On that day, Mingwen and his entourage bid farewell to Zifeng, and he read a man's anxiety about the future from Zifeng's eyes, but under that anxiety, he also read Zifeng's strength for the future, and that strength came from Zhi Yan, because behind that strength he read more of the kind of extraordinary power that love gives to people.

Later, when Mingwen heard that Zhi Yan actually went to Datong County, he couldn't help but feel emotional, so he thought of Keyue with heartache, and he realized that he didn't know what to use in his life to repay the love she gave him, even if it was just a little bit.

He could not face the truth of his heart and the truth of reality, and both paths pointed to the same pedestal, on which was inscribed: Betrayal! A person, only meet such a person in his life, only protect such a person, only talk about such a love, only marry such a person, only quarrel with such a person, only love with such a person, only say I love you with such a person, only go through all the time of life with such a person, only live with such a person, sleep with such a person after death, only show your original self with such a person, only be jealous with such a person, only love with such a person, only with such a person- : That should be happiness!

He treats Xia Hui very well, he has no reason to treat her badly, she is his wife. As a husband, he thought, you have the right and the duty to make your wife happy, no matter where the essence of that happiness comes from. He was afraid of treating his wife badly, so he squeezed the time they spent with each other as much as possible, and he found that he became more and more dependent on work, like his addiction to smoking.

When he stopped working every day, he felt so ethereal that he didn't know where to go. His roots are in a place that he doesn't even know, but it exists, but it's not by your side, and he falls into the desolate bewitchment of not knowing where he is in agony.

Autumn broke out of its shell in the heat, and when I looked back, the heat was long gone. I haven't seen the moon for a long time, and people don't dare to think about it for a long time, and when I think about it, the whole life will peel off, and all the hopes of life will be like the leaves in the autumn in the heart withering, and the future will no longer be favored by emotions. He walked on the evocative street in the cool autumn night, he unconsciously followed his footsteps to the house again, he took out his cigarette and lit it slowly, he longed for the lamp to be on, he longed for a disease to ravage his heart, and his heart had an indescribable pain, very prickly.

Tonight, he didn't want to leave, so he wanted to stay here all night, as if the two of them were together again. Cold, layer by layer of cold circled on his body, he took out another cigarette and lit it, smoking slowly, in that smoke seemed to store thoughts, this miss was an unspoken agreement, there was him and her in the agreement-

He got up and walked back, looking back with his heart every step of the way, it was a kind of concern and hope, and it was full of beauty and sweetness.

He opened the door, but Xia Hui was not at home. She might be on a business trip, he thought! But you have to tell him about it on a business trip! He called her cell phone, which just rang but no one answered. He wanted to ask both parents a question, but after thinking about it, he gave up, for fear of arousing unnecessary worries. He sat on the couch and waited, but he didn't wait a few minutes, and he couldn't stop calling her one, and it was still like that. If he looked at his watch, it was almost half past eleven, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused, so he beat again, and he couldn't sit still on the sofa anymore. He poured a glass of water, took two sips and put it on the coffee table, and began to wonder if he had to call the parents on both sides. After thinking about it like this for a while, there was a rustling of the door opening, and he thought, she is finally back!

"What, drinking?" Mingwen went to pour water as he spoke.

"Can you not drink it?" She took a sip of water and said, "The director's toast, do you say you can not drink it?" ”

"Director? What director? Mingwen asked with some confusion: "Is it from the TV station?" ”

"Yes! How? Can't you? You think you can do something! Xia Hui looked at Mingwen with disdain in her eyes.

"How did you meet?" Mingwen looked at her with an incomprehensible look.

"Your friend is better than you!"

"Jia Rende!" Mingwen opened his eyes in horror.

"Yes."

"I told you, I'll do it for you myself in a while, how can you—" He was suddenly speechless.

"After a while, it will always be a while, if Qin Keyue asked you to do it for her, I'm afraid you would have done it a long time ago!" There was a provocation and smug triumph in her eyes.

Mingwen looked at her, speechless like a fishbone in his throat, and his eyes wanted to pierce her like a steel cone. During the scrutiny, he saw in a trance that the distance between him and her opened a larger opening for a moment. He was silent for a long time, and said in a flat tone: "Sleep! ”

He finished serving her and poured water for her before she was ready to rest. But he had no sleep all night, he wanted to sleep but couldn't fall asleep, Xia Hui had a light snort next to him, so close, there was a strange feeling that he couldn't touch.

