"The temperature has cooled down again today. I was walking around and suddenly found myself in Qilipu. Do you still remember how much effort you put into convincing me to bungee jump with you? The wind on the mountain was very strong. Your hair was scratching my face, which made me feel a little itchy. It also hurts a bit, but I want to know more about how much money you will add for such a bluffing project."
There are two photos below this sentence. In the first photo, the two of them were tied into rice dumplings by the staff. She buried her head in his chest, not daring to look down. The second photo shows her after bungee jumping, her legs were so weak that she couldn't walk. When she asked to rest for a while, she was disgusted that he only laughed and did not help her.
"I remember you said that the tinfoil pork ribs rice on the 35th floor of CITIC was particularly delicious. When I asked you to feed me a bite, I got three looks in a row. If I don't eat one bite today, I will eat three plates if I want. Yes, I am just craving you. .”
The accompanying picture is a photo of her looking out the window at Sanjiangkou in a daze. Her arms resting on the dining table cover her eyebrows, but a smiling face is reflected in the glass window.
"Do you still remember this little girl? She said she would give me the starry sky lollipops her mother bought for her because she liked me and would marry me in the future. The girl from the handcraft shop glared at her, pulled me and left , Hahahaha, everyone in the hall burst into laughter."
There are two pictures accompanying this post. One is a photo of the little soft clay figure he made for the girl at the handicraft shop. The other is a photo of the little soft clay figure he made for himself and her. The following is added. Duan complained: "When I get you back, I will open a mom-and-pop shop across the old street to teach children how to make handicrafts. I will definitely gain a lot of happiness from that."
"There is no opponent in love. You are playing chess with yourself. Before it's too late, write down your story carefully and describe how I love you, but you leave me with a smile ------ Do you still remember these lyrics? Today I was waiting for Mr. Shen in a cafe in the southern business district and I was caught off guard when I heard singing coming from the loudspeaker. I didn’t expect that a lyric from that day would actually become a reality."
Like the previous situation, there are also pictures below this post. One was taken with a mobile phone. In the picture, she has her legs tightly together, her hands tightly clasped, and she is apologizing to the public with a embarrassed look on her face. The other is taken with a SLR camera. Yes, she smiled calmly while leaning on the door of the mini car. The black cat on the hood next to her stole the spotlight. She still made some comments: "I borrowed the cafe waiter's cell phone to secretly take pictures of you. For this, I paid an extra 20 yuan as a tip. It's exactly This incident made me determined to change to a better mobile phone, but it turns out that no matter how good a mobile phone is, it can’t produce the same effect as a SLR.”
A new day, new dynamics.
"Qiangzi has been particularly troubled these days because I sang in his bar for three days in a row. There were more and more customers and it became more and more noisy. He said that I had spoiled the bar, so he dared to come here again. He broke my legs just to make his presence known. Of course, this was a joke. He actually understood me very well and advised me to make my debut so that no matter where you are, you can see me. I said this is not good, it’s too She will be jealous if many people like me. Qiangzi said that I look very serious and talkative, [laughing][laughing][laughing]"
This time it was no longer a picture, but a video. He was singing on the stage, and someone was recording it in the audience.
"hiding from the rain and snow now."
"tryingtoforgetbutiwon'tletgo."
"looking at a crowded street."
"listeningtomyownheartbeat."
"somanypeopleallaroundtheworld."
"tellmewheredoifindsomeonelikeyougirl."
"Takemetoyourheart."
"takemetoyoursoul."
"..."
It is a very classic old English song "Take Me To Your Heart", adapted from Jacky Cheung's "Kiss Goodbye".
Another day passes.
"Actually, I also want to say 'I'm sorry' to you. If I had told you that I knew your situation, but I didn't care, instead of melancholy in silence and worrying about whether saying it would make you not know how to face it. I, maybe... you won't leave me either."
There are still two accompanying pictures.
The first one was taken in the corridor of the single apartment she rented. Someone put a card and a bouquet of flowers in front of her door. The card had the words "I'm sorry" written on it, as if he was trying to win her over. forgive. The second photo is when Lin Yue brought her back after renting a house from the landlord. She stood in front of the curtains that were opened a crack, stretching her right arm. The evening sunlight poured in between her fingers, reflecting her hand like a piece of beautiful jade. .
