As soon as He Yi packed up a change of clothes, Sister Zhang's phone called: "Xiao He, the document sent to you by the mailbox needs to be translated as soon as possible, and it needs to be used urgently." ”

He Yiying said: "Okay, I'll do it as soon as possible." After hanging up the phone, I turned my head and thought that I didn't seem to have a laptop with me.

Thinking that there might be no one in the study, He Yi packed up the materials and ran to the study.

The door to the study was not closed, and it was dark inside, except for the faint light of the fire reflected through the window glass.

He Yi looked at the appearance carefully. It's Song Pingsheng.

The dim street lamps on the side of the street, the goose feathers and heavy snow outside, scattered and scattered by the window, by the moonlight, He Yi looked at the man in front of him.

A slim-fitting suit trousers and a light gray turtleneck. The cigarette was between his slender fingers and he was gently spitting out smoke rings in his mouth. As if thinking about something, his brow furrowed slightly.

He Yi saw such a Song Pingsheng for the first time, melancholy and distant, as if he was sharp, which made people daunted.

Song Pingsheng turned around slowly, He Yi just wanted to escape, but he seemed to see her, busy crushing the cigarette in the ashtray, and called softly: "Xiao Gardenia? ”

He looked flustered, but maintained his usual gentleness. It seems that standing in front of the window just now is another Song Pingsheng.

He Yi scratched his head and explained, "I have a document that needs to be translated and I want to borrow a computer. ”

Song Pingsheng nodded, turned around and opened a little window, went to the desk to open his laptop, and asked He Yi: "Then do you need to work in the study or in the room?" ”

There was also a pungent smell of smoke in the study, which was very choking.

"I—I'll go back to my room and translate." He Yi licked his dry lips, stared at Song Pingsheng with bated breath, and asked his doubts, "Brother Pingsheng, do you have something on your mind?" I remember you didn't smoke. ”

"Brother is fine." Song Pingsheng smiled, "I'm just thinking about something, something...... Very tricky thing. ”

Hearing this, He Yi thought of the girl Song Pingsheng brought back during the sophomore vacation.

There was some bitterness in his heart, but He Yi still mustered up the courage to ask, "Is it about Beryl?" ”

Beryl is an Englishman, and her grandmother was born in China and married in the UK, so she is somewhat similar to her grandmother, and her facial features are a bit like Asian.

This person, He Yi has seen it with his own eyes.

Kind, gentle, and considerate.

The clear and bright pupils are extremely attractive, revealing an indescribable charm between a smile and a smile, the snow-white skin is as graceful as a hibiscus out of water, and the light makeup looks even more beautiful.

The voice is soft and pleasant, even if you don't speak fluent Chinese, it is extremely beautiful.

Song Pingsheng looked nervous, obviously surprised.

"Do you know about smoking, Beryl?"

The wind and snow outside the window seemed to be a little lighter, but there were still some snowflakes falling into the window. Snowflakes flutter in the wind, adding a different scenery to the night.

Song Pingsheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, as plain as telling someone else's story, "I broke up with her." ”

The tone is bland.

But He Yi knew that the more bland he acted, the more unwilling he was in his heart, and he didn't care, but his heart was still throbbing. It's the same as her feelings for him.

The heart in front of a person is like stopping water, and the person is ...... behind

He closed his hand, handed it to He Yi, smiled at her, and said, "Brother is not in a hurry, you work hard, go to bed early after translating." ”

He Yi nodded and told him to rest early and go back to the room with his hands in his hands.

Walking to the opposite side of the study, He Yi turned her head to look, and she seemed to see another Song Pingsheng.

Fade away all tenderness, all blandness. The window glass reflected the fire again.

The faint light of the fire seemed to be the only hope to save him.

He seemed to be looking at the snow, looking at the snowflakes flying in the sky, and missing her in another country.

He Yan hugged the laptop tightly and held back tears.

Seven years ago, his world was already destined to have nothing to do with me, wasn't it?

The man he has liked for a long time has a heart. No one is reconciled...... Only your sister, but no one has the ability, let me into your atrium, your atrium seems to have long since made room for someone, a girl named Beryl.

Why? Obviously he was the first person I knew.

Obviously, I was the first to be by his side.

He Yi entered the room and lay on the bed crying silently. After a long time, I went to the toilet to wash my crying face. Looking up at the woman in the mirror.

White and clean, with good facial features, but not amazing.

He Yi tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled self-deprecatingly. Back on the side of the bed, leaning on the pillow, turning on the computer, I was greeted by a photo of a girl graduating.

Wearing a bachelor's gown, holding a large bouquet of roses, she smiled sweetly, like a rose blooming in her arms.

The person in front of her is the love of her life.

Snorting, He Yi pulled back his thoughts and devoted himself to work.

