The black iron box was covered with thick dust and rust, and a large iron lock was locked on it, and Xiao Yuan took a cloth to wipe the ashes and handed it to Nie Sangsang.

Nie Sangsang's hand slipped, and the small black iron box fell to the ground and broke off from the position of the fan blade.

The contents fell out and were scattered all over the floor, all of them with some old yellowed photographs.

The two of them put the photos back together, and sat on the sofa looking at the photos in the box, Nie Sangsang smiled and shared his past with Xiaoyuan.

When he was a child, Nie Sangsang was still very beautiful, like a doll.

These old photos record her childish performance in kindergarten, her smile when she just put on a red scarf in elementary school, her eye-catching recitation when she first performed in Chinese, and her happy family.

There Xiang Xiaoyuan saw Nie Sangsang's mother for the first time, a very beautiful woman, gentle and quiet.

Sometimes the most terrible thing is not the loss, but the contrast between the pale and happy past.

Xiao Yuan looked at her mother and recalled the urn that Sister Sangsang was holding in her arms.

The happiness that I once had, zuihou has turned into a handful of ashes......

Nie Sangsang thought that he had deleted this box in his memory, but even if he forgot some things, it would desperately squeeze into the cracks of his thoughts, just like this iron box was inadvertently opened.

She told Xiang Xiaoyuan about the ins and outs of this box, although her heart was turbulent, but her tone was very indifferent.

Indifferently, it's like talking about someone else's story.

Nie Sangsang told Xiang Xiaoyuan that she lost her mother and her right leg in a car accident before the college entrance examination, and also ruined her dream of going to college.

It was really just one night, her father's hair was all white, and every day she saw her father crying with a picture of his mother, crying until he was almost blind in his eyes.

So Nie Sangsang locked all the photos of his mother and all the old photos from his childhood in this iron box, hid them in the deepest corner under the bed, and hid them all along with the happy memories of the past.

Nie Sangsang sorted out the photos one by one, her movements were very slow, and she said as she sorted them out: "Sometimes, I think it's good if I haven't been happy, so that when I lose it, it won't be so painful......"

Xiang Xiaoyuan didn't know what to say, there were some pains that could only be experienced by the parties, and the persuasion of others was pale and powerless.

Nie Sangsang picked up a brown paper envelope and gently opened it, pulling out a color photo from inside.

In the photo, a little girl with long shawl hair, a red bow and an orange suspender skirt stands next to an older brother sitting on the steps.

The big brother held her with one hand and helped her with the other, holding a rag doll that looked very similar to her.

The eldest brother smiled, and he could vaguely see what he would look like when he grew up.

Xiang Xiaoyuan looked at the photo, then looked at Nie Sangsang, who was already stiffened there, and said in a trembling voice:

"It's Mr. Ni, it turns out that the person he was looking for...... It's you. ”

Nie Sangsang suddenly hugged the photo and said loudly, she smiled so presumptuous and so sad.

Xiaoyuan didn't know whether she was crying or laughing, until she collapsed on the sofa with tears streaming down her face, and then she panicked and hurriedly helped her back to the bed......

**

Xiang Xiaoyuan walked alone on the empty street, breathing the cold winter, looking at the white smoke rising from her mouth, she tightened her scarf and put her hands in her coat pockets.

She didn't know what the relationship between Sister Sangsang and Mr. Ni was, but one thing was for sure that Sister Sangsang had forgotten the past and Mr. Ni.

Mr. Ni has been looking for her hard, but they may not know that the person is beside them.

How can you forget? All the past has been forgotten, how can the happy times be willing to forget?

It is said that time is the most haode antidote, do you forget that it is the most effective ingredient in this medicine?

Xiao Yuan sighed, snowflakes floated in the sky, hitting her face cold, she only then found that the tears shed at some point had been frozen into ice on her face, and gently peeled off and shiny to the sun.

There are some things that Xiang Xiaoyuan decided to remember for a lifetime, such as Liu Birao, such as Sister Sangsang, and she never wants to forget their smiling faces for the rest of her life......

Back at Cheng's house, a hot breath came to his face. Xue Cheng was also there.

He took the food bag in Xiao Yuan's hand, looked at Xiao Yuan's red face from the cold, frowned, and said, "Isn't it cold to wear so little?"

Xiao Yuan shook his head: "It's not cold, let's eat hot pot at night!"

Cheng Hao leaned against the foyer with a cold face and did not speak.

What does this stinky girl mean? Just frozen, she refused to wear the down jacket he gave her, and she deserved to freeze to death!

Thinking of this, he felt even more angry, so he turned back to the living room and ignored her.

The three of them gathered around the steaming hot pot, and Xiang Xiaoyuan kept pouring mutton into the pot and beckoning them to eat.

"It's the best to eat hot pot on such a cold day!"

When she came back from Nie Sangsang's house, Xiang Xiaoyuan panicked, but she still tried her best to be happy and showed a smile.

Cheng Hao took a pair of chopsticks and mutton and sneered: "I didn't feel cold!"

Xiang Xiaoyuan is such a smart girl, and she immediately heard what he said.

So he didn't talk and tried his best to pick up vegetables for Xue Cheng, which made Cheng Hao even more angry.

Xue Cheng had always been aware of it, and he didn't notice the smell of gunpowder between Cheng Hao and Xiao Yuan at all, he looked at Xiao Yuan's face and asked without knowing whether he was alive or dead: "What's wrong with your face?"

Xiao Yuan touched his chin: "It's nothing? She understated.

Cheng Hao glanced at her: "Yes!

Xiang Xiaoyuan listened to his tone and wanted to kick him to death, so he couldn't help but yell: "If you are full, go back to the house and rest!

"Also, can you not throw your clothes on the couch in a ball? Do you know how hard I iron them? And the bathroom, as soon as I cleaned it up, you made a mess again, how much shampoo do you use by yourself? Open one bottle after another, use a little bit of each! Do you put there for a visit? And the study, your papers are spread out on the table, and I don't know how to clean them up! I am terrified every time I go there, for fear that you will accuse me of reading your stuff again. Actually, I don't have any of your stuff I want to see!"

"I came here to go to school, and you took up more than half of my life! Sometimes I feel that I must have owed you all my life, and I have to serve you and put up with your stinky temper!"

After saying this, Xiang Xiaoyuan turned around and returned to the kitchen, leaving the two dumbfounded people in the dining room, who didn't understand what was wrong with her at all.