Bai Nuan is home at 9:25.

I struggled in the living room for a while about how to say it, and finally turned over a sentence from the Book of Poetry in my head, intending to use it to confess or something.

In the end, Wei Zhuang's "Sidi Township" was selected.

She went into the room, took her best paper, and laid it out with pen and ink.

Take a brush and write it down.

[Spring tour, apricot blossoms blow all over the head.

Who is young and romantic? The concubine intends to marry and rest for the rest of her life.

Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed. 】

When she put pen to paper, she was satisfied, this is her best painting.

Bai Nuan's eyes were dyed with a smile, with a bit of warmth between his eyebrows, and when it dried, he took the framed frame out, and when it dried, he framed it and left his name.

I took my things out of the door again, and looked at the door next to me, but I still hadn't gotten up.

She pursed her lips and placed the words and the wrapped gift box in his doorway.

also deliberately moved a little farther away, afraid that as soon as he came out, he would step on it.

Then I took my book and sat on the tatami mat over there, intending to pretend that nothing happened.

I don't know what will happen if I see it?

You'll run over and hug her in circles, right? And then he said something like he loved her to death.

Not reserved at all.

Bai Nuan lowered her eyes and looked at the book in her hand, the corners of her lips curled, and she was in a good mood.

It's still snowing outside today, and it's a bit heavy.

She leaned against the wall, a little cold, so she took a pillow against some.

Ten o'clock.

Eleven.

Twelve.

A little.

Snake eyes.

Three.

……

It wasn't until 4:55 p.m. that Bai Nuan finally couldn't hold his breath.

He put down the book, rubbed his numb legs, walked over, picked up something on the ground, and knocked on the door.

There was no sound in the door.

Bai Nuan then thought that he was drenched in snow yesterday, so he wouldn't have a fever and be sick at this time, right?

Bai Nuan twisted the door to see if he could unscrew it, but he didn't close it.

I went in with my eyebrows twisted.

As soon as the door opened, there was no one.

The contents are clean.

Like when he hadn't come yet.

Bai Nuan pursed her lips, clenched the gift box in her hand a little, put the words here, took the box, turned around and walked out of the door, and walked to the door of Anyang's house.

I saw a group of people moving things.

"Excuse me, where are the people living here?"

"Huh? The people who live here? I don't know, anyway, we received the news that we want to sell here. ”

The box in Bai Nuan's hand clenched tighter, as if it was about to be pinched into the palm of his hand.

I didn't say anything, I turned around and went home.

Just a dozen meters, no air-conditioned road, a little cold, she was thinly dressed, and her lips were a little white.

She still looks like that, and she doesn't have any expression.

When I got home, the door was not closed, and I entered the room before Anyang in silence, took out the words, walked to the trash can in the living room, and threw it in.

The ring in your hand......

She glanced down, there was a little blood on it, and her palm was broken.

Bai Nuan still didn't have any expression, and threw the box in.

He sat back on the tatami mat with the book, leaning against the wall, this time without a pillow.

Just look at the words on it little by little.

The wind poured in from the side of the door she hadn't replaced, and the floor heating didn't work much.

She leaned there reading a book, as usual, as if nothing had changed.

The book turns page by page.

After she finished reading one, she replaced it with the next.

From five to eight o'clock, three hours.

She didn't stop for a moment, she just looked down at the book, her fingertips were purple from the cold, and she didn't seem to feel it.