The next morning, Xia Hui woke up, and the first sentence in the text was: "Hui'er, don't go to the TV station, at least don't go now, I will definitely help you do it in the future?" ”

Xia Hui didn't say anything, and got up by herself.

"Xia Hui, did you hear that?"

"If you don't go to work, I'll still work? You are a high-ranking official, I am not, I don't want the leader to criticize! ”

"If you really go to the TV station, at this special stage, then, we will divorce!"

"Divorce!" Xia Hui glanced at Mingwen and said, "Actually, you have already thought like this in your heart!" ”

Mingwen got out of bed in his pajamas and took Xia Hui's hand and said, "Even if I beg you, don't let others interfere in this matter, okay?" His eyes sparkled with a thirst for understanding, and he eagerly waited for her to say yes. Xia Hui looked at him blankly, and said for a long time: "It's not that you just said to enter, what are you anxious about?" If you really love me, then you can find time to help me! ”

"Okay, I'll do it for you! But you must promise me not to let others interfere! ”

"Okay, okay, I'm really going to work, aren't you going to work? A man, mother-in-law, that's your personality. ”

As soon as Xia Hui turned around and went out to wash, the conversation ended. Mingwen left an ominous shadow in his heart, and he couldn't tell why.

A few days later, Mingwen asked Jia Rende to come out for dinner, and talked about Xia Hui's work very tactfully, he hoped that Jia Rende would not have interests with him during the investment in the expansion of the square project with Boss Han, otherwise it would be detrimental to both parties. Jia Rende didn't say anything, and only said some high-sounding words, which made Mingwen even more uneasy. Mingwen had no choice but to pin his hopes on Xia Hui again, but all he got was disappointment or disappointment. It seemed that he had to put Xia Hui's affairs on his agenda, even though it was a special time. He had to find his eldest father, Yang Xueren, and he talked about it in a roundabout way.

"Can't you do such a trivial matter!" Daddy said dismissively.

"Originally, I wanted to entrust this matter to me next year, but she is not happy with her work at the newspaper now, so I want to do it for her in advance. But you know, I'm afraid that someone will take advantage of the expansion of the square, so I have to ask you for help. ”

"I'll say hello to the person in charge of this area, it's not a problem. Plain text, not that I said you, you should establish your own leadership authority and connections. ……”

Mingwen resignedly listened to his father's lecture again before leaving. When he came to the street, people suddenly felt lost and lonely, and he hoped that Zifeng and Wen Duo would be in this city, so that they could sit together with each other. He walked and unconsciously came to the "Mingyue Tower". He lingered downstairs for a long time, lonely in the crowd like a small green bamboo in the reeds, his own swaying was as incompatible with the swaying around him. He walked upstairs silently, and when he saw Xiaohui greeting him loudly, he was shocked, and he was surprised that he had come here. After a few small talks, he walked away wistfully.

After Mingwen left, Xiaohui came to the kitchen.

"He's gone?"

"Gone. Why don't you see him, look at his face, he doesn't seem to be in a good state now. Since you left, I have found that he has changed, completely changed, and his mental outlook seems to be much less energetic than before. You too, without the oppressive aura you used to have, I don't believe you look in the mirror, and live out of a nun from a convent, with a solemn face. ”

"It's going to get better!"

"I hope so." Xiaohui paused and said, "When you come back, you are actually worried about him, right?" Definitely, yes. Why bother? Xiaohui shook her head and said, "Let's go, let's go to the hall to have some food!" ”

The two came to the hall, but Yue was afraid that Mingwen would turn back, so she and Xiaohui entered the private room again. During the meal, Ke Yue was silent, only caring about eating, and there was her meditation in every meal.

"You know what? I've driven past you several times, and guess who I saw? Mingwen stood there lonely smoking a cigarette. I wanted to stop and say hello to him, but seeing me made him miss you even more. After eating, Xiaohui said to Ke Yue, she hoped to touch Ke Yue, but she didn't know why she wanted to touch Ke Yue, did she want to tell Ke Yue Mingwen in disguise that she actually missed her?

