After a night of raging snowstorms, the early morning in City A was shrouded in a blanket of snow.

Perhaps because this is the first snow of the year, even if the weather is cold and the road is slippery, people's enthusiasm has not diminished by half a point. As soon as the dawn dawned, the silent city was awakened by the sound of brooms and shovels, and when the sun shone on the earth, the main streets were already full of traffic and could pass normally.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Jiang Die, who was curled up in the quilt, slowly poked her head out in a deafening alarm sound, she blindfolded, skillfully took the alarm clock from the low cabinet in front of the bed, and after a period of groping like a blind person, the world was finally quiet.

At this moment, Jiang Die's consciousness is awake, but her eyes are so tired that she is reluctant to open them. Listening to the whistling outside the window all night last night, she felt a little sleepy when the snow stopped, to be exact, she had slept for days in a row when the sky was white.

A few days ago, Tang Qian, who was far away, sent her a message, saying that he would take today's flight back to China. Jiang Die forced herself to pretend to be calm, as if nothing had happened, but she clearly felt a certain expectation in her heart.

How long has it been? It's been three years.

Three years ago, Tang Qian was sent to France by his father Tang Chuan, and while studying courses, he was responsible for setting up a branch in France. Now that he has succeeded in his studies and the French company is gradually on the right track and has a special person in charge, Tang Qian was finally allowed to return to China and began to take over the Tang Tang company as the heir.

In the past three years of being thousands of miles apart, they have not completely broken off contact, although it is only some inconsequential words, they also hope to be able to capture some traces of each other from them, so as to comfort the loneliness of not being able to accompany them.

Regarding the incident back then, the two tacitly agreed that no one mentioned it, as if it had never happened. Because they all know that it is like an active volcano, and if someone touches it, it will erupt into a disaster, and the unknown truth will only make the tragedy of the year worse.

Jiang Die hoped that the incident would be silent, so silent that no one would think of it, but Tang Qian hoped that this return to China could find out the truth, return his innocence, and completely remove the obstacles between him and Jiang Die.

After a moment of reminiscence, Jiang Die struggled to open a gap in her eyes, and with a light came in, she kept rubbing her eyes with her palms, and after a struggle, her heavy eyelids gradually adapted to the process from sleep to wakefulness, and at this time it had been half an hour since the alarm clock rang.

Fortunately, it is a small shop opened by herself, and there are two clerks to take care of it on weekdays, otherwise Jiang Die's laziness may not even be able to support herself.

At that time, Jiang Die's eyes finally widened, but the heavy dark circles and red eyeballs couldn't cover the tiredness in her bones.

She climbed out of the quilt with difficulty, put on a pajamas, stepped on the carpet barefoot and walked to the window, grabbed the corner of the dark blue curtain with her right hand and pulled it to the right, with a bang, the heavy curtain was all moved to the rightmost corner, and the clear sunlight filled the whole room through the bay window as if no one was there, Jiang Die subconsciously raised her left hand to block in front of her, and gradually put it down after a while, looking down at the sunlight like gurgling water on the bay window sill, and the particles floating in the air were like jumping fine broken golden sand in the light.

Slowly raising her eyes, Jiang Die saw the white world outside the window, took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the table of the bay window, leaned on the big teddy bear on the side, picked up the mobile phone on the side, entered the boot password, and a text message jumped into view: The plane arrived at twelve o'clock at noon, and only Tang Mo was the one who picked up the plane, you will also come, right?

The text message was sent last night, presumably before he boarded the plane.

Jiang Die's heart tightened, she didn't want to go, she was afraid of running into Tang Qian's parents, since that incident, Tang Qian's mother didn't like Jiang Die very much, if it weren't for her dealings, her son would not have been wronged, although the police have confirmed that there is no evidence to prove that the incident is related to Tang Qian, but no unrelated evidence has been found. Tang Qian is still carrying the black cauldron, because many people think that he was able to clear his name because of the interference of the Tang family, including Jiang Die's own brother Jiang Luo, the fiancé of the victim Cheng Xiaoxi. With such hatred, how could Tang Qian's mother rest assured that Jiang Die would marry into the Tang family.

Jiang Die thought for a moment, but finally put down the phone and did not make any reply. She walked to the closet, fumbled through the pile of clothes in front of her for a while, and finally chose the one she wanted, and then walked straight to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, Jiang Die, who was wearing a denim dress, walked out of the bathroom refreshingly, her long hair had obviously been blown by the hair dryer, but it didn't seem to be completely dry, with a faint wetness crossed over her chest. The tiredness in her eyes has faded a lot, and the dark circles under her eyes have also been covered by her slight makeup, which is difficult to find without looking carefully. After a little tidying up, she picked up the white down jacket on the side and put it on her body, picked up the small bag that had been packed and walked out of the house.

Although the sun was shining, Jiang Die still shivered involuntarily when she pushed open the glass door of the unit building, she tugged at her sleeve, stuffed her right hand carrying the small bag into the sleeve, and then stuffed her other hand into the warm down jacket pocket, and then walked forward.

There is still a lot of snow in the community, but it has been cleared out of a path that allows people to walk, and in the open space on the side, there are several pairs of adults and children building snowmen, and from time to time there are bursts of frolicking sounds, so that Jiang Die can't help but stop and watch for a while.

I remember that the last time I built a snowman was many years ago, when I had my brother, Cheng Xiaoxi, and Tang Qian.

Later, the snowmen piled up turned into a snowball fight, I don't know if they were too tired or the weather was too cold, and by the end of the day, the four of them were already panting and red, and their heads, bodies, and even necks were covered with snow. But everyone had a smile on their faces, presumptuous and contented.

Thinking of this, and then looking at the children laughing in the snow, Jiang Die's mouth pulled a helpless smile, subconsciously inhaled, and immediately a cold breath took the opportunity to drill into her nose, choking her uncomfortable for a while, raised her hand and rubbed the tip of her nose, and when the sourness was relieved, she turned her head and continued to walk towards the gate of the community.

Standing on the side of the road and beckoning, a taxi stopped silently in front of Jiang Die's eyes, and she pulled the car door and sat in the co-pilot. The driver was a very kind uncle, and he asked Jiang Die with a smile on his face: Where is the little girl going?

Jiang Die frowned and thought for a while, and asked softly: How long does it take to get from here to the airport?

"Usually it's less than an hour, but the road conditions are bad today, so it may be longer." The uncle replied quickly.

Jiang Die raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist and said, "Let's go to the airport." ”

As soon as the words ended, the taxi quickly left its previous position and headed for the airport.

In the car, Jiang Die called his small shop and told the clerk that he would not be there this morning.

Putting down the phone, Jiang Die fell into contemplation again, in fact, she was a little apprehensive in her heart, once they met, she was confused about what she would face next.

Twisting his head out of the window and watching the pedestrians on the side of the road slowly retreat from sight, Jiang Die pondered, but did not clear out the clue.

Due to the bad road conditions, the car on the street was much slower than usual, she could have set off earlier, but the inner entanglement has kept her ink until now, she thought: if you can catch up, you can catch up, and if you can't catch up, it will only be regarded as fate.

Fate? Jiang Die smiled bitterly, when did she believe in fate?