Yao's mother was stunned, and she didn't understand what happened to her daughter tonight, so she asked such a strange question.

"Look at you kid, what stupid thing you're asking...... It doesn't matter if you're happy or not, a person is always going to get married......"

Yao's mother turned her head and looked at her daughter with pity, her face was very peaceful.

However, when she turned around, she happened to notice the sad look on Yao Siman's face that she hadn't had time to put away.

Seeing this, Yao's mother frowned, her smile was gone, and her eyes suddenly flashed with worry.

"Where did you put my coat again?"

At this time, an imposing roar came from the next bedroom, breaking the tranquility of Yao Siman's house.

Yao's mother wanted to step forward to care about Yao Siman's affairs, but she was beaten by this sudden roar.

"If you don't like me to put it badly, then you should pack your own clothes!"

Yao's mother turned around and walked towards her bedroom, and while walking quickly, she yelled at Yao's father angrily.

Sure enough, the transformation of a loving mother and a fierce woman was only in a blink of an eye!

"Whoa! Isn't it here? What about your eyes? ”

"How did I find it when you put it here!"

"What the hell did you grow up eating, and you can't see it? You're blind! ”

"You're blind!"

......

An extraordinarily harsh scolding word came into Yao Siman's ears one after another.

Although the scene was vigorous, she still looked normal.

Because, seven or eight small quarrels a day, two days a big quarrel, is the couple's daily life, and it is also Yao Siman's life.

She knew that after a while, the two of them would cease and the house would be quiet again......

Yao Siman closed the door of his room indifferently, the corners of his mouth lifted, he smiled bitterly slightly, squeezed out a trace of sourness between his eyebrows, and then moved to the side of the bed and squatted in front of the bedside table.

She silently opened the largest drawer underneath.

Reaching out, he took a large, unpretentious wooden box out of the drawer.

The large wooden box was dyed with purple lacquer and had a small golden lock on the side.

Because it is often turned on and off, the color on the small lock has long since faded by half.

And the layer of purple paint on it has also fallen off a little bit by the erosion of the years, thus forming small holes, which look mottled and vividly permeate the vicissitudes of life.

Yao Siman carefully placed the wooden box that had been with him for nearly twenty years on the desk, and then opened it.

There are a number of miscellaneous small objects in an orderly manner.

Don't look at this wooden box that is dilapidated and old, but it is Yao Siman's most cherished treasure chest.

The inconspicuous little things contained in it, each and every one, were filled with little stories between her and him; those memories of her flowering years; Those little episodes that always touched her heartstrings......

"Bang! Bang! ”

Just as Yao Siman was pondering, a warm firecracker suddenly shook the night sky, and the sound of drama was endless.

"Twelve?"

She muttered softly, and looked out the window, and what greeted her was the dazzling sky.

At this time, bundles of ethereal black smoke flew into the sky one after another, suddenly plunged into the embrace of the heavy night, and then suddenly bloomed one after another colorful bright sparks, covering the distant darkness with a layer of brilliant brilliance, and also sprinkling some warmth for the cold of the winter night.

Yao Siman was stunned to enjoy the fireworks feast outside the window, forgetting for a moment what night it was, and instantly felt a little less melancholy.

She likes fireworks, they are always arrogantly roaring in high places, showing off their gorgeous and colorful lights and shadows to the world in a high profile, and quickly turn into wisps of smoke, scattered with the wind, fluttering, and finally disappearing.

In love, she needs this kind of boldness, this kind of publicity, this kind of hard work.

However, because of her inferiority, cowardice, and all kinds of considerations, she has always been cautious in love and walking on thin ice......

"Ding!"

A sudden WeChat prompt sound was mixed with the vigorous sound of cannonballs, and faintly came into Yao Siman's ears.

She unlocked the phone with anticipation, but her eyes lit up, and her heart suddenly rejoiced, and a pure smile unconsciously appeared in her dark eyes.

Sure enough, it was him!

Yao Siman's heart was like a deer, which was expected, but it was unexpected.

It was none other than Tong Minkun who sent the message, it was Tong Minkun who she thought about day and night!

Regarding his love for Tong Minkun, Yao Siman has already infiltrated it into the bone marrow, and even dissolved it into the blood.

Yao Siman clicked on Tong Minkun's avatar with a smile in his eyes, and carefully read the content in the dialog box from beginning to end over and over again.

In fact, the message sent by Tong Minkun is nothing special, just a long list of New Year's greetings, which looks like a group message.

However, Yao Siman still replied anxiously, "Thank you, Happy New Year!" ”

She held her phone tightly, staring at the screen without blinking, her heart was beating violently, and she was inexplicably a little flustered.

However, in a few seconds, the phone vibrated slightly again.

Tong Minkun replied with two smiling faces.

Yao Siman was satisfied with the content of these two pieces of information, like a treasure, a pair of clear eyes smiled and bent into two cute little crescents.

She opened the favorites with joy, and it was empty, counting the two pieces of information she had just added, there were only six favorites in total.