Ke Yue raised her eyes and looked at Xiaohui, as if she was looking at a stranger, and what she said just now didn't seem to concern her. Her eyes are full of cool desolation, her expression is like a jade female statue showing elegance and holiness, she is more like a leaf in the autumn with a bright and bright flying gorgeous leaf with a solemn dance in the solemn sky, she is like a white dove flying back and forth, and for a while can not find the way back and spreads its wings to fly a little lonely.

"Keyue!" Xiaohui screamed and said, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's fine. I'm back, I'm a little sleepy. ”

"I'll drive you."

"No, I want to go."

"I'll send you anyway, so I can rest assured."

"It's fine. I just want to walk around alone, and for almost a year, I feel like the city doesn't belong to me anymore. With that, she stood up and prepared to leave.

As soon as I left and came back, I really felt that things were wrong, everything was so familiar and unfamiliar. She breathed the smell of the city, and she hoped to find his breath in this smell soon. She walked slowly, every step felt like stepping on a pebble, hoping that the next step would be a surprise, that she would suddenly pick up her very special stone.

Far away, she spotted a man sitting in front of her building, and it happened to be his back that was thrown to her, but she still recognized it at first glance. Her tears welled up and fell coldly from her eyes, and she wanted to run over and throw herself into her arms, crying loudly, and then scratching him with her nails, making him cry out loud, begging her to show mercy, and she would not let him go. She felt like she was stuck in place and felt like she couldn't move her feet for a moment, and she looked at him in place, her heartbeat blood warming up little by little. She saw him take out a cigarette from his pocket and light it, and sat there smoking lightly, the gesture was so familiar, giving people a kind of happiness of meeting again after a long absence. Tears rolled down her face, a thin line down her cheeks, and fell about two inches from her heart. She watched him finish his cigarette, she watched him snuff out, she watched him stand up and shake his pants with his hands, she watched him walk away without looking back. For a moment, she wanted to shout at him: "Mingwen! I'm here! He walked out of her field of vision, she walked slowly downstairs, slowly came home, and as soon as she entered the door, she threw herself on the couch and couldn't stop crying, her whole face was almost sunk in the couch, and the cry buzzed like a speeding train with a piercing sound. Crying and crying and falling asleep on the couch, she still kept sobbing in her sleep—

When she woke up the next day, she only felt lightheaded, sleepy, and coughing. She took the shot to the hospital, and when she took her temperature, it was almost 39 degrees, and the doctor prescribed her an intravenous drip.

A week later, Ke Yue's condition was basically cured, but her mental state was still very poor, her face was haggard, and she didn't want to move too much. When she got up one morning, she opened the curtains and saw that the earth was a thin white color, and the whole sky was dancing with light and poetic snowflakes. Winter turned out to be like this, she thought, in a blink of an eye, it was a year, the first snow last year to the first snow this year, between the two snows is a painful trench for two people, and this trench is the love of each other can not hold hands. She looked at the snowflakes, thinking about it, letting her thoughts fly with the snowflakes, and the whole person also had a kind of flying, passing through heaven and earth and life and death, but she couldn't reach the side of another person. She wondered if Mingwen was also imagining this snow, he would definitely think of her, and he would definitely think of her. Thinking of this, she felt that although the two of them might not be able to be together in this life, the love between him and her had already touched each other's hearts, and a warm stream was latent in the cold and made people have a little warmth in her heart.

She brews herself a cup of coffee with great care, she likes to make life refined, she likes to make her life full of style, she likes to give life a taste, and although she herself feels like a cucumber that has missed the season, she faces a kind of withering when the green thorns are just growing, but she still wants to let this withering turn in magnificence. The mist of coffee slowly rises, and a faint fragrance infiltrates every cell of the person, and the cells stretch out their countless keen and delicate tentacles dancing excitedly in the sweet space, like a sea bath floating leisurely in the water. The fence between the past and the reality slowly faded, and little by little, the beauty gathered like water droplets and crystallized into pearls.

The doorbell rang awkwardly, disrupting the vertical and horizontal lines of her memory. She got up to open the door, and as soon as the door opened, the two of them stood there, staring at each other, their eyes were astringent, their hearts were sour, looking at each other, their eyes were reluctant to leave each other's bodies, afraid that everything would become a dream bubble in a flash. Both of them smiled at each other at the same time, and there was a thick layer of dust in the smile, and it was that smile that made the two hearts transparent through the gloom of the wind and clouds.

