A small parting is already a common thing for Lao Xia and Xiao Chen, and it no longer has a stronger emotional color. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The train on the third day of the old summer went to Shanghai, and Xiao Chen happened to rest. The more she didn't care about Lao Xia's departure from home, the more she felt that she should send Lao Xia away.

"With such a heavy snowfall, you can rest well at home and don't send me to the station. Lao Xia said again and again: "I'm not at ease when you come back alone." ”

"Bus No. 129, one stop to the end, what are you worried about?" Xiao Chen insisted on going.

Lao Xia couldn't resist Xiao Chen, so she had to drag her suitcase, go out of the gate of the community, and walk towards the bus stop.

Luzhou, on the third day of the Lunar New Year, gradually lost the "taste" of the New Year. The crowd of people who come and go gradually has the image of "running for life".

On the bus, Xiao Chen sat next to Lao Xia, his head tilted on Lao Xia's shoulder, facing out of the window.

The frequent activities of the city have destroyed the large expanses of snow-white world, and the original face of the city is revealed from the deep snow one by one.

Either they are not bald, or they are completely bald, one with hair and the other without hair, what does it mean? Xiao Chen felt that the scene in front of him was really ugly.

The snow I was looking forward to when it didn't snow was really snowing, and I didn't have the interest to enjoy the snow scene.

While Xiao Chen was thinking wildly, Lao Xia's mobile phone rang.

"Hey, hello, oh, yes? That's a coincidence, I'm at 5:10 too. Okay, okay, see you at the station!" Lao Xia finished speaking, putting away his phone.

"Who?" Xiao Chen took his gaze back from the window, turned his head to look at Lao Xia and asked.

"Oh, a classmate, who also lives in Luzhou, also went to Shanghai today, and we are on the same train. Lao Xia moved his body and changed the position of the two legs that were crossed.

"Then you have a partner!" Xiao Chen said with a smile, "I'm more relieved." ”

"What, can I still lose it?" Lao Xia looked at Xiao Chen: "Don't go into the station later, why are you squeezing around." Besides, watching you get on the bus reassures me too. ”

Xiao Chen nodded: "Okay, call me when it's time." ”

………

Back at home, Xiao Chen, who had a casual dinner, turned on his "leisure mode" - a cup of tea, some snacks, a book, a computer (or a TV).

"Are you asking me?" As soon as Xiao Chen opened QQ, he saw his friend's avatar flashing.

Xiao Chen was confused when he asked this sentence, and Xiao Chen remembered that he hadn't asked him any questions in the past few days.

"It's snowing here, where are you?" Shang Shan Ruoshui pasted Xiao Chen's "said" and then said, "Are you asking me?"

Xiao Chen smiled at the computer: "Whoever answers, I'll ask whomever I want." ”

"Down, my home is in Hunan, the hardest-hit area!" replied directly.

"Disaster area?" Xiao Chen was a little confused.

"Snow disaster. "The goodness is like water.

Only then did Xiao Chen realize how "unstable his ears were outside the window"!

"Did you grow up on this planet?"

Seeing this, Xiao Chen smiled again: "I used to be so humorous. ”

Shang Shanrushui said: "You are humorous? I don't see it. ”

"How can you see everything?" replied Xiao Chen.

"Also, people are multifaceted. Shangshan Ruoshui said: "It took me several years to fail to see a person clearly, let alone just chatting with you for a few days." ”

I don't know why, Xiao Chen actually saw some "sadness" in this sentence of goodness.

"Did your girlfriend run away with someone else?" Xiao Chen felt that the sentence she sent in the past was a little ridiculous and humorous, and she also felt that humor in front of others' "faint sadness" might play a role in driving away sadness.

"Go ahead, go get a bag of melon seeds and pour a cup of hot tea. ”

Xiao Chen was a little confused when he saw the above sentence, so "Are you talking to me?"

"yes, I'm getting you ready, I'm going to tell the story. The good replied.

Xiao Chen smiled at the computer again: "Okay." After typing this, she really happily went to the coffee table in the living room to get a bag of melon seeds, and refilled her cup with some hot water.

The story of goodness begins.

When I was a sophomore in college, as the president of the Literature Club, I selected talents for our club and held a campus poetry writing competition.

She entered the competition, and I saw her work and made up my mind to pursue her, but at that time, I didn't even know what she looked like.

Department of French, freshman, class 3, Xu Jingshu. Soon, I contacted her on the pretext of exchanging works.

I was lucky that she looked like her name, quiet, nice, and kind.

In my passionate pursuit, soon, we were dating.

We have been together for 8 years, from 18 to 26 years old. A girl gives me her best years, and I love her like a girlfriend and spoil her like a child.

At this point in the story, there will be a twist, indeed.

I don't know why this is happening, I don't know what the problem is?

She can go on a blind date with another man while she is in love with me as usual.

It wasn't until half a year ago that she finally gave herself a wishful husband!

Just a few days before the Chinese New Year, she got married.

…………

"The groom is not you. After listening to the story, Xiao Chen replied.

"It's a cliché story, isn't it?" asked Shang Shanrushui.

"For the people involved in the story, it's completely new. Xiao Chen said.

In fact, there are many gossip points in the story that Xiao Chen is very interested in and wants to dig deeper. For example, what kind of work is that girl doing now? In what ways is the Ruyi Langjun she is looking for?

However, Xiao Chen didn't ask again.

Xiao Chen didn't say another word of comfort. Sometimes it's better to be a quiet listener than to be an enthusiastic facilitator!

"Do you remember that poem?" Xiao Chen asked.

All because of that poem. Love is gone, at least the poem is still there. Its beauty, the touching it has brought to others, is still there. (To be continued.) )