After a month-long struggle, the weather finally improved, the ice on the ground began to melt, and the branches began to gradually reveal their original faces, no longer wrapped in a thick layer of ice?

In the early morning, when the winter dawns, the sun finally shows its long-lost smile, and the streets are cheering continuously, which is more cheerful than the atmosphere of the New Year.

The children and the old people have come out one after another, as if they have hibernated for a whole winter, and finally see spring.

Han Bin's hand is almost good, and his hand that has been left for so long can finally move freely, he is extremely excited, and he is constantly bumping his hand everywhere.

Many shops that were not open due to the weather began to open today, and I saw the long-lost stalls on the side of the street, and heard the shouts of the stall owners for a long time.

Han Bin sat on the sofa and called the leaders in the bar, he was ready to return to his old business and continue to walk in the days of sleeping in the sun and passing the stars.

Han Chen was already making breakfast in the kitchen, and he was like Han Bin's nanny these days, doing laundry, cooking, mopping the floor, as long as all the housework at home was all done.

Looking at the noodles he brought out, Han Bin had no appetite at all, because during this time, he ate the most noodles, noodles for breakfast, noodles for lunch, noodles for dinner, and even noodles every day.

Looking at the noodles on the table, he shook his head and said, "I'm going out to eat something delicious, you can enjoy the noodles slowly!"

He took a coat from the house, slammed the door shut.

He was the only one left in the empty room, sitting on the sofa and eating noodles quietly, facing Han Bin's departure, there was no surprise or expression, as if everything was expected by him.

After eating the noodles, he still sat on the sofa after cleaning up everything in the kitchen, lighting a cigarette and smoking one bite at a time.

The room was filled with the smell of smoke, and there were bottles of beer on the table from last night, and the sun shone in through the window, only to find that the room had not seen sunlight for a long time, and looking at the messy everything, I couldn't help but want to clean it up.

He stood up, just extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, and began to tidy up the house in an orderly manner, from the living room to the room, to the kitchen, the room that seemed to be passable, and the large bags of garbage were piled up at the door under his packing.

When you just open the door and are about to put your garbage at the door. The dazzling sunlight shone directly, and he couldn't help but cover his eyes with his hands.

The original hard ice on the road has melted, and all that remains is the wet pavement and some broken branches in the flower beds.

Everything seems to have come just right, and the disaster of this cold winter has finally passed.

It turns out that there is no deadline for ice melting and melting, and it is doomed to gather and disperse.

Many things are like this melting ice, it has existed on the earth, it has appeared in people's hearts, it has been deeply spent on this land, and after it has melted, everything has disappeared without a trace.

Just like youth, just like feelings, in his heart, between his eyebrows, he really has feelings, there have been traces.

I hope that every morning and twilight in the future, he wants to hand over the love and hate of the past to time, and finally understand that some likes are destined to be just memories.

"What are you doing?"

Han Bin was carrying a bag of vegetables, meat, and all kinds of things that he couldn't buy on this winter day. Panting and standing at the top of the stairs asked.

"Don't you see the garbage on the floor? What else can I do? He replied in an impatient tone.

The silent thoughts just now were interrupted by Han Bin, who sat on the sofa again, and prepared to smoke another cigarette from the cigarette case.

These days, except for Han Bin, who accompanies him every day, that is, cigarettes and alcohol, although they can't speak, they are the things that understand his mind the most.

Watching the pictures on TV change from cold winter to a new picture, it seems that things that have been hibernating for a long time have ushered in a beautiful spring.

Han Bin was humming softly in the kitchen, cooking in a beautiful mood, as if everything was so beautiful.

He looked at the room he had cleaned up, and the dying party on the windowsill, and couldn't help but think of her in his mind.

I still remember that she was holding a book, chasing him behind the playground and asking, "What do you mean, the leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost?" ”

"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. When he first read it, he didn't fully understand the meaning of the poem, and in a hazy sense he just thought that there must be a new scenery or a person on the other side of the water.

He explained to her in such a hazy way, and she read his explanation very carefully.

It is only today that he really understands the meaning of this verse, they are in the same city, one in the south and one in the north, just like she is at the end of the world, he is at the cape, two by two, but they cannot rely on each other.

Stepping on this road of growth, through the wind and rain, and not afraid of hardships and wanting to get close to her, she found that she was no longer the original girl who chased him with a book and asked about the pale and white dew.

His phone rang on the table, and the vibrating sound of "woo-woo" seemed to vibrate the room.

He looked lazy, got up from the couch, walked to the phone, and glanced sideways at the screen, because few people knew the newly bought mobile phone number, and he didn't think that anyone would call him at this time.

Looking at an unfamiliar number, he pressed the answer button, but did not speak, waiting for the other party to speak, but the other party on the phone did not respond for a long time.

He hung up the phone with a disdainful expression and threw it on the couch.

He walked to the door of the kitchen and watched Han Bin carefully cutting vegetables, and in the pot was the long-lost pork ribs stewed radish.

Already smelling a burst of fragrance, he put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked at him and said, "Yes, your cooking skills are getting better and better, it seems that I will have a good mouth in the future." ”

Han Bin glanced up at him and said, "In the future, are you going to live with me in the future?" Isn't it not far from the day you leave school, don't you go to the school bag to resume school?"

He didn't answer Han Bin's question, turned around and sat back on the sofa, and continued to watch the picture of the TV series.

In all TV dramas, there are stories of joy and sorrow, and people who watch TV are watching other people's lives and savoring their own stories.

When one is engraved in my heart, I find that all life has an indelible relationship with her.

When he passed by a bridge, he would think of her smile, and when he crossed a mountain, he would remember her words, but the same mountains and rivers and the same flowing water, but the old man had long since left.