After Yao Siman came to France, there was no longer any contact between the two of them.

As for his recent situation, she was gradually nowhere to be found.

Because, about his contact information, the only thing she has in her hand is only a QQ number.

It's just that since the appearance of WeChat, his QQ avatar has never lit up again......

So, every late night when he thinks about him, Yao Siman will quietly pick up the wooden box, and then look at the "memories" carried in it with a lot of emotions, seeing things and thinking about people.

However, one morning two or three years ago, when Yao Siman got up and turned on the data switch on his mobile phone, a series of WeChat prompts bombarded inexplicably.

She frowned and opened WeChat, but was surprised to find that she had been pulled into the WeChat group of her junior high school classmates at some point!

After she silently looked at the chat records in the group, she realized that someone wanted to organize a class reunion, so she rebuilt a WeChat group of junior high school classmates.

At that time, Yao Siman couldn't calm down the excitement in his heart, so he hurriedly clicked on the upper right corner of the chat window and quickly flipped through the business cards of each group member.

Unfortunately, when she clicked on his avatar to add him as her friend, she hesitated.

At that moment, Yao Siman realized that although he had now lost his childhood inferiority, he still didn't have the courage to take the initiative to find him.

But her heart was overjoyed.

Because at the very least, she finally waited for his WeChat contact information!

In the end, her eyes flashed, and she looked at the photo on his profile picture in a daze, looking at it for a long time, a long time, forgetting the time, and almost forgetting that the two of them were already separated......

However, what Yao Siman didn't expect was that when she quit the chat window of the WeChat group and was about to wash her face and brush her teeth, she found that Tong Minkun had sent a friend addition request!

Yao Siman suddenly burst into joy, almost trembling his fingers, and added this most special person to his WeChat contacts.

It's just that in the past two or three years, although they have added WeChat friends, the two are still silent.

After that, she was still as before, hiding in the silence of the night thinking about him, running into a dream to see him, secretly looking at his circle of friends, and carefully writing her infinite thoughts about him into her diary.

But Chinese New Year's Eve has invisibly become the day she is most looking forward to.

Because since Yao Siman added Tong Minkun's WeChat, as long as it is this day, he will definitely distribute New Year's greetings at 0:00.

Although, it seems like it's just a mass post......

Yao Siman had already waited for Tong Minkun's New Year's wishes, so he casually threw his mobile phone on the bed, and then continued to look back at the wooden box on the desk.

At the top is a junior high school graduation photo taken in the summer of 2007.

This photo is the only photo of him and her.

Therefore, she cherishes it and keeps it with extra care.

She looked at the group of immature boys and girls in the photo in a daze, and inexplicably felt like a world away.

Yao Siman slid her finger over the photo, eventually stopping at Tong Minkun's smiling face.

She looked at the handsome face on the old photo so obsessively, smiling lightly, her eyes were shining, and she was full of emotion.

She set aside the slightly faded old photograph and swept her gaze over an old purple harmonica, a few small colored shells, a dried maple leaf specimen, a black pen, and a picture of an old grandmother in a wooden box......

Everything in this is so inconspicuous in the eyes of ordinary people.

In Yao Siman's eyes, they are so precious, beautiful, and reluctant.

Eventually, her eyes fell on a small packet of unopened Qingfeng brand tissues.

She reached out and gently removed it from the corner of the box.

Although he already knew that this tissue had lost the fragrance of the year, Yao Siman still put it under the tip of his nose and sniffed it.

Sure enough, the fragrance was gone......

But a past incident suddenly came to her mind.

"Poof!"

Yao Siman gently held a small packet of tissues in the palm of his hand, placed it on his heart, and chuckled lightly for a while.

I saw her beautiful eyes, her fair face was flushed with crimson under the dim light, and a slightly dry pink lip was raised wantonly, smiling Yanran, smiling eccentric, and smiling very silly.

Yao Siman smiled stupidly, and then took out the locked diary in the wooden box.

At this time, it was already one o'clock in the evening, and the hustle and bustle outside the window had long been silent, and everything seemed extraordinarily silent.

Yao Siman sat in front of the desk, looking thoughtfully at the row of beautiful butterfly specimens of different colors hanging on the wall, and faintly touched the red birthmark on the right side of his face with his hand, and couldn't help but be a little stunned.

This red butterfly on my face...... It's really pretty......

Yao Siman's eyes were a little hollow, and there were thousands of thoughts in his heart.

She opened the journal in front of her, and the first thing that caught her eye was a small cluster of flattened lavender sandwiched between the first page.

After the tempering of time, it has dried up without the slightest moisture, and there is no longer any residual fragrance.

Fortunately, Yao Siman kept it carefully, so that its flower spikes could hide in the diary, quietly blooming with a romantic purple blue.

She looked at this thick diary page by page, and suddenly felt that this old past was so recent, and it was so fresh in her memory, as if it had just happened yesterday.

Yao Siman flipped the diary to the back, and a pair of deep eyes were like a pool of crystal autumn water, reflecting the deep affection in her heart.