Relying on the TV, I am constantly reminiscing about my life.

Looking back at the eighteen-year-old self, she was not willful, nor crazy, and tasted the hardships given by that time, and it was those hardships that forced her to grow up and made her strong.

Looking back at the eighteen-year-old self, I have shed tears, been injured, and fallen on my heels, but I am also full of passion and set sail.

It's just that the hourglass of time has not stopped the pace of loss, in her eighteen years old, just like this, has passed unconsciously, occasionally in dreams, the old time will meet her, and she never regrets the dream of returning, only sighing that time is too hurried.

Snowflakes fly down the winter earth, looking at the years that have passed, the green tears in the laughter, remembering the time of this moment, the river of life flows quietly from the side, drowning the youth without a trace.

Now that I think about it, the happiness and pain of the past are just a blink of an eye, like a beautiful flower, like a year of water, just a flick of his fingers.

Just like today's snow, today's scenery, and today's people, where will they go after today?

Many years later, when we think back to our present moment, whether there will be tears flashing in the corners of our eyes, or happy smiles, and where we will land in the future, these are all unknown distances.

Thinking about it, she fell asleep on the sofa, her scattered hair covering half of her face, and her swarthy hair hanging in the air.

Han Bin turned down the sound of the TV to the lowest, took out the spare quilt from the cabinet, carefully covered her, and began to scramble to clean up the messy house.

The barbecue skewers were picked up on the ground, as well as broken glass shards, which he wrapped in paper separately and put them in the doorway.

An hour passed, and he finally cleaned up my whole living room like a little bit of a piece of accomplishment and sat down in his chair.

Today's heavy snowfall, blocked roads, and temperatures that will continue to reach minus a few degrees Celsius are on the TV.

Listening to this news, it added a little sorrow and sorrow, he sighed a few times, raised his hands above his head, and bothered himself deeply, and began to yawn, maybe it is more suitable for people to sleep in such a winter.

-- Dividing line --

In the vast white snow, Han Chen in the distance was constantly waving to her, she was trying to run in his direction, struggling desperately, running desperately, but it seemed that she was always in place.

The people around her were sneering at her, with disdainful eyes and a sneering tone, constantly counting on her.

She was trying to find her way on this white snow, but she was always confused and couldn't find where the intersection was.

When she looked up again, she couldn't see Han Chen's figure anymore, she tried to look around, but she couldn't find it, and when she was desperate, her body suddenly shook and woke up, only to find that it was just a dream.

She took away the quilt on her body, sat on the sofa, leaned her head back, leaned her head awakely, and said to herself, "It's okay, it's just a dream." ”

"You're awake!" Han Bin asked, looking at her, holding a glass of warm water that he had just received from the boiling kettle.

She took the water from his hand and whispered, "Thank you." ”

I just woke up a little tired, my eyes were slightly swollen, and there was some bitterness in my mouth.

She drank all the water in the cup in one go, looked at the clean and orderly room, and said in surprise, "You cleaned all this?"

"Otherwise, do you think there is anyone else who will clean it up but me? He spread his hands over his chest, looking like he had achieved a little accomplishment.

"Knock knock" Several loud knocks came from his ears, and Ning Ning glanced at the door strangely, and nagged: "Who will knock on the door!"

"Who?" she replied, raising her voice.

"I'm a waiter, your lunch has been prepared, are you going to serve it to the restaurant now?" The voice of the waiter outside the door came dimly through the door.

"Tell her to wait a while and then go up, now it's cold for us to eat. In the room, Xia Qing's loud voice came.

Tranquility stood up, slowly walked to the door, and politely said Xia Qing's words to the waiter.

When she closed the door and turned around, she had already seen Xia Qing walking out wrapped in a coat, and her hair was neatly sprinkled on her shoulders.

"So you were awake, I thought you were still asleep!" said Tranquility, looking at her.

"Hmph, I woke up a long time ago to hear what you guys had to talk about, but the results disappointed me. "She spoke like a spy.

"Morning" Han Bin put his hands in his pants bag, and looked at her as a lazy sheep to say hello.

"I know it's not early, it's noon, I drank last night and now my stomach is so uncomfortable, I won't drink anymore. Xia Qing, who was speaking, fell on the sofa as soon as his body tilted.

Lin Jiajia in the room was still desperately struggling to get up, and the oil stains and wine stains on her white down jacket made her already groggy head even more headache.

Tranquility had already washed up in the bathroom, as if everything was in place, and only the two of them were in charge.

Xia Qing was lying on the sofa flipping through his mobile phone and suddenly said, "Did you call me in the morning?"

Han Bin shook his shoulders and said casually: "Otherwise, how could I be here, you won't answer your phone for half a century." ”

"Ahem. Lin Jiajia got up and stood at the door, coughing twice deliberately, as if announcing to everyone that I was up.

Everyone's eyes followed her cough, only to see her dejected head taking care of her down jacket, looking at a large piece of oil stains on her clothes with an aggrieved look, and said fiercely: "Xia Qing, look, what did you do last night, what should I wear later?"

"Ah, I got it?" Xia Qing replied with a questioning expression.

Drunk people don't know what they do when they get drunk, which seems to be a natural phenomenon of the public, but Tranquility never believes that drunk people don't know anything, they all say that drunk people understand that their will must still be sober, and they are just venting themselves through alcohol.

The waiter in the restaurant was serving, and the steaming meal brought a touch of warmth to this cold morning.

The waiters left one after another, Han Bin looked at the dishes on the table and said, "It's a bit of a waste, which of you won the lottery, the room is open to a suite, and the ordering is so rich." ”

"Ahem, I won the lottery, let's eat, we're good to go." Hearing Han Bin say this, Ning Jing knew that he didn't know that this hotel belonged to Xia Qing's family, and suddenly felt that he was a little wooden at this moment, and his reaction was slow, everyone knew that this Qingyang Hotel was the name of Xia Qing's brothers and sisters, only he didn't understand.