Since he was a child, Lin Chuxia hated winter the most.

Because of Luo Yichen, she fell in love with winter and snowflakes in winter.

A month after Luo Yichen left, he came to Beijing again.

Snowflakes suddenly floated in the sky, and Lin Chuxia was happy like a child, she jumped and jumped around Luo Yichen.

"Did you bring the snowflakes?"

Luo Yichen smiled but did not speak.

"You brought it!" Lin Chuxia weaves a fairy tale for himself.

"Eating hot pot with snowflakes is desirable!" Yang Siyuan proposed.

So, they came to the old Beijing mutton hot pot restaurant again.

Luo Yichen didn't eat much, and he got drunk when he drank half of the wine.

He picked up his bag and went to the hotel alone.

Lin Chuxia watched the two of them eat happily: "Chu Chu, I'll go see Luo Yichen, I'm a little worried about him." ”

"Okay, you go first, we'll go over after eating." Luo Chuchu soaks the mutton.

Lin Chuxia knocked on the door, and Luo Yichen was lying on the bed.

"I'll pour you a glass of water......"

"Don't drink it."

Lin Chuxia sat on the bed opposite and looked at him quietly. And just like that, no one broke the silence.

Lin Chuxia remembered the thoughts that had been pressed in her heart for so long, and remembered the poems she wrote.

It always feels like you're so close to me

In front of my eyes, in my heart, in my life

And I can't touch you

Is it a dream or a hallucination

You stand in front of me

Reach out and touch your face

Fingertips gently slide down your forehead

In an instant you disappear without a trace

And me

It's like having been drained of your soul

……

Lin Chuxia walked to his bed and slowly squatted down, afraid of alarming him.

He rested one hand on his forehead, closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and rested one hand on the edge of the bed.

Lin Chuxia stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on the back of his hand, afraid that he would suddenly disappear in an instant.

Luo Yichen felt a trace of coldness, and that coldness touched the bottom of his heart along his fingertips, and his heart ached faintly.

He sat up and hugged Lin Chuxia who was squatting on the ground tightly: "I miss you, I miss you all day long, I think about you all the time!" ”

Luo Yichen's words, Lin Chuxia felt like she had said it a long time ago, and it was as if she had never said it, because of her long-term thoughts, she seemed to be unable to distinguish between reality and dreams.

……

After Luo Yichen returned to Nanjing, his heart remained in Beijing.

When he was working, he would be in a daze, and Lin Chuxia's shadow would always be in his mind.

Her eyes, her smile, and her long, inky hair always exude a faint fragrance.

"Mr. Luo, Mr. Luo......" When Bai Xiaowei knocked on the door, she saw Luo Yichen leaning on the desk, staring out the window, I don't know if she was thinking? Or in a daze? The knock on the door didn't wake him up.

"Book me a plane ticket to Beijing!" Luo Yichen seemed to wake up from a dream.

"Mr. Luo, you just came back from Beijing for a week......

"Let's work!" Luo Yichen sat down and opened his notebook.

"That'...... What about airfares? ”

Luo Yichen just stared at the screen and didn't say a word.

Bai Xiaowei is in a dilemma, she has been an assistant by Luo Yichen's side for more than two years, and she has never seen such a Luo Yichen.

Luo Yichen hated his current state and couldn't get absorbed in his work.

In his dictionary of life, work is more important than everything, and feelings occupy very little proportion in his life. His career has been smooth sailing, which stems from his background, but also from his love and hard work. However, Lin Chuxia was an accident in his life.

……

Lin Chuxia likes such afternoons, the sun is shining outside the window, and the house is quiet.

Staying alone, in the deep and shallow Tang poems and Song lyrics, melancholy will arise for no reason.

Time has passed, thousands of years have passed, heaven and earth are still the same, but the world is different. And Luo Yichen is the most beautiful encounter in her life. She was glad she hadn't missed it.

Occasionally, I hear the sound of cars speeding by on the road, so that I don't feel that the silence in the house is terrible.

Lin Chuxia closed himself up, Chu Chu's phone call would still come, shopping in the afternoon, happy in the evening! will find all kinds of reasons to excuse it. Fortunately, Yang Siyuan stuck to her like a shadow, so she would let Lin Chuxia go.

Lin Chuxia has woven a fairy tale for herself, and she is always afraid that she will not be able to meet Luo Yichen one day, and she will not see her for several years. She doesn't know what her world would be like without Luo Yichen's life? And the depths of her life must be shattered.

Even without talking

You can also feel the warmth you bring

Walked through the railing of countless nights

Fluttering like a butterfly's wings

Fly to my side

I'm just listening

Listen to your voice

It looks like a field of flowers all over the mountain

It's like the joy of being blown by the wind

you

It's like a landscape I've never seen before

See

I don't want to leave

Lin Chuxia looked at the poem she wrote, thinking about the first time Luo Yichen called him. And at the moment, her phone is as quiet as night.

Lin Chuxia finished dinner with his parents.

"Xia Xia, watch TV with Dad." Dad Lin looked at his baby daughter with a smile on his face.

"I'm tired and want to sleep...... Lin Chuxia took a toothbrush, ready to brush his teeth.

"I got into the room all day long, I don't know what I'm doing?" Mom cleaned up the table.

Lin Chuxia heard the mobile phone ringing, she put down her toothbrush, ran into the room, and picked up the mobile phone, Luo Yichen's phone.

"I'm in Beijing, the old place ......" Before he finished speaking, he hung up. He seems to have drunk too much.

Lin Chuxia put on a down jacket, backpack, and changed shoes.

"Why are you going so late?" Dad put down the remote control and stood up.

"Chu Chu called, I drank too much, I'll take a look." Lin Chuxia opened the door and ran out.

"Slow down, stay safe......"

Lin Chuxia took a taxi to the old Beijing mutton hot pot restaurant.

"How many of you, ma'am?" The waiter greeted him.

"Find someone ......"

Lin Chuxia looked at the place where they usually sit, and the waiter was cleaning up the mess on the table.

She dialed Luo Yichen's phone, but no one answered. I called again, but there was still no answer.

Lin Chuxia ran to the hotel they frequented.

"Hello, my friend has drunk too much and can't contact him, can you check his room number?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, we don't have the right to disclose the guest's information, you should contact him."

"He drank too much and didn't answer the phone, for fear that he would have an accident......"

"I'm sorry, ma'am......" The front desk lady smiled tepidly with her specific professional smile: "You can call him again." ”

Lin Chuxia called Luo Yichen's phone again, but there was still no answer.

"What to do? Let's buy water first. "In the supermarket of the hotel, I bought three bottles of mineral water, and Luo Yichen said that when you drink too much, you should drink a lot of water.

"Buy him something to eat again, he doesn't eat when he drinks......" Lin Chuxia muttered to himself, and went to the hotel supermarket to buy bread and yogurt.

What else does he like to eat? But where is he? ”

Lin Chuxia called again, but no one answered.

"Give Chu Chu a call, yes, and Yang Siyuan." Still no answers. And at this moment, Luo Chuchu and Yang Siyuan are in karaoke.

Standing on the streets of Beijing, watching the hotel buildings soar above the clouds and the sky as black as ink.

Which one is it? What happened to Luo Yichen? Lin Chuxia was helpless like a duckweed......