He walked into the door, grabbed her hands gently, looked at her with a tight and gentle gaze, and said, "Keyue, you have lost weight." ”

"You've lost weight, too. Plaintext, how are you doing? ”

Mingwen nodded and asked, "Where have you been this year?" I've asked everyone who doesn't know, it's not okay to call your mobile phone, and one day I answered a call that doesn't speak, that's yours, why don't you talk? How are you doing this year? ”

Ke Yue smiled lightly at Mingwen, there was an unspeakable past and thoughts in this smile, what she said, he understood, so there was no need to say it. She asked, "Why are you here?" I thought it was Xiaohui, did she tell you? ”

"It's not. I often come to your building alone, but today I have an urge to come up, I rang the doorbell, maybe subconsciously to do this, maybe it is an intuition that I am back. He said, "Are you still leaving?" ”

"I don't know, maybe it will, maybe not for a while." She replied, her eyes full of unpredictable confusion and pathetic confusion.

"Oh." His gaze tried to penetrate her with warmth, looking at her, like looking at a ray of moonlight through a layer of too hazy fog, beautiful but afraid of being lost. He took her gently in his arms, and he sniffed at the smell that he had picked up after a long time, and the smell swam between the strands of her hair, which hung like a still waterfall on the tente of his senses. He quietly dissolved her into his arms, like one life encasing another, until the two lives dissolved into one. "Don't go, okay." He was so cautious, his voice was so small that it flowed silently from the eyes of the earth like a clear spring, but it was a lifelong expectation, with an unstoppable yearning. Her hand wrapped his waist tightly, her sideburns breathed next to her sideburns, happiness is the foot touch of time, and the sound of trampling crisply swayed into the happiest body odor on the heart of love.

The silence of two people contains a lifetime of expectations, there are you and me in the expectation, although staying together is a second, parting is always endless, but it is still worth stationing, and it may be exhausting a lifetime. Love is a kind of life background, containing the most primitive everything, but to keep it is a compliment, not all people who work hard can get its praise, that needs God's favor, what we do, is to keep that second.

The mobile phone rang, like a passenger train in the deep hollow valley, and the tourists were wandering in the beauty to get drunk but were coldly disturbed by the palpitations in their hearts.

Ke Yue distanced herself from Mingwen and said to him, "You answer the phone, I'll make you a cup of tea." ”

Ke Yue deliberately made tea for a long time so as not to affect Mingwen's answering the phone, and when she came out, she found that Mingwen was actually asleep on the sofa, snoring softly. She hesitated to wake up Mingwen. She gently placed the tea on the coffee table in front of him, looked at him intently, and couldn't help but touch his face with trembling hands. He woke up all at once, staring at her with wide eyes, momentarily confused.

"I'm scared of you."

"No, I suddenly saw you and thought I was dreaming." He looked around to confirm that he was not in a dream, and said, "It's kind of strange that I fell asleep as soon as I sat down." ”

"Let's have a cup of tea."

He obediently picked up the cup and put it to his lips and slowly tasted the fragrance of the tea, a little intoxicated and a little excited.

"Mingwen, Xia Hui's matter is really humble."

Mingwen looked at her and shook her hand.

"I was supposed to trust someone, I thought Xia Hui had entered the TV station, and when I came back, I heard that the person had committed a crime, so-"

"Keyue, thank you." Mingwen said: "I have helped her to entrust someone." ”

"Doesn't it affect you?" Ke Yue said: "Let me help you do it, you can't open your mouth now in a special period." ”

"It's fine." Mingwen smiled. Ke Yue was always a little uneasy, but looking at his expression, she stopped talking again. Just at this time, Mingwen's mobile phone rang again, and he took out the phone and pressed the hang-up button directly.

"Let's go home, it's not too early."

"yes, it's not too early, I might have to go back." He looked into Keyue with his eyes, hoping to find something in her. The two sat silently for a while, but Yue pulled up Mingwen and sent him to the door, saying, "Let's go, it's not too early to be naïve." Mingwen stood at the door, and she said, "Go back." She quietly closed the door.

She stayed where she was, her mind blank, not knowing where she was, her heart empty, like she had lost everything. After a long time, she slammed the door open, but there was no clear text, and the loss slammed into her heart like a hammer. She ran to the window, but saw his back in the snow, moving slowly, with a cigarette in his hand, and his figure was lonely in the cold night. Tears slid down her cheeks, and she looked at him, realizing that she was so reluctant—