Man is not a grain of sand in the universe drifting in the wind, man is sensible and rational, has friends and enemies, a person seems to be independent, but he is inextricably linked with the world.

Zhong Xiaoling and Gao Zhongming held hands and walked side by side on the streets of Beijing, a city that never turns off the lights, no matter how late at night, it is brightly lit and brilliant.

"Is it cold or not?" Gao Zhongming let go of the hand holding Zhong Xiaoling, and then gently touched Zhong Xiaoling's already cold red and swollen face with his hand.

"Cold." After Zhong Xiaoling finished speaking, she looked at Gao Zhongming pitifully, and then hugged Gao Zhongming happily.

"Why don't we go back, it's too cold outside, what if you catch a cold?" Gao Zhongming touched Zhong Xiaoling's head distressedly and hugged her tighter.

"No, it's really, really warm right now." Zhong Xiaoling had already buried her head deep in Gao Zhongming's arms, with a happy smile on her face, she really liked such a moment, simple but not bland. In Zhong Xiaoling's concept of love, it is better to be vigorous than for a long time, and it is better to run in slowly than to collide fiercely, in her eyes, boiled water-like love is the most perfect, and people who are immersed in it will enjoy the sweetness of the aftertaste every moment.

Winter has come, is spring still far away? A month later, Zhong Xiaoling looked forward to her and Gao Zhongming's first Spring Festival, and in Zhong Xiaoling's heart, the Spring Festival is the most important festival like her birthday. In the past, every time at this moment, Zhong Xiaoling would rush to Canada to celebrate the holiday with her mother, if Zhong Xiaozhen had no drama to film, she would also reunite with the family who went to Canada, but this year because of Gao Shulei and Gao Zhongming, this festival has become a little different.

Zhong Xiaoling called Zhong Xiaozhen a few days before the Chinese New Year and asked her if she would go home for the Chinese New Year this year, but what she received was Zhong Xiaozhen's denial. Zhong Xiaoling knows that Zhong Xiaozhen is very busy, but she has been going home for the New Year for five consecutive years, to be honest, Zhong Xiaoling is a little disappointed, but she can accept it.

On the day Zhong Xiaoling was leaving, Gao Zhongming kept sending Zhong Xiaoling to the airport, Zhong Xiaoling's heart was really reluctant, but she couldn't show it, so she didn't talk much along the way, just kept holding Gao Zhongming's hand tightly.

There are a lot of people separating at the airport, I am afraid that the airport is the only place where the most tears are in the hospital, in such a sad atmosphere, the haze in Zhong Xiaoling's heart is even heavier. When the two of them were waiting on the seats at the airport, Zhong Xiaoling's pair of small eyes that couldn't be placed looked around, not knowing what to say, and if she didn't say it, it was a little wrong.

"What's wrong?" Gao Zhongming said dotingly with his hand on Zhong Xiaoling's face.

"Huh? It's nothing, it just feels weird. Zhong Xiaoling looked at Gao Zhongming and had an indescribable feeling.

"Is it because I'm going to see your mother, so I'm a little nervous?" Gao Zhongming smiled and looked at Zhong Xiaoling, who was a little sad.

"What, you're going too? And what about your home? Zhong Xiaoling was frightened after hearing this.

"I've never had a Chinese New Year at my house." Gao Zhongming said it with a smile, but an inexplicable sadness flashed in his eyes.

"But wouldn't they mind if you stayed with me?" Of course, Zhong Xiaoling was very happy that Gao Zhongming could spend the Spring Festival with her, but she was afraid that Gao Zhongming's family would be unhappy.

"It's been a long time since our brothers have celebrated the Spring Festival together, and we're all used to it." After listening to Gao Zhongming's words, Zhong Xiaoling suddenly felt a little distressed, she hugged Gao Zhongming and said, "Then I will accompany you to spend every Spring Festival in the future." Gao Zhongming smiled and patted Zhong Xiaoling's back, looking at her serious expression, Gao Zhongming's heart had a warm current, as if it had melted the heart that had been frozen for more than 20 years.

"Will that auntie like me? Do you think I'm too abrupt? Should I buy something? What does Auntie like? Isn't there any custom to buy New Year's goods, let's go shopping first after we go to Canada. In Gao Zhongming's memory, this was the first Spring Festival he and Zhong Xiaoling had, and to be honest, he was still a little nervous.

"She's going to be special, special and fond of you." Zhong Xiaoling's nose was sour after hearing this, and tears fell down her eyes.

"Alright, we're on the plane." Gao Zhongming gently wiped the tears on Zhong Xiaoling's face, and then gave her the warmest hug in the world.

The plane took off, Zhong Xiaoling leaned on Gao Zhongming's shoulder with her eyes closed, and fell asleep sweetly.