Early in the morning, there is a "chirping" children's noise on the street, the children are holding the little hands that are frozen red, like purple sprouts and ginger, seven or eight come together to shape the snowman, although the snowman is just a big pile up and down, but it is very white and bright.

The children made his eyes out of the leaves on the ground, cut them into the shape of their mouths, painted them in crimson color, and pasted them on the snowman's face, and in this way, the snowman was made, and then a bunch of children clapped their hands, nodded their heads, and laughed at themselves, laughing and playing with themselves, as if they had forgotten the cold, and all they saw on their faces was full of hope.

Looking at the white expanse outside the window, Tranquility was very reluctant to leave like this, unable to let go of her mother on the hospital bed, as well as her mother who was not in good health, and her sister who was so small that no one took care of her at home.

Although the face is still sunny, in fact, the sour taste in the depths of the heart may only be understood by himself.

"I'm coming!"

Han Bin took the breakfast and ran to the ward with great interest, his face was red from the cold, and the steam in his mouth kept floating into the air.

"It was so nice inside the room, it was so cold outside, the whirring wind was blowing on the face, like a knife cutting the face. He rambled on for a long time.

Seeing Tranquility's packed luggage, a simple plastic bag, neatly placed on the edge of the bed.

He walked over, patted her on the shoulder and said, "Come, give you a ticket to Guiyang." ”

Looking at the train ticket he was holding in his hand, two pink tickets shining in front of her eyes, she opened her eyes in surprise and said slowly, "You went to buy me a ticket?"

"That's right! With such a heavy snow and ice everywhere, do you still want to take a car, maybe you will be stuck somewhere in Loushanguan? Han Bin continued.

"Why two tickets?" Xia Qing asked, looking at the ticket in his hand.

Han Bin retracted his hand, looked at her and said helplessly: "Because one of them is mine, I have to go back to work!"

"Going to work?" the three of them asked in unison, thinking that he had had something unpleasant with the family again.

He walked in place with a low voice, turned around, as if he didn't know what to say, and suddenly looked up at Ning Jing and said, "Do you think I don't know your thoughts?" If you want to go to work quickly, you can pay off Jiang Hao's money earlier, since I borrowed it, then I, Han Bin, can't shirk it, and make money with you to pay off the debt." ”

Looking at Han Bin, who was speaking seriously, she suddenly didn't know what to say, and the word thank you was used on them, as if she couldn't express that thanks.

So she simply smiled, didn't even bother to say thank you, just smiled happily.

Mom sat on the edge of the bed and kept nagging her, constantly telling her to take care of herself, not to be cold, freezing, or tired.

As the old saying goes: "The mother is worried about a thousand miles away" is really not false at all, and before you step out of the door, you can feel the reluctance in the eyes of your mother.

Looking at the time in his hand, Han Bin was also urging him to hurry up, otherwise he wouldn't be able to catch the train.

She carried a white plastic bag, looked at her father lying on the bed, and her mother, whose eyes were red and swollen with crying, and didn't know what to say goodbye to for a moment.

He exhaled deeply, looked at Xia Qing and Lin Jiajia and said, "Please, help me take care of my parents!"

After speaking, his reluctant eyes kept wandering on his mother, and he finally left and couldn't say what he wanted to say.

With his head down, he silently turned away, took a big step, and walked towards the staircase, tears already dripping down his face through his eyes.

Tears that originally came out of the eyes were warm tears, but they instantly cooled on the face.

Han Bin handed out a pack of tissues from her bag, gently took the plastic bag in her hand, and whispered: "Cry! Cry! Anyway, I prepared enough tissues today, enough for you to cry, but if you cry enough today, why don't you cry in the future?"

There are always joys and sorrows in life that cannot be broken, we say we have to face them, and we know how to be strong, but when we face life and death, parting and disaster, we will still feel painful.

It's not that we don't know how to face it with a smile, but everyone will have a vulnerable and helpless side, and this journey is always dusty, and we need to occasionally feel in pain and touch that true self.

She knows that tears are something that everyone doesn't want to see, including herself, after all, when we see someone, a bright smile is always more pleasant than a crying face, and a bright smile is easier to remember.

Silently wiped the tears on his face, looked at the vast sky in the distance, as if he hadn't breathed fresh air like this for a long time, and smelled all kinds of medicine and disinfectant water in the hospital these days.

Walking out of the hospital is like another world, but I still can't relax myself.

The ground is covered with a vast white patch, and the trees, rooftops, and flower beds seem to be the same color, and the snow is a little dazzling, and people can't help but want to close their eyes.

This snow is so big that even the sidewalk is a thick layer, looking at the large and small footprints on it, it seems to tell me that this winter, I have been here, so it has left a deep imprint.

Han Bin took off his scarf from his neck, gently wrapped it around her neck, touched her face lightly with his fingers, and said mischievously: "You can't freeze, keep a good and healthy body, and only then can you have the strength to make money." ”

The distance from the train station seemed to be a long, long walk today, she wiped her hands in her bag, and looked at the camphor trees on both sides of Xinjie, the leaves had already been wrapped in heavy snow.

When passing downstairs of Jian's supermarket, Han Bin's wandering eyes suddenly stopped at those two simple words, as if an inexplicable feeling came to his heart, and he didn't know when the parting time would be the return date this time.

This winter is really cold, so cold that I don't even want to take my hand out of my bag, I don't want to open my mouth to speak, many words would rather be choked in deep throating, and many stories just want to hide in my stomach, sad and self-aware, cold and warm self-aware.

The old boots in the snow, although not as warm as the newly bought, hide deep memories, and every step of the walk is careful, for fear of stepping on the time is particularly painful.

Looking at the people coming and going, maybe there are unknown stories hidden in their hearts, and they have to pretend to move forward, maybe this is a portrayal of life.

She lowered her head and kept striding forward, not daring to stop her steps easily, for fear of stopping, for fear that she would not be able to bear the clarity of this piece of white.