Some people, some things, will have to wait until a long time has passed, when there is no way to retreat, only to find that what we have given up with our own hands has been so beautiful in later days, but we can never meet it again.

When Han Chen arrived home, the dishes on the table were still steaming, he knew that this must be the newly hot dishes when his father received the call, but he didn't expect that not only his father was waiting for him alone in the family, but also Tranquility's parents were also there, as well as her two younger sisters.

He thought that they would never set foot in their house again, but he didn't expect that these were all the bellies of a gentleman with the heart of his own villain.

He was so happy that he couldn't describe the happiness in his heart at this moment, and suddenly tears flowed from his eyes.

"Uncle, aunt, thank you for coming to our house, this is something I have been looking forward to for a long time. ”

Han Chen finished saying this with a crying voice, and there was a photo of his mother hanging in the living room, and her smiling smile was still on the black and white photo.

"Han Chen, those things are over, don't take it to heart, my uncle can be regarded as a person who died once, many things have already been seen, the friendship between your father and me at that time for decades, can I abandon my friends because of this trivial matter? No, besides, I have always known in my heart that some things have nothing to do with your father and son, and you have no choice but to do it. ”

Hearing Tranquility's father's words, Han Chen felt that he had seen a lot, just like that sentence: "Listening to your words is better than reading for ten years." ”

"Okay, okay, it's time to eat now, why are you talking about this, the children have just arrived home, and the bag hasn't been put down, there will be a chance to talk in the future, now let's eat first." Mother Ning was eating and looking at Uncle Ning on the side.

In fact, Han Chen's heart hoped that Father Ning would talk to him more, seeing that it was too late, it was indeed the time to fill his stomach, so he didn't say anything, thinking that he was back now, and there would always be a chance to chat with him in the future.

After eating a meal, an hour had passed, because it was too late, as soon as they finished eating, they asked to go home early, Han Chen and his father both knew that it was impossible to stay at home, even if Uncle Ning stayed, Auntie would ask to go home, so they simply didn't stay, Han Chen sent them home, from the north of the city to the west of the city, it was not too far away, stopped two taxis, he and Ning Fang Ninghua sat in one, the two children talked more and more, chatting one after another, Han Chen was a little overwhelmed。

The car quickly stopped outside the alley, their car was walking behind, naturally it was the uncle and aunt's car that arrived first, Han Chen paid the money and immediately ran over, helped Uncle Ning out of the car, sat in a wheelchair, and pushed him back home from the box.

After arriving home, they did not keep him, but urged him to go home to accompany his father, probably because he had just come back today, and his father was the only one left in the house.

Han Chen didn't say anything, turned around and walked on the way back.

The wind of the winter night, the incomparable panic, always constantly disturbs the peace of a person's heart.

He thought that closing the doors and windows of those past events was already blocking everything, and he didn't have to care too much about gains and losses, but he didn't expect that no matter how long it had been and what he had experienced, his unique feelings for Tranquility had always been in Arthur's heart, and it had never changed.

Thinking about her, it seems that everything has become warm, but now the distant temperature is like an impenetrable emptiness, which can no longer condense into a warm light.

Just like the innocent moonlight in this winter, let two hearts, in the dark night, each flourish and be lonely.

The pedestrian street is still lively, even in winter, there are still a lot of people walking, how many times he walked in these familiar places, he thought of her in his sight.

In the noisy streets, in the silent alleys, even if they met at the corner of the hall after a drinking feast, he would burst into tears of joy.

A person who wants to see too much, perhaps, is really just a glance, it is enough, the floating world is vast, the smoke and rain quicksand, a person, after all, is to hide another person in his heart, no matter how long, no matter what, it is a kind of beauty, like, in the quiet of the morning waiting for a snowfall, write her name on the thin snow, and then write a promise of joy, although the sun comes out it is fleeting, as long as it has come, it is worth cherishing with a lifetime, this is love.

Everything he guarded, gently shook the good times, his eyes were full of thoughts, dyed the whole street, this should be the coldest and warmest day he felt this winter, warm him is the quiet Abba Mother, he feels cold is that everything has returned to its original place, only he and Tranquility have changed, the most important person in his heart, and this tacit understanding between him seems to have been wiped out by time, leaving behind all the good memories, but can not go back.

Let all this, on this night, let him be alone, in the moonlight of the winter night, count all the plots one by one, and then write all the lovesickness into a leaf of wind and bring it to her.

He wanted to record it all with his heart, and he believed that one day she would understand that despite the complexity of the red dust, he was far away, always thinking of her.

The night was getting darker and quieter, and he didn't know how long he had been sitting on the wooden chairs in the square, but he could only feel that the wind was still blowing, and his mind was full of her shadow.

She reads under the cherry blossom tree in the spring, laughs by the lotus pond in the summer, picks up fallen leaves under the tree in the fall, and plays in the snow in the winter.

In the spring, the flowers are in full bloom, and her favorite is still this cherry, she said: "It is delicate but not beautiful, it always blooms quietly on the branches"

In summer, everything is green, she said that she loves this lotus leaf the most, she said: "Out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons"

When autumn comes, the plants begin to turn yellow, and she only collects all kinds of yellowed leaves to make something she is interested in, such as specimens, and every time she picks up leaves, she always says: "These leaves have completed their life's goal, and they have fallen for a lifetime." ”

When winter comes, she always looks forward to the day when it snows, and when this fill comes, there must be her shadow on the snow, and the ground is full of her words, she said: "Write your favorite words in the snow, because the purity of the snow allows her to see many complex things in society." ”