"..."
Although some of the dynamic words are relaxed, it can be seen that they are pretending to be relaxed. Every line of text and every photo expresses how much he misses her.
She still remembered the day she rented the mini to go to the amusement park. He had been playing with his mobile phone in the car. She asked him what he was doing, and he told her to look at it.
It turned out that he had opened a Weibo with the ID name "Lan Qiu Blooming" on the Internet, and said that it was specially created for her. In the future, he would upload all the photos he took to this Weibo that only the two of them knew.
The words above were written for her, and the photos in the album were also taken for her to see.
Ye Lanqiu's hands grasped the edge of the sweater hard, and her shoulders shook slightly. She thought that the winter snow in Heilongjiang could freeze the world, and the cold here could freeze people's hearts. However, it turned out that this was just her wishful thinking.
Every day that passes, the longing in my heart becomes heavier. Today I saw the content on the blog, and the emotions I had suppressed for many days suddenly burst out. The urge to go back to him was like a tide, impacting every cell in my body, from my hair to my nails. Gail seemed to be telling her, "Go back, even if you die eventually, you will die in his arms."
…
After a night.
The snow is still falling, but much smaller, flying softly and falling softly.
The distant mountains are covered with holy gauze, and the heavy whiteness presses the eaves. As far as the eye can see, it is a pure world wrapped in silver. The hot breath exhaled from the mouth and nose turned into white mist, and the breeze penetrated into the gaps of the cotton hat with a biting chill.
Ye Lanqiu was wearing thermal underwear and a red thickened shawl standing on the balcony of the guest room, looking at the children having a snowball fight in the front square with a smile.
Downstairs were tourists from the south who wanted to lie down and roll in the snow. From time to time, a face without any emotion flashed across the corridor. She thought she could use this to tell who was from the south and who was from the north.
Fortunately, the sudden illness suppressed her desperate desire to return to Ninghu, otherwise she would not have been able to see the heavy snow. Last night, she leaned against the window and looked at the flying snowflakes in the sky and thought about it all night, and she still felt a little sad. I'm confused, I don't know if this is the right thing to do.
creak
creak
creak
The housekeeper wearing cotton boots walked to the front of a wooden house on the right, opened the cellar door, took out the pickles and pickles stored inside, and prepared today's breakfast.
There are several SUVs equipped with anti-skid chains parked near the gate of the villa. Judging from the relatively clean car body, it seems that they arrived at dawn. There are still people coming here in this kind of weather. Ye Lanqiu can only attribute this to the south. People have an extreme love for snow. After all, farmers in the deep mountains of some southern provinces have never seen the magnificence of snow-capped territory in their entire lives.
"Miss, may I ask if you have lost something?"
The sound from behind woke her up, and she thought to herself that she had lost something, but she didn't lose anything.
With the next breath, her expression changed.
This sound.
This voice...
She opened her mouth, and her tense body slowly turned for a moment, and then she saw the face that she thought about day and night.
In his left hand he holds a painting of a man using an umbrella to cover the rainy sky above a small tree.
Yes, she lost something in the south. It was very important, and she only discovered it after she left.
At this moment, such a thing is in the hands of the visitor.
Along with the drawing paper came an umbrella, and the flying snowflakes fell on it, accumulating into little white spots.
"Yes, I forgot to bring him here." She said with red eyes.
Lin Yue said: "I have traveled thousands of miles without any hindrance in wind and snow. How should you thank me?"
"Tell me, how much do you want?"
"Boss, can you pay the seven-day labor fee together? I've chased most of China. The migrant workers who have to pay the bill are not as hard as me."
hiss
Ye Lanqiu sniffed, laughed through tears, hugged him, and hugged his back tightly.
"sorry."
"sorry."
"sorry……"
She said "I'm sorry" three times in a row.
Lin Yue put his face against her snow-covered hair: "I am the one who should say I'm sorry. I didn't protect you well and made you suffer so much. If at that time..."
He didn't finish his words because two pieces of cool softness blocked his mouth.
…
A week later, Harbin Taiping International Airport.
Lin Yue was sitting on the bench in the waiting room with two suitcases at his feet. Ye Lanqiu was lying on his lap, already asleep and snoring slightly.
The big screen at the front was playing news, but it wasn't local news, it was news related to Ninghu City TV Station.
