The traffic between the cities at night has long been gone in this freezing and snowy weather, and there are no pedestrians walking on the streets.

Han Chen and Han Bin walked on this ice-covered road, walking cautiously in this bustling city, as if they were all thinking about it.

Walking on the avenue of Dayingpo, on the ginkgo trees on both sides, one by one the popsicles attached to the branches are hanging, quietly looking, it is really a rare wonder of the world.

In this bustling, full of temptations, maybe no one will care about your troubles, and no one will care about your thoughts, you are you, lonely yourself, carrying your own bitter and sweet and sour, drinking the joy of life brewed alone.

The dim street lamps on the side of the street, tasting the bitter wine that confirms loneliness in the snowy night, opening the old diary, the yellowed small words in my mind, the shadow of innocence and childishness emerges in front of me, and suddenly smiles with me.

How many times I asked and how many times I touched, the imprint of youth is so good, no matter how prosperous and lonely, Qinghuan still remains in the clear bottom of my heart......

Like those stories, stories that belong only to him and Tranquility, little secrets that only the two of them know.

Looking at the days of the New Year getting closer and closer, the passing years, the blank space has been accommodated, and in a blink of an eye, it is almost a year at this moment, and I keep asking myself in my heart, where has the time gone?

But from this moment on, where is the beginning of the current self, and where is the end?

It is said that life has a beginning and an end, but no one knows how to disappear, in this upcoming New Year, there is no surprise, and there is no little publicity, just a gradual change, becoming less and less aware of the current self, more and more I don't understand, why the life is so bad.

After a few days of confusion, he no longer knew what life he was living, Han Bin's bald hands were still hanging on his chest, and he had always been neutral about him and Ningning, never expressing his own opinions, nor interfering too much in their thoughts.

After walking for a long distance, I didn't see anyone setting up a stall, and the roadside was wide and empty.

"Hey, let's buy rice and cook at home! I don't know where to get food if we go down, look at how slippery the weather is! If we fall again, it's not worth it." Han Bin said a little bit of wanting to give up grinding his tone.

Listening to what he said has a certain truth, and looking at his crippled and inconvenient hands, he can only accept his fate.

After agreeing, the two embarked on the way back, buying rice in the supermarket downstairs, but there were no vegetables, and it was good to eat instant noodles, I really didn't want to see noodles again, and even smelled that taste, and my love for rice instantly upgraded from zero to a hundred.

He saw the seaweed on the shelves, and by the way he threw two packs into the shopping cart, and the tofu skin was also thrown into the shopping cart, in fact, he didn't know how to do it, just just wanted to take what he could eat.

Han Chen was carrying a ten-pound bag of rice in one hand, seaweed in the other, and two potatoes stained with mud, walking crookedly on the way home.

As soon as he got home, Han Chen cooked rice in a rice cooker, and two potatoes made a hot pot, and he put everything he could make and eat in the same pot.

He didn't know what kind of food he had cooked, but after not eating rice for a few days, it was already delicious to have such a hot pot.

After the meal, he smoked a cigarette and sat on the sofa, and the Guizhou TV showed the disaster situation in the Heda area of Guiyang City, as well as the pictures of the passengers leaving the train station.

When a picture appeared, he seemed to see a quiet figure, and suddenly he was excited and stood up from the sofa, but the TV picture flashed and disappeared in front of him.

"Why are you calling and asking what she's doing?" Han Chen said as he looked at Han Bin.

Han Bin took his mobile phone from the table and said, "Okay, in order to understand your lovesickness, I'll call you." ”

In fact, even if Han Chen didn't say it, he wanted to make a phone call to say hello, but it just so happened that he gave him such an excuse to call out.

"What have you been doing these two days? don't even ask me!" The phone was connected, and Han Bin spoke to her in such a tone.

"What do you have to ask, anyway, such a big person, I won't get lost, I've been volunteering for the past two days, and I don't know when the weather will get better. Tranquility replied to him a lot.

The phone was accompanied by a few "beeps", and then the sound was cut off, and he was still looking at the phone in a daze.

"I'm going to volunteer tomorrow, you're alone at home, eat instant noodles!" Han Chen looked at Han Bin and said.

He looked at him with an aggrieved look, sighed "hey", and replied helplessly: "Sure enough, the word heavy color and light friend has a certain weight." ”

Although he was complaining, he still hoped that he could go out, better than smoking and drinking at home every day.

Maybe in the years when a person is growing up, he is destined to encounter such a time, a person's golden iron horse, a person's iron-blooded battlefield, no one can understand the kind of uneasiness and hesitation in your heart.

He looked at Han Chen and silently thought, maybe at this time, his heart was already in chaos and the world was turned upside down, but he had been pretending to be better and using tobacco and alcohol to anesthetize himself every day.

On the colorful road of growth, perhaps only confidants know the hardships of this road.

A lot of things have happened, and I am already suffering from overload, and I may seem to others to be just a little more silent than usual, and no one will find it strange that in the war of life, I am destined to be a person alone.

The TV screen kept jumping in front of me, the yellowish light in the room quietly illuminated the whole room, and the stove in front of me emitted a warm temperature, and everything seemed to be so quiet.

Looking at the desk calendar placed on the table, 2008 has arrived in February, and the days of the 2007 New Year are about to come to an end, and I suddenly feel that the most unbearable thing every day is to tear off the time with my own hands.

Everything seems to pass so fast, and the days of the year seem to pass by in a flash.

Raise your hand to a page, shrink your hand is a day, just between this lifting and shrinking, it can be said that the random days pass like flowing water, there is no time to sigh, everything is so natural.

Suddenly, he wanted to tear up the calendar so that time would stand still, on the days we wanted.

I really want to have a force that can stop the fall of that page, and if I don't raise my hand, it's just this day, so that yesterday won't be so decisive, and tomorrow won't come so suddenly......