River beach.

The river beach in Jiangcheng in winter has no beautiful scenery in spring and summer, and the poetry of autumn, only the biting cold wind is accompanied by the rolling river water, and the winter sun is sprinkled on people's bodies, without the slightest warmth.

The group happily ate breakfast, parting Qiu Han simply explained a few words to Xizi, and he took the lead to leave, this time he did not let Dong Xiaolan and Xiaoxiao follow him, but asked Hu Ji to send the two peerless beauties back to Zhongyu Group.

After responding to the appointment at ten o'clock, Qiu Han had to go back to Zhongyu Group once, and under the arrangement of Yin Wuyan's work and the Luoshui Beach project before the previous year, he had to go to Hangzhou to attend the wedding of his brother Lanshang.

The cold wind howled, rolling up the fallen leaves and dust, taking away the beauty of the sun, just like the mood of the autumn cold, slightly desolate.

Occasionally, pedestrians walk on the bluestone pavement, making some noises, indicating that you still have a heartbeat.

After a roundabout, Qiu Han sat quietly on the outdoor bench, lit a cigarette, smoked slowly, and looked at less than half a hundred: Listening to the Zero Point Hut.

This is the place agreed with Zi Yuyan, I haven't been here for a long time, and it seems that the cottage still retains the most original style.

At first glance, this cottage looks like an old farmhouse, quietly in an orange orchard, although the winter is depressed, but the spring is always there, making people warm. The old green tiles carry the essence of heaven and earth, the mud-colored walls are like arid rice fields cracked everywhere, and the locust wooden doors and elm windows have long been crawling full of cracks and are no longer bright. The parasol on the top of the thatched grass in front of the house must be made of fine workmanship, withstanding the test of the scorching heat and cold, and the scattered stone tables and stone benches under the umbrella are overgrown with weeds but only half a meter, which is good at decoration and deliberately natural.

Looking at the scene in front of me, familiar memories instantly occupied my heart. I remember the first time I came here, it was Zi Yuyan who told me.

Two years ago, it was dusk in the fall.

Zi Yuyan sent Qiu Han a set of photos of the hut, and blurred the background, but asked her to guess where it was? At that time, Qiu Han was excited, thinking that she was traveling again. Because Zi Yuyan likes to travel, she often runs around endlessly, and she will always tell Qiu Han after she arrives. For this reason, the two have argued a lot, what Qiu Han cares about is going out to say hello, and what Zi Yuyan cares about is arriving to report safety, and the two questions will seem to have no intersection......?

"Old house, old house, whose house???" A series of random speculations in exchange for Zi Yuyan's dissatisfaction: "Stay at home, know the company every day, the company, drink to make money, you don't know me too well, you don't know what I like? How many days have you not been with me well?"

The words are still in my ears, the past is vivid, and I tried my best to coax her to wait for him here.

In the sunset, Qiu Han saw the hut for the first time, and his intuition told Qiu Han that the style here should be tea, but it was a coffee house.

Later, I learned that the owner of the cottage is from the countryside, born in the eighties, the young couple met and fell in love from the green tile mud house to the present, and experienced countless hardships and twists and turns along the way, and designed the cottage according to their own ideas in order to remember.

People born in the 80s have learned to be nostalgic, and the children of farmers who go to the city to work hard will have a familiar taste. If you're busy, maybe it's good to come and sit down!

For the post-90s consumer group, the differentiation of vision and service can support business, which is fresh!

As for the design of the name, the boss didn't talk about it, but he said that they had different understandings, which was the secret between him and the boss's wife!

Because of the old house, Qiu Han liked it here, and because of Zi Yuyan, Qiu Han fell in love with it. After a long time, two people will soak in this hut in their spare time, reading books, chatting, talking about love, listening to music, when the familiar melody comes back at this time, Qiu Han can't help but sing shallowly:

Every time I walk through this coffee house, I can't help but slow down, you and I met here for the first time, and opened the prelude to the joy.

Today you are no longer a guest, and I am lonely again, for some reason

From a couple to a stranger.

The aromatic coffee wafts all over the cabin, and the emotions for you are still the same, and you don't know when to continue the frontier

Let me pour out my thoughts to you.

I walked past the café again and couldn't help but slow down......

The vision became blurry, and the tears in the corners of his eyes began to drip down, Qiu Han raised his hands and rubbed his eyes, wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

He told himself that he couldn't cry, that strength and disguise were the best body armor, that love could only be hidden deep in his heart at some point, and that he didn't want her to see his vulnerability.

The face cut by the cold wind was a little painful, and in the eyes that wiped away the tears, a familiar figure came slowly, and she approached softly as it was let go.

Still dressed in purple, standing peerlessly, the smart starry eyes have always been watching the direction of Qiu Han, not leaving for a moment, but the original light steps are a little heavy.

The distance shortened step by step, and before the autumn cold, Ziyuyan stopped, silent, just stared directly!

Qiu Han slowly stood up, looking a little tired, and looked at Zi Yuyan, silent, greeting a direct look!

The four eyes are connected, and there are no words.

Purple you are hidden in my heart,

The familiarity of the past is forgotten.

I pretended to turn a blind eye and forced me to forget.

The four eyes are together, incomparable.

Purple I evoke your memories,

The beauty of the past can be silent at this time.

I never forgot ......

Time seemed to stand still, Zi Yuyan looked at Qiu Han, Qiu Han looked at her, and when they looked at each other and smiled after a long time, the door of the hut was opened with a "squeak", and the two did not speak, walking side by side, towards the listening zero hut......