Looking at Xuemei in her arms, she was weak, quiet and cute, which was the impression she had half a year ago. It is also an impression in the eyes of others.

"Do you talk a lot to people you don't know?" Qin Fan asked with a smile.

Xuemei tilted her head and thought for a while: "That's what I said, in front of others, I don't even bother to speak, only when I'm with you, I'm willing to say so much." After speaking, he stared at the bright eyes and asked in a low voice, "Does this mean that Jiang Nan likes to march?"

"You can see it. Scratching Xuemei's small nose, Qin Fan replied.

"Nasty!" Xue Mei snorted softly, sniffing in his arms like a puppy. Wu Yu and the army are far away, they can't stand Xuemei's stickiness, and Qin Fan can't stand it.

Since that time when she slept in the same bed, Xuemei has become more and more disregarding what others think of her, as long as there is no one else, she is more enthusiastic. Her best friend Tang Yi once scolded her to her face: Following Qin Fan, a hooligan, Xuemei is about to lose face.

Xuemei also had an unhappy day, and on Saturday afternoon, Qin Fan still skipped class, leaving her alone in her seat.

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Leaning against the ancient city wall, Qin Fan looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the pontoon bridge, hoping to see his familiar figure.

The wind from the river was still cold, the low clouds were grayish-black, the river shone white, and the scraps of paper blown by the cold wind swirled and fluttered in the garbage heaps in the distance.

Qin Fan tightened the leather jacket on his body, rubbed his astringent eyes, and finally saw Dong Min and Wanqing coming one after another.

"Wanqing, I'm here. Qin Fan waved his hand at them, but Wanqing, who heard the sound, hid behind Dong Min, and said a few words to Dong Min who turned his head, Dong Min stretched out his hand to stop Qin Fan's footsteps, there was no frolicking in the past, and said to Qin Fan with a serious face: "Fanzi, you better go back, don't wait here in the future." ”

"Why?" Although he knew that there would be such a scene, Qin Fan couldn't help but ask why.

"You both are like this, and if you continue, there will be no result, and you don't know how difficult it is for Wanqing now?" Dong Min asked rhetorically.

Seeing Wanqing behind Dong Min, her face was haggard, completely losing her former gentleness and calmness, and her lowered face was pale and dull, Qin Fan felt very uncomfortable.

"We can figure it out, I've already asked, what happened that year was not what you think. Wanqing, you ...... ”

"Don't say it, Fanzi. Wanqing interrupted: "Fanzi, thank you for liking me, but now, now, I have promised my mother ......" bowed her head and was silent for a moment and continued: "Fanzi, let's stop here, I can't break my mother's heart anymore." ”

Seeing that Qin Fan was about to speak, he tried his best to squeeze out a smile and persuade: "You are still young now, you will definitely find a girl better than me, forget me." Minmin, let's go. Without waiting for Dong Min to react, he hurried forward alone.

"Wanqing!" Qin Fan shouted, just wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Dong Min: "Don't chase it, what if you catch up, what can you do, it's just that what happened back then has nothing to do with your mother, do you think your respective parents can let you continue to date? I advise you, or take a look after being separated for a while." After speaking, without waiting for Qin Fan to speak again, he hurriedly chased after Wanqing.

Qin Fan looked at their backs blankly, but he didn't see the tears on Wanqing's face, nor did he feel Wanqing's heart like death.

The back has been lost, leaving Qin Fan standing lonely on the steep slope in front of the bridge, the cold wind is still there, but he feels the piercing bones all over his body, shivering and taking out a cigarette from his coat pocket, lighting it, when the smoke is spit out, his body and mind seem to be unable to hold it anymore, his legs are weak, and he sits crookedly on the dirt slope.

Sitting on the slope for a long time, looking at it from a distance, Qin Fan was like a dull tree.

Qin Fan didn't know what to think about anymore, he just felt that his mind was empty, and there was only the sound of the river lapping on the riverbank in his ears.

As if someone was calling his name, Qin Fan turned his head, and what caught his eye was Xuemei, who was full of distress. "Why are you here?"

