I met him that winter.

At that time, the winter Ha breath could form a white mist, which was magical, and the sound of creaking snow accompanied by the bells of the Spring Festival was harmonious, and everything was silent and clean until his arrival.

He was dressed in a black suit that was not commensurate with the snow, the cap was pressed very low, and the lower half of his face that could only be seen was wrapped under the collar because of the harsh wind, at that time, I was thinking, this person is so stupid, in winter, why don't you go home and drink a bowl of warm ginger soup to ward off the cold, he probably saw my thoughts, glanced at me a few times, and buried his face under his clothes.

Fate may have been so magical, my bag was left at home, and now I am the homeless hapless ghost, I stomp my feet anxiously, and the creaking sound has become part of my irritability.

The man was gone, I walked to the house in a huff, and found that there was a snowman with a white radish nose on the side of the road, driven by curiosity, I poked the snowman, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, who would use a white radish as a snowman's nose.

My laughter caught the attention of the snowman owner, it was the man in black, at this time, he had just taken off his hat, I saw that his hair was a little messy under the hat, his short curly hair made people feel childish, and when we looked at each other, his eyes were clean and bright, as pure as snow.

He said he wanted to go to his house and drink a glass of milk.

He was about my age, in his early twenties, and it was naïve to invite me to my house for milk, but given that I had nowhere else to go, I agreed to his request.

His house was very close to mine, and I realized that the whole house was lake blue, including the tablecloth, and he poured me a glass of milk from a glass and a glass of orange juice from a blue solid teacup, both of which broke the blue dullness of the whole room.

"Hey," I said to him, and he concentrated on the orange juice again, and I tried to break the embarrassment, "where do you go to school, or where do you work?" ”

He silently said the name of a famous university, the mathematics department, I said, how do you feel about studying such a difficult subject as mathematics?

He pulled out a hardcover notebook and handed it to me and told me to turn to page seventy-two.

The first few pages were the formula notes he copied, and to be honest, the dense mathematical formulas made my scalp tingle.

Finally, on page seventy-two, there are a lot of geometric circles drawn on it, and I joked, "Your circles are so good."

He blinked and said, "The starry sky drawn with a ruler, I was embarrassed to support my forehead."

He pointed to each circle and explained in detail the planet each circle, and all I remember about that day was the smell of soaphorn on his clothes, and the cuteness of his long eyelashes, which always flickered when I looked at him.

And he said he was happy today because I was the first person to hear him talk about these things, and I said, I'm glad to know you too.

Time flies, it's been a long time, I'm almost about to forget, this time it's summer, the season of wearing a thin gauze skirt, this time, I'm standing at the traffic light, a hurried teenager bumped into me, I only heard a vague sorry, I looked at the back of the teenager, the thin figure under the blue T-shirt seemed to have been seen in a winter.

Sure enough, it was him, the figure that stopped at the white radish snowman, I couldn't be wrong, I plucked up the courage, ran forward and patted him on the shoulder, and said, long time no see.

He smiled, it turned out that the smile under the collar was so warm, I was stunned, and then I also smiled.

Come to my house for a cup of coffee, he told me, it's the same room again, but the blue atmosphere has changed to a simple Scandinavian style.

This time, he poured himself a glass of milk and poured me an instant cappuccino.

The thick milk foam was sweet, just in my heart, during the tasting, he kept staring at me, for a long time, he said, you are so beautiful, after speaking, immediately turned his head, I saw the delicate side face and the pink earlobe, chuckling.

At the end of the matter, I went to his house again and again for coffee or juice, and we became acquainted, and when talking about why I was beautiful, he said seriously, because my eyes are very much like stars, and at first glance, I can't forget those eyes.

I don't know if he knows, his eyes are even a hundred times better than mine.

Each star wanders along its own trajectory.

We are also like stars in the sky, attracted to each other, even if we are facing destruction, we have to hug each other, will he think the same way?

At the last time we met, it was autumn I said, can I hug you, he nodded, stood there motionless and waited for me to hug, I said, let the girl take the initiative You are really not a gentleman, he scratched his head and said, maybe.

I hugged him where the leaves fell, it was silence, I felt like I had embraced the whole autumn, my smell including his slight breathing fascinated me, and when I let go of him, he said he was moving away.

I asked him where he was going, I could find him, he said, he was going to England, to work on a project, I smiled helplessly, at this moment, the distance between the two of us is not just a centimeter, but a world, his trajectory is just to meet me by chance and leave, and will not stay for me.

I said, I wish you good friends in your new country.

He smiled, and he smiled beautifully.