Love has to pay a price, as for what price? can bear it, and whether you are willing to pay for it or not, it depends on the individual.

Many people have said that the union of the two is a compromise with each other.

Hu Yang never thinks so, if it is unhappy, it will be a torment for both parties.

Maybe they are used to the existence of the other party, but they have also lost their freedom.

Life is precious, love is more valuable, if it is for freedom, both can be thrown.

That's because the love is not deep enough.

The early morning sun shines through the distant snow-capped mountains on the tombstones, making her smile even brighter.

"Wen Xian, I know you're very happy, come and taste if it's the taste of before. ”

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of steaming meat and put it in front of her.

The heat dissipated, but it still didn't go away.

"Do you not like to eat it, or am I not cooking it delicious?" asked Hu Yang tremblingly.

However, it was still the smile that had long been frozen and frozen.

Finally, he put the piece of meat that had cooled back into the pot and put it in his mouth.

"It's not the taste of the past, it's the taste of happiness before, without a hint of bitterness and coldness. Populus muttered with her eyes closed.

Legend has it that top foodies can taste the state of mind of the chef when he prepares it.

Populus euphratica is not delicious now, not because his cooking skills have regressed.

It's that his heart is different now than before.

Although she still loves Song Wenxian, it is different from the smiling happiness before.

Now he is thinking with a little sadness, and happy nostalgia with a bitter taste.

Even if he cooks these meals with the most sincere heart, it is inevitable to bring those sorrows and longings.

"Actually, I don't like cooking much anymore. Hu Yang put down his chopsticks and looked at her and said.

Why do women who have a companion wear makeup often, and it is easy to draw attractive makeup.

That's because "women are pleasing to the like".

Similarly, why Hu Yang went to the kitchen was not because Song Wenxian wanted to eat the food he cooked.

In order to allow her to eat delicious and delicious meals, driven by the power of love, Populus euphratica's cooking skills are naturally sesame flowers.

Only then did he have the cooking skills that are comparable to the chef of a five-star hotel today.

Hu Yang sat on the ground, poured two glasses of wine, picked up one and saluted her first, and poured it gently in front of the grave.

Take a sip of the remaining glass yourself.

They didn't drink alcohol when they were in the mainland, but then they came here to teach.

Because of the cold climate and other reasons, it is also customary to drink a small glass of wine before meals.

Whether it's her or Populus, they are very restrained and don't get drunk.

But this time, Hu Yang did not stop after drinking a cup, but continued to pour herself a cup and watched her drink it in small sips.

If you don't get drunk, everyone is drunk, and his eyes are a little foggy.

Snowflakes fell and fell on his head, and the black hair gradually disappeared, and the white became thicker and thicker.

"Wen Xian, do you remember the 'BF' we talked about when we lay on the grass at night?" Hu Yang asked leaning against the tombstone, sitting with her, with a strong smell of wine.

In addition to the howl of the cold wind blowing through the col, there was also the faint sound of snowflakes blooming and breaking.

There was no other sound at night.

It was about eleven years ago one summer, and they were lying on the lawn of Yangyin.

"I have said to you that if I had met you when I was young, I would have said to you: I am your BF.

You lie in the crook of my arm, tilt your head and ask with a wicked smile: What is BF?"

Hu Yang remembered that she looked at herself with a knowingly inquiring look, and wanted to laugh.

"'BF' stands for Best Friend, and your mind is too precocious. Hu Yang kissed her forehead and smiled.

made Song Wenxian sweet and ashamed, she really wanted to be crooked.

Whoever sees the two letters BF, the first reaction is......

"Then what about us growing up, what is 'BF'?" she asked, looking into poplar's eyes shyly.

Hu Yang hugged her tightly, looked at her shy eyes affectionately and said, "It's Boy Friend (boyfriend)." ”

They are in love now, can she not be happy to hear such an answer?

"Then apart from these two, is there anything else?" Song Wenxian asked expectantly on her chest.

From what I just said, we can deduce that 'BF' may have other meanings.

When I was a child, I was my best friend, and when I was in love, I was my boyfriend.

And what about after getting married?

I don't think that a girl during the hot face will not fantasize about growing old with her beloved.

Hu Yang smiled and kissed her lips gently, and said with a smile: "When we get married and have children, 'BF' is 'Baby's Father." ”

Hearing this, Song Wenxian's smile widened.

Looking at the eyes of his beloved, he was also more gentle, and he looked at the man who also looked at him like this with happiness.

"Anything else?"

"What do you say?" Hu Yang asked with a smile.

"From when we were young, to falling in love when we grew up, and then to getting married, then it should be when we are old. She tilted her head and analyzed.

Hu Yang still clearly remembers what he said at the beginning.

"When we are old and can't walk anymore, we lie on the rattan chair under the maple tree in the yard, bask in the evening sun leisurely, look at you with gray hair but beautiful as before, and say the previous words: Old woman, I am BF. ”

"You'll laugh at a bunch of wrinkles and ask, 'Old man, what's BF?'

Thinking of this, he stroked the cold tombstone and watched her smile become even brighter in the sunlight.

A sweet smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Looking at the warm sun in the early morning, his voice was full of vicissitudes and infinite longing, firm and distant: "Be forever." ”

It's a pity that the way he wants it to be is now.

After saying that, Hu Yang's mood became even lower.

Instead of pouring the wine into the glass, you can drink it in the whole bottle directly in your mouth.

"Be Forever......" muttered as she looked at her.

Unspeakable sadness and loneliness are evident.

"Do you remember what you said?" asked Hu Yang softly.

There was no hint of blame in his eyes, but a deep affection and longing.

"When we grow old, lying on the hospital bed and holding each other's hands, I will say: At this moment, I am still your BF. ”

"You ask me 'what is BF'. ”

"ButterFly (butterfly). ”

"I'm your butterfly too. ”

Stretching out a trembling hand, he gently stroked her unchanged face in the photo.

"But why did you turn into a butterfly so early?" asked Hu Yang bitterly.

The snow in early winter separated the two from then on.

Lonely and lonely waiting on the snowy plateau, waiting for the goose that will never appear to fly south.

No response.....

The snow suddenly became heavier.

His black hair was completely gone, and the snow on his poplar's head had turned him white.