This job is extremely important to her, after working for two years, she finally has to get a salary increase, but she doesn't want to give up easily.

It was late at night after translating the document, and this document was not very difficult, but He Yi was not in a good mental state, and that face always appeared in her mind involuntarily, disturbing her mind.

He Yi put down the computer, lay on the bed and tossed and turned, sleepless all night.

Outside the window, the goose-feathered snow has long since pressed the pause button, and the pure snowflakes on the ground are exceptionally quiet and soft in the early morning.

He Yi got up early, put on light makeup and went downstairs after washing.

As soon as I approached the kitchen, I heard the sound of rustling. When I looked up, I crashed into a pair of tender eyes.

It's Song Pingsheng.

Perhaps it was his footsteps that were too loud to disturb the busy man in the kitchen, he blinked, a little shocked, the corners of his mouth raised, and asked, "Why are you so early?" ”

I remember that He Yi loved to lie in bed before, and breakfast was usually eaten in the car.

He Yi stepped forward to help, pulled up his sleeves and prepared to wash rice, and joked: "You got up earlier than Mother Wu, aren't we both the same?" all have to rob Wu's mother's job. ”

Isn't it, it's only half past five and I start washing rice to make breakfast.

Song Pingsheng chuckled, shook his head helplessly, and prepared to squeeze soy milk, "Mother Wu has gone home for the New Year." I let her go back after I was busy last night. ”

He Yi put the inner pot into the rice cooker, inserted the plug, turned on the power, and turned his head to look at Song Pingsheng when he was busy. Looking at the dark circles around his eyes, he quipped, "Did you go to the rain last night?" ”

Song Pingsheng scratched his head, full of suspicion.

"Otherwise, your eyelids look so much like smoky makeup washed by the rain."

The implication is that your dark circles are so heavy.

"My brother is a man, and a little dark circles under his eyes are not in the way. It's a bit masculine. Song Pingsheng poured the squeezed soybean milk into the cup, handed it to He Yi, picked up the egg on the stove, gently cracked it and poured it into the pan.

In front of He Yi, the talkative and laughing Song Pingsheng seemed to be back.

"Brother remembers that there is a ......" Song Pingsheng paused, "When I was in the first semester of high school, I said that I wanted to watch a concert and put on a panda makeup ......"

He Yi saw that he was about to beat him when he picked up the green onions, and his teeth itched with anger, "If it weren't for someone, I would have gone a long time ago." ”

"If it weren't for me, you would have been beaten by Aunt Li and your nose and face would be swollen." Song Pingsheng picked up the plate and added, "ungrateful." ”

He Yi pursed his lips, didn't continue to mess with him, and glanced at him lightly, "Brother Pingsheng, come back this time...... Still leaving? ”

Song Pingsheng stopped his movements, stared at the wall blankly, and joked: "Don't go, my brother should stay in Liangcheng, stay here and find a good partner for Xiao Yu." ”

Find a good partner......

He Yi brought breakfast to the dining table, she didn't ask why, and he didn't explain.

After breakfast was ready, everyone was almost up, and Mother Song looked at the "two brothers and sisters" who cleaned up the kitchen and was extremely amazed.

Hurriedly pulled He Mu over to see.

"Yumei, Xiao Gardenia is getting better and better-looking, and now she is still very virtuous, if it weren't for Beryl in my life, I would have made do with the two of them a long time ago."

He Yi's hand wiping the stove stopped, and he turned to look at Song Pingsheng's back.

He put away the cutting board and kitchen knife with great calmness.

Aunt Liu doesn't seem to know yet.

During the meal, Song's mother always likes to talk to He's mother, and Song's father occasionally interjects a few words, and asks He Yi and Song Pingsheng about their work.

He Yi saw that the snow outside was gradually melting, and there was not much snow, so he moved the words he had prepared last night: "Uncle and aunt, I'll send my mother home later, and I'll go back to the company to get a few documents by the way." Thank you for having me last night. ”

He Mu also smiled and said, "Yes, Ruming, next time you come to my house to sit down, let you taste my craftsmanship." ”

Mother Song knows He Yan's temperament and doesn't like to trouble others. Even if they lived together for seven years. Thinking that the two families are not too far away now, and it is convenient to go back and forth, there is not much to keep.

"Now the road outside is slippery, it's hard to drive, I'll let you send you off in my life." He turned his head and told Song Pingsheng a few words.

After telling the question, he began to complain again, "It's almost the New Year, why does the company still have to work?" Pay attention to your body, and come to your aunt's house for dinner when you have time. ”

He Yi hurriedly nodded in agreement.

Out of Song's house, He Yi was blown by the cold wind and sneezed, Song Pingsheng took off his coat, put it on her, and turned around to pick up the car.

He Yi stared at the man who was getting farther and farther away, it was still a turtleneck, but today's one was pure white.

Like snowflakes.