the staff to have a three-day holiday. Hang up the phone, he opened the back door, cold, suddenly remind of the snowman, unexpectedly like a child in the yard to build a snowman. The pile was as big as his own. He put on his old coat, tie and hat with raw edges, and looked like another himself from a distance. He smiled faintly, not knowing whether it was boring or boring.

In the afternoon, the snow gradually stopped, and Chunuo went out to buy some food. In the past two days, vegetable farmers have robbed the fish in troubled waters, and the price of vegetables has doubled. Helpless, they still want to eat. When Chu Nuo went back with a basket, he caught a glimpse of his snowman and even cast a gloomy look. He turned his head and saw the snowman standing there as usual. Maybe he was too stressed and nervous, so he thought about it and went in. The next day, the weather cleared up and everyone began to shovel snow. ChuNuo idle sitting in front of the bed on the second floor, watching people coming and going shoveling snow, and children in the distant clearing, holding a snow stick. After a while, he heard a doorbell ring downstairs. It's a newspaper. He has no friends. Only the milkman and the postman often visit. He picked up yesterday's and today's newspapers and turned them page by page. Nothing serious, just all kinds of gossip about those stars. He left the newspaper and began to rearrange the affairs of the company. When he left the computer, the sun was going down again. He sighed helplessly. It's quiet outside again. There is a warm fragrance of kudingcha in the room. He seems to hear some voices. It sounds as if someone is walking in the snow downstairs. Who else will be at his house at this late hour?

Chuno went downstairs and opened the back door. There is no one in the snow. Just now, when he didn't open the door, he felt a voice. In a flash, it was gone. He looked at the snow carefully. It was covered with small footprints, not his. It was the child next door who accidentally ran in and left, he thought. I feel a little tired and go to bed early today, he said. At midnight, he felt cold. When he raised his hand, he found that his quilt was missing. He groped for the light, but he touched a cold object. His heart contracted and he couldn't help letting out a scream. He summoned up the courage to touch the switch again. The light is on and there is nothing in the room. He doesn't know what that cold thing is. I want to turn off the lights and feel worried, so I sleep with the lights on. Early in the morning, Chu Nuo heard the snow in the yard again, like being trampled, making a click sound. He ran naked, and there was still nothing. Look closely, the footprints seem to come from the snowman's feet. He felt a little scared, but he couldn't say what it was. His mind was blank at that time. I want to find someone to accompany me, but I want to go, but I can't find anyone. Stay alone in your room and fidget, and no one will be in the company until tomorrow. He thought about it, and it was better to get dressed and go to the company to clean up than to stay alone against the wall. The pedestrians on the street are sparse, the snow on the road has not melted, and the car can't move. Walking in the snow, making a squeaking sound, it's messy. When walking, ChuNuo felt something was wrong, and the footsteps seemed to be more than one person. But there's no one around. He gradually stopped and turned around. There is also another set of footprints left by people I don't know. Very small, very small, ChuNuo heart a tight. What is it, just a coincidence? He couldn't bear to think much, and his voice was still moving forward. He followed the sound, and a string of tiny footprints spread forward shallowly. . . . Panic rose from the bottom of my heart, and Chunuo shouted and ran back. Until I was panting on the porch. The whole thing has been a bit weird since it snowed. Chuno remembered the snowman in the yard, didn't he? 16 years ago, Chuno was not Chuno, his name was Chusi, and Chuno was his twin brother. They didn't get along at all when they were young, because Chuno was a genius since childhood. He knows violin and piano, and he knows this and that. However, he thinks as much as his brother, but he can only live in the shadow of his genius brother forever. The love his father and mother gave Chu Nuo made Chu jealous. Finally, on that snowy day, Chu Si saw her well-dressed brother go out to the party with his parents again, but he could only stay at home and couldn't hold back his anger. He knocked Chu Nuo unconscious with a vase and made a snowman. He thought, let him dress up as his brother, just for a while, and enjoy everyone's attention and parents' care. However, when he came back, he quietly pulled away the snowman. Chu Nuo was out of breath and froze to death in the snow. He felt panic and guilt, but soon calmed down and buried Chunuo again. He decided to be Chunuo, and he did it better than Chunuo himself. Soon, parents found Chusi missing, and the local police conducted a detailed investigation, but found nothing. Because the yard is in the north, the snow has not melted, and this secret has been kept until the next spring. When he had to move the body, his parents also found out about it. In the rage of his father, Chusi told the story in detail. He was punished by kneeling in the yard. In the middle of the night, he sneaked back to his room and heard his parents' consultation. He will call the police tomorrow. In his panic, he quietly broke the brakes of his father's car. The next day, he was not surprised to hear that his parents had died. His calm face pretended to be sad. He inherited all the inheritance and became the sole owner of this small yard. Then he sank Chuse's body into a small pond in the backyard and pressed it on a stone, and it was over.

