Han Chen was bored with the winter vacation in his hometown, as if he was spending his days like a year.

His original plan was to work as a winter vacation job in Guiyang, but he had to return home due to strong opposition from his parents.

Lin Xiaoxiao pestered him when he had nothing to do, and the parents of both sides seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally matching the two of them.

Although his mother didn't clearly explain what she meant, Han Chen had already seen her mother's thoughts.

For Lin Xiaoxiao, a girl, he has always treated her as a sister, she doesn't like it or have a good feeling, and she has always been treated with a warm attitude.

She is not bad in terms of heart, but she loves to be unreasonable, unreasonable, and thinks that the whole world will revolve around her.

There is a river in my hometown's town, and the water is crystal clear all year round.

The stones of the Xianghe River are greener and more beautiful! In the murmuring of the clear stream, those delicate and clear small stones cover the entire dam, densely dotted on the flat riverbed.

The warmth of the winter sun reveals a mysterious glow.

Han Chen sat on the big stone lying quietly by the water, constantly playing with the water, and from time to time holding a small stone chip and playing with a water ticket, this was a small game that he and Ning Jing had played since childhood.

Time flowed, she went to work after graduating from high school, and he couldn't do anything about it.

Lu Jun said: "There is a feeling that this feeling may not be as strong as love, but it is a thousand times sweeter than love, it is sometimes connected with love, but it is often not related to love." ”

The gaze flashed, and the white clouds blocked the sight of the eye, as if tearing a rift with the sky, and those vivid memories kept appearing in my mind, swaying in the transparent sky of my hometown.

He couldn't help but stand on tiptoe, eavesdropping at the sky above him.

"Han Chen, Han Chen" A crisp voice disturbed his tranquility at the moment, she knew that it was Lin Jiajia.

He turned his head to see that she was waving at him in the middle of the bridge over the river.

Lin Jiajia has been in the county seat during the holidays, and she doesn't know when she will return to the town.

Han Chen pointed to the path next to the bridge, indicating where she could go down to the river.

The path by the bridge is not very easy to walk, and there are some small stones scattered on it.

Lin Jiajia walked down crookedly, feeling that it took a lot of effort to go down.

"Why did you come back, when did you come back?" Han Chen asked as he looked at her.

"I just arrived today, I went to your house to look for you and didn't find you, so I walked along the river, I didn't expect you to be here. She seemed to have endless words, and kept shouting and talking.

"Have you ever thought about what you will do when you graduate in the future?" Han Chen asked Lin Jiajia so seriously.

"I haven't thought about it, at least I haven't thought about it now" Lin Jiajia didn't think about this question, in fact, it was not strange at all, after all, she had grown up in care since she was a child, and she hadn't thought that she would one day stand alone.

"I guess I'll be a teacher after I graduate!" Han Chen said to her.

He suddenly remembered one summer in high school that year, when he and Tranquility were walking in the woods in the afternoon, sitting on the grass after being tired of walking, listening to the joyful sound of insects around them.

She told him that she wanted to be a teacher and teach everything she knew to those who needed to learn and knew how to learn.

Now, with her choosing to work part-time, this little dream is gone, and it feels like it happened yesterday, but a long time has passed.

The way of growth is to constantly lose and gain.

Because we always move forward, go straight forward, not forced, but the meaning of life.

Han Chen and Lin Jiajia chatted until the afternoon, watching the sun slowly set, and the sunset in the sky was particularly beautiful.

They are full of fantasies and expectations about the future, but how far away is the future?

The future is a beautiful and imaginative word, and the best way to predict the future is to take the initiative to create the future.