In the evening, the outside of the house is black, and the Mudanjiang River shrouded in darkness can still faintly see the silver white lit up in the earth, which is the pure white of snow, which is very light at night, and cannot cover the inky black night, which is thick and heavy.

The cold wind howls here, the empty snow goes inside, it is very quiet, and there is a retro building in the distance, which is lit up by a faint yellowish light.

If you get closer, you can still hear the sound of conversation echoing from the house, and although you can't hear what they are talking about, you can feel their joy through the smiles that came from that time.

The woman sat in front of the fire, stuffing wood into it vigorously, and the warmth spread all around, bringing out the warmth of spring, and a pair of young men and women snuggled next to her, and the crackling sound of the silence was full of longing for tranquility.

"Xiao worry, I want to laugh when I think of your stunned appearance when I go to school, haha...... I can't hold it back at all. Tell me, everyone is playing at that time, why are you out of the group, and you are still studying seriously?"

Thinking of the stupid look of going to school, Mei Zhi couldn't hide her mouth and couldn't stop laughing.

"Don't mention it, didn't I want to make up for the regrets of my junior high school and work hard......?

Mo sighed, with memories in his eyes, and when he thought of the past, he couldn't help but feel that time had passed, and his life was full of thorns and accidents.

When Mei Zhi heard this, she smiled very strongly, and immediately defended: "I don't carry this pot!"

Mo Wei stared at her, smiled after a long time, suddenly became serious, and said: "I finally know what outsiders mean by the phrase 'going to school and falling in love ruins your life'." ”

"Cut, we weren't together at that time, you are obviously forcibly throwing the pot. ”

"Why is your mind uncertain and focused, it's not because you ......"

The two laughed and talked non-stop, with nostalgia for the past in their eyes, picking up the youthful memories from the passing years, just like the shells picked up by the rickety old man on the seaside, each piece engraved with his obsession with the beautiful vision of the past.

Some of these shells are dazzling, and some are unsurprisingly dark, a little black and white...... Pieces are like memories, people pick them up and take care of them, and hand each other this warmth to warm the rest of their lives!

The night poured out like ink on the earth, and the white in the black faded away, and the woman stared at the flames, and the laughter in her ears became more and more dim, until she was silent, and she stopped stuffing wood into it.

Mo Wei turned his head sideways, looking at Mei Zhi, who was sleeping on his shoulder, with a doting smile on his face, which lasted for a long time, and was finally replaced by the complexity in his eyes.

Mo Wei gently hugged her to the bed, covered her with a quilt, and held her little hand, which was more of a cold hand, tears flowed from his eyes, these tears were silent, and the coolness in his hands flowed into his heart together, so that he couldn't suppress the pain.

No matter how much warmth the stove exudes, it can't erase the coldness from the bottom of my heart......

Until the pain was numb, this cold and tired, he guarded her to sleep.

In the silence of the night, the woman who was tired and tired could not bear the sleepiness and finally fell asleep on the chaise longe.

Time is passing slowly, and the clock hanging on the wall is turning every minute and every second, tirelessly, striking a beautiful melody and alerting the world.

The next day, the snow did not stop, the pieces of crystal sparkling sprinkled, young men and women ran in the snow, Mei Zhi in front, Mo worry behind, sometimes interchanged, tired or lying on the spot, or walking in the snow, facing the snow and talking openly about their past.

It's just that inadvertently, Mei Zhi quietly put her hand into her arms, and the clothes in the inner room rubbed for a while, and the red blood was not seen in the palm, she turned around and laughed.

When it was dark, the two snuggled together, in front of the warm fire, chatting about their past again.

From campus acquaintance to graduation separation, to social encounter, snuggling and falling in love, and then reunion and separation...... Their feelings are full of ups and downs, the past is vivid, and they are in tears when they are sober.