Marina City.

At night, the city near the sea slowly falls into a false sleep.

In the depths of winter, the grey beaches covered with coarse sand are sparsely populated. In the distance, only a vague outline could be seen of a cargo ship, heading in the direction of the harbor, and a dull whistle sounded in the air.

A sea breeze gently blows across the beach from the harbor, carrying a salty smell that roams the edges and corners of the city.

The third ring of the city, a community.

In the bedroom, the woman lay quietly on the double bed, breathing heavily and becoming more conscious.

Beside her, her husband was already asleep, and the faint sound of snoring echoed in the quiet air.

At this moment, the woman did not have the slightest sense of sleep. It's not because of her husband's unintentional disturbance, and it's not because people are unwell after middle age, but because of the cry that echoes in the air.

"Woo...... Woohoo......"

The sound of such a cry haunted her ears like an illusion, and made her heart tremble with fear, so that her body seemed to be bound by some invisible force, and she could not move a bit.

The husband's snoring gradually weakened, and he smacked his lips unconsciously, and then, as if he felt the uneasiness of the person next to him, or sensed something, he finally woke up leisurely.

"Did you hear that?"

He was silent for a long time, as if he realized the disturbed mood of the person next to him, and said slowly, breaking the silence.

As the man's voice sounded, the inexplicable cry seemed to weaken, but it still lingered in the ears of the two people, refusing to disappear.

The woman nodded in the darkness and hummed softly.

She knew that her husband had felt her response, but as if she was worried about something, she was always vigilant, listening carefully to the whining cries that wandered in the air.

"It's Tingting...... She's back! ”

She said suddenly with some excitement, but what she said startled herself.

Tingting.

The name has been silent in their hearts for years.

To this day, both of them are trying their best to avoid thinking of this name, and when they unintentionally turn to a photo of her, their hearts can't help but be confused, their noses are sour, and tears are swirling in their eyes.

"Don't think nonsense," the man heard his wife's words, his heart sank, he was inexplicably frightened, and he couldn't bear to say something to blame, so he had to say, "Maybe Xiaohan is crying, I'll go and see!" ”

The "little cold" in the mouth of men is their child. Since that incident, this child has become a treasure held by the two of them, for fear of the slightest accident.

The man had not yet shaken off his sleepiness, and the lack of sleep made his head buzz, and he got out of bed, but the woman grabbed his arm.

"I'll go with you!" She said, getting out of bed as well, as if she had made some kind of death-defying decision.

The man wanted to refuse, but when he turned his head, he saw his wife's serious face.

The words of rejection were swallowed in his stomach.

The two men crept away, then gently slipped out of the bedroom and into the living room. Standing in the living room, the sound of a faint cry became clear, and they looked nervous, hesitated for a moment, and still walked resolutely towards the closed door.

The woman opened the door, and the man stood behind her, his breathing ringing in the air. They're all nervous.

In the middle of the room, a child of about five years old fell asleep quietly, breathing evenly.

The two walked into the room, and the woman lovingly pulled the quilt for the child, and for fear of waking him up, she took her husband's hand and walked out of the room.

"It must be Tingting who is unhappy, she is not happy that we have children again," the woman's association with that person made her face change several times, and she said in a gloomy tone.

The cry became clearer.

The man's face was slightly frightened, but he knew that he couldn't be too weak in front of his wife, so he had to comfort and said, "Tingting won't." She's our child too, and even if she's gone, she should want her parents to do well......"

Perhaps it was the man's words that played a role, and the woman raised her head, her eyes full of remembrance.

The hands of the wall clock on the rough wall pointed to the number three, and it was pitch black outside the window, and the fierce night wind kept hitting the glass, making a clanging sound.

At midnight, they stood in the living room, their hands clasped together, their hearts gloomy.

Because, they know, there is a little girl named Tingting who stays in a certain year forever.

And they are still alive, as if they were put on a shackle, remorseful and sinful.

……

Winter.

The warm sun shone on the hurried pedestrians, and on the side of the road, the traffic lights flashed and changed to green; Zhuo Xuan walked across the road with the flow of people and came to a hot pot restaurant opposite.

It was already noon, and the spicy aroma of hot pot wafted out of the store and into Zhuo Xuan's nose.

He took two hard puffs, and was hesitating whether to walk in when a slightly unfamiliar voice rang out.

"Zhuo Xuan, what are you still doing in a daze, come on!"

A sturdy young man with a smile on his face ran out of the store in a rage and shouted at Zhuo Xuan enthusiastically.

Looking in the direction of the voice, Zhuo Xuan clearly saw the man who ran out of the hot pot restaurant, and for a while, thousands of emotions surfaced in his heart, and he didn't know how to react.

He was grabbed by the man's arm and walked half-shoved towards the store, but the smile on his face became more and more intense.

This young and stout man in sportswear is his elementary school classmate, his name is Chu Yixin, he used to be a chubby kid, but he didn't expect to become like this now.

It has been more than six years since they graduated from primary school, and they can get together again because of Chu Yixin's blessing.

Chu Yixin, who has a wealthy family, has always been popular, and even Zhuo Xuan's character who is not willing to give up has been in contact with him. The winter break has just begun, and before the Chinese New Year, most of the students who went to college have returned to their hometowns. Zhuo Xuan lived in Tinglin University for a period of time until he had to return to his parents' house in Binhai City.

The only regret he felt was that he didn't be able to say hello to Zhou Xueqiu until he left Tinglin City, and Wan Hongyu didn't come back.

He was pulled by Chu Yixin and came to the private room on the second floor. According to Zhuo Xuan's economic ability, such a high-grade hot pot restaurant is generally unaffordable.

After his parents disappeared, he also lost his financial resources, so he had to apply for subsidies while doing part-time part-time work.

The interior of the hot pot restaurant is decorated in an antique style, with hollow carved partitions separating the table from the table, and whenever Zhuo Xuan and Chu Yixin pass by the waiter, the waiter in neat uniform bows deeply, which makes Zhuo Xuan extremely uncomfortable.