Xuemei didn't seem to hear his question, and was trying to help him up.

When the two of them walked into the hotel in embarrassment, Qin Fan only felt a splitting headache, and lay down on the bed regardless of it, never wanting to move a penny again.

Weiwei ran in and asked Xuemei what was going on, Xuemei didn't know how to answer, just took off Qin Fan's winter coat with Weiwei, started a charcoal fire, touched Qin Fan's forehead slightly, and said: It's so hot.

When Qin Fan woke up again, the hotel was already closed. With a cool towel on her forehead, her throat and eyes were burning and aching, and when she turned her head, she saw Xuemei sitting in front of the charcoal brazier and taking a nap, "Water, water." Qin Fan shouted.

"When you wake up, I'll pour it out to you. After Xuemei woke up, she hurriedly went to get the brewed herbal tea. After pouring a pot of herbal tea, Qin Fan felt much better, and after looking at Xuemei busy, Qin Fan blamed himself: "Xuemei, I have wronged you." ”

Xuemei didn't speak, changed a towel for Qin Fan, sat on the edge of the bed, and folded the quilt for him before asking, "It's a cold day, why are you running to the river to sit, it's okay now, I have a fever." ”

Xuemei knew that Qin Fan would go to the bridge on Saturday afternoon to meet Wanqing, but after Qin Fan left today, she was really angry, and hurried to the pontoon bridge after class, but saw Wanqing's face full of tears on the way. Later, when she saw Qin Fanmu sitting on the dirt slope in a daze, Xuemei couldn't tell whether she was angry or distressed.

In addition to the red charcoal in the charcoal basin, there was a slight cracking sound in the house, and the heartbeat of the two people.

"Xuemei. A hoarse voice broke the silence in the room.

Looking at Xuemei's soft cheeks, Qin Fan didn't know what to say, a girl like Xuemei, in the eyes of others, was a little princess, and it was too late to feel distressed, so she could still serve people like a maid, and she didn't know what Xuemei liked about him.

"What do you want to say?" Xue Mei asked softly, although she already knew that Qin Fan and Wanqing could no longer be together, but Xuemei was not as happy as she had thought before, and the tears and desolate expression on Sister Wanqing's face always appeared in front of her.

"I'm much better, and I see you're tired, or you should go back sooner, or your mother will come again, and I won't be able to bear it then." Qin Fanqiang said with a smile.

"I don't, don't just get better, you want to drive me away, tell you that my mother has been here when you slept, and let me take good care of you. Xuemei lied that she actually made her mother angry.

Qin Fan smiled, this girl can't deceive people, the expression on her face and the uneasiness when she lies have already betrayed her.

"Scoundrel, what are you laughing at, I'm telling the truth. Xuemei said strongly.

Maybe talking to Xuemei, Qin Fan's mood is not as uncomfortable as when he was at the bridge, and he doesn't want to think more about him and Wanqing, although it's a pity, but the grievances and grievances of the previous generation are not so easy to resolve, compared to Wanqing in the previous life, or not in the world, the current situation is not much better, at least Wanqing is still alive.

As a person who has come over, I know very well how difficult and painful the process of forcing Wanqing to be with me is, even if it is reluctantly combined, how will the parents of the two families deal with?

If you really love her, you must let go of the pain, let her get married and have children peacefully, and live a happy life quietly as she wishes.

"Xuemei, thank you. Qin Fan sincerely thanked Xuemei.

Xuemei was stunned, she had rarely seen Qin Fan so serious, but what she liked was his careless and lazy appearance.

"I see you're still having a fever, and I don't understand what nonsense you're talking about, what thank you. Xuemei said as she suddenly brought out a dirty word. Seeing Qin Fan snickering and coming back to his senses, he grabbed the towel on Qin Fan's forehead in shame, pumped it on him, and scolded while smoking: "You villain, you still laugh at me, I didn't learn from you." ”

The laughter and scolding in the house came through the window to the outside of the house.

In the dark night, the sky was sprinkled with the first snow in eight or nine years.