At the thought of these, ChuNuo was a little headache, and those past events poured in like the wind. He buried Chunuo in the yard, just under the snowman. In the yard, there was a faint voice. He covered his ears and didn't listen, but his voice got into the eardrum like a magic cymbal and struck his soul. Chunuo rushed into the yard and roared, "You have been stealing everything from me, my mother's love and my friends' attention. I have done nothing wrong. Do you know how much I hate you? I hate that I didn't kill you earlier. " In an instant, the yard quieted down, and Chunuo couldn't sit still in the snow, and he would come sooner or later. After about a week, the snow began to melt slowly, and Chunuo traveled home from the company every day. Fatigue and the terrible sound in the backyard made him nervous and difficult to sleep. That night, he had a bad headache, so he took a pill and fell asleep. In the dream, he felt very cold, and a voice kept echoing in his ears. . Give it back. Give it back. . . He woke up from a dream, his eyes were blinded by the dazzling sunlight, and he was wondering when he found himself in the yard. No wonder it is so cold at night. I was about to go back to the house, but I saw myself coming out of the house and getting ready to go to work! He shouted and found himself unable to make a sound at all. The sunshine did him a lot of harm. He saw that his nose was all white, like a snowman. No, he is a snowman. He shouted in fear, but no one could hear his voice. He can't move except looking at the sun helplessly. Chunuo felt the coolness from the heart, and he felt that he was slowly becoming stiff. I don't know how long it took, but he saw himself coming back. He stared at him in despair, only to see him go to Chunuo and say softly, I am Chusi, and now I want mine back. After he finished, he kicked the snowman and "boom" the snowman fell down. ChuNuo heard his last heartbeat and slowly stopped.

In the early morning, Chusi looked at Chunuo's body on the ground and smiled. He's not Juno. 16 The night before, Chusi didn't hit Chunuo, but was knocked down by Chunuo, hit the foot of the table and fainted. Chunuo was so scared that he buried Chusi in the snow. He was in a trance, thought he was Chusi, and then killed his parents. No one knows that Chuse is not dead. He soon woke up in the snowman, so he got rid of the snowman and climbed out. He quietly stuffed his wax figure into the snowman, trying to frighten Chu Nuo to death. He didn't expect Chunuo to kill his parents. He was afraid that he would be killed by Chunuo when he came back, so he wandered alone. When he came back many years later, he wanted to get back what he deserved. A game was set up to scare Chu Nuo, which eventually led to her mental breakdown and frequent insomnia. After he swallowed valium and fell asleep, Chusi went in and gave him an injection, which made him weak and his heart slowed down. Then buried in the snow, the morning scene happened. He dragged Chuno's body into the car, transported it to the garbage dump, and left it under, and no one would ever find it. From then on, he was in the fourth grade. After throwing out the garbage, Chuse went directly to his brother's company. He knows everything about his brother. He lived in that house while his brother was away, but Chuno never knew it. Chuse sat on the leather chair and wanted to laugh happily. My brother's hard work these years belongs to him.

He went to the bar for a drink late at night. For the first time in many years, he felt happy from the bottom of his heart. Half drunk, he staggered home and vaguely heard the clatter in the yard, just like when he scared his brother. He opened the gate and saw a snowman walking back and forth in the snow. Suddenly, Chuse's brain exploded, and all the alcohol gathered and passed out. A few days later, the secretary made many phone calls, but no one answered. Chuse never went to work, and finally called the police. He discovered that Chusi had been dead for many days, and the cause of death was heart paralysis. At the same time, in the garbage dump, a group of scavengers found Chunuo's body. Since then, the yard has been empty. Although there are occasional tenants, they are all scared away by the footsteps in the middle of the night. Soon, the house was completely abandoned. The whole town knows that Chu's yard is a haunted house, and there are sad footsteps in the middle of the night, which is very difficult.