Let's break up.

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Su Bei picked up Song Li on the ground, and Song Li stood in place with his legs propped up and looked uncomfortable.

"Are you alright, can you go?" Su Bei asked.

"Well, my feet are numb." Song Li said, straightened up after a while, "Okay, you leave me alone, you can help me get her away." ”

Su Bei followed Song Li's look, looked at the half-dead man sitting by the bridge, and then said, "I'll help you get into the car first, it's too cold outside, you are wearing too little, the heating in my car is not turned off, you go up and warm up." ”

Song Li shook his head, and then said, "It's okay, I'm fine, I'll get her up with you first." ”

Seeing Song Li's insistence, Su Bei didn't say anything more, and went over to look at Han Xiaomo.

"Song Li," Su Bei turned around and said, "Your friend, it's okay." ”

Song Li was stunned for a moment, stomped his feet vigorously, and then walked over quickly, squatted in front of Han Xiaomo, and got into it with both hands, holding her face, and lifting it up.

Han Xiaomo's face was full of tears, what Song Li didn't know was that Han Xiaomo was still crying until now, and there were two tear stains on her originally frostbitten face, Song Li couldn't bear to touch her face, and the tears were covered everywhere.

"Oh, what are you doing, stop crying, look at what your face has become······" Song Li touched Han Xiaomo's face and suddenly cried uncontrollably, "Han Xiaomo, where have you gone to comfort people before, what, how can you ······?" Song Li choked up, but tears kept falling, "Don't cry, you are really······ Aren't you invulnerable, you can't stand it after being beaten like this, you see how good you are······"

Han Xiaomo watched Song Li cry, and she started crying again, her body trembling incessantly in the cold night of Chang'an in December, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so fucking!" Labor and management have never been beaten like this since they were young, I fuck your mother! Song Li, I hurt ······" Han Xiaomo tugged at the clothes in his heart, and finally cried uncontrollably.

The more Song Li spoke, the more uncontrollable she became, looking at Han Xiaomo's appearance as a little woman in front of her, her heart suddenly began to hurt, she pulled the coat on her body to Han Xiaomo's body, and then held her face, wiping her tears little by little. Suddenly, the two women finally stopped being patient, hugged each other with a wow, and cried like children without the slightest scruples.

Su Bei turned around silently, letting the cold wind blow his nose red, until there was no movement behind him, and then he slowly turned around.

Song Li sat in the co-pilot, Han Xiaomo leaned back, Su Bei glanced at the dilapidated electric car outside, and then asked, "Don't want the car?" ”

Song Li's gaze moved from the window to Su Bei, she shook her head slightly, and squeezed out some smiles, "Don't want it, what do you want it for, the money to repair the car is almost catching up with the re-purchase." Besides," Song Li glanced back at the person with his forehead against the car window, "The people in the car are gone, and the rest is meaningless, let's go, I'm really sorry to call you out so late." ”

"It's okay, I'm not on duty tonight, and I'm sleeping at home." Su Bei scratched his head and smiled, and then inadvertently saw Song Li's knees that were red and purple from the cold, he turned around and got out of the car, opened the back door, took something from the seat next to Han Xiaomo and got on the car again.

"Here, you cover it a little, don't freeze to death." Su Bei put the blanket on Song Li's hand, a little embarrassed to look at her, and then silently turned up the heater in the car.

The smoke from the exhaust pipe swirled around the white electric car lying on the side of the bridge, and the street lamps shone brightly through the white mist on the pink cartoon stickers on the taillights, which were pasted on the refractive and dead, and the night wind drifted through the broken body, and all the past also dissipated. recalled, in this way, he was dragged out of Han Xiaomo's life by this ancient city without even dregs.

Song Li wrapped his coat and watched Su Bei's car drive out of the community before turning around and going upstairs, watching Han Xiaomo fall asleep, and went home after a simple wash.

On the second morning, the sun swept through the messy living room, and all kinds of food packaging bags on the coffee table, postgraduate examination books, quick question workbooks, portfolios, black carbon pens, and the admission ticket, the exam time written on it was December 26, 2015.

In the winter of 2015, Han Xiaomo reviewed for a whole year, and in the examination room of the South Ladder Classroom, the invigilator passed by the empty No. 18 seat and glanced at the list, and Han Xiaomo on it was still smiling brightly.

After the wedding, Qu Ran flew back to the UK with Wang Nianzhao to give birth without having time to say goodbye, Song Li stood in the airport hall, watching her walk out of her sight, her nose was sore, she wanted to cry, but she didn't dare to cry.

Chen Xi still did not appear.