When the coffee was brought to him, the man got up and left. The book in his hand fell to the ground, and in the spread page was a blue-green ginkgo leaf.

The back left, and on the way to leave, it was the sentence: Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost

It's been nearly a month since I returned to that city, and I remember that when I returned here, Chen Yuan was greeted by a heavy snowfall. On that day, snow fell like down under the streetlights, and in the dim light, a cat with pure black fur was sitting there, looking at the snow-covered city with its watery eyes. Walking among the tall buildings, the large screen playing the advertisement is emitting a changing light, shining on the turquoise matcha in your hand.

In that city, the wind blew the snow on the ground and in the air like a pedestrian's body, wetting his brow and hiding it in his hair. It was another heavy snowfall, the first heavy snow after returning. No socializing, no hustle, no laughter, no sorrow. This is a snow sprinkled in the daytime, a snow that falls on Chen Yuan's heart, in this Windy City, in the Windy City where the years are confused. The café has very few people, and the customers are always sparse for a few days during the Chinese New Year. Lao Wen didn't come with Chen Yuan today, the deadline is very close, and it is even more difficult to see him in the past few days when he is rushing to the manuscript.

Fruit tea is the first hot drink that Chen Yuan likes since he got rid of coffee, after all, the sweetness of the fruit and the slight bitterness of the weak tea, coupled with the story in Chen Yuan's heart, happen to be the first portrayal of the first half of his life. Chen Yuan chose to sit down by the window, as usual. There are a lot fewer cars on the street, and if you say that the past few days in this neighborhood can be regarded as a busy traffic, the last few days can really be said to be a lot of people. Yes, few people choose to sit in a corner of the city at this time, thinking about what they have missed, what they are uneasy, what they have not yet thought about, and their thoughts are swirling and drifting away with it in the heat of tea.

When he looked out the window, a snow had fallen flutteringly, and the lights had not yet turned on, but Chen Yuan looked at the sky, but it was all white. Chen Yuan likes winter very much, even if he has to wear thick cotton clothes, even if he has to make the lenses in front of him full of moisture, Chen Yuan still likes this cold but snowy winter. However, Chen Yuan always had difficulty accepting the dry white sky, how could he not match the fiery red fiery clouds before the appearance of the summer sunset, and the heavy rain poured down, and when the hazy sky was approaching, a burst of golden sunlight suddenly shrouded the rain curtain, floating together among the dark green dense leaves. In the year and a half since he left Windy City, he came back twice during the period, and he encountered heavy snowfall, and Chen Yuan, every snowy weather hides pain and sadness. Some stories have a very stubborn ending, and they can't be paved into a comedy, and Chen Yuan still wants to keep these stories for himself.

The biggest fear of falling on icy roads is often the fall, but if you don't take the first step, how can you get to where you're going? Chen Yuan sat on the big stone at the mouth of the river and asked Liu Nian, Chen Yuan remembered that Liu Nian stared there silently for a long time, not saying anything. Chen Yuan also remembered that when Mao Mao said this to Chen Yuan, Chen Yuan rushed directly onto the ice, even if he was afraid of slipping, even if he had fallen again and again, Chen Yuan still stood up again and again with his swollen knees. Chen Yuan's life, Chen Yuan's feelings, everything Chen Yuan has to go through, is like an icy road, if you don't walk, you can only sit there, every minute of your life is a withered white sky and withered branches. The thing in his hand is the snow that is melting and disappearing.

Chen Yuan has a pot of wine, which is enough to comfort the wind and dust. When Chen Yuan was really sitting here, Chen Yuan's heart was still extremely calm. In the suppression of life, there will always be people who choose to go on, and choose to go down despite all the bruises. Feng Tang's book says that he himself knows what he wants. So although the road of life is full of unknowns, you can also drink all the way from the tavern at the intersection to the end of the alley. Chen Yuan still remembers that in the ending of the movie, he drank too much liquor, shouted the name he cared about to every number that could not be reached for the time being, and said what he wanted to say. When Chen Yuan saw this paragraph, he couldn't help laughing, remembering that when he was at school, three cocktails with fire were down, lying downstairs in the dormitory building, crying and crying, and when he heard the siren of the patrolling police car, he stood up silently and staggered back. Well, there will always be times when there are too many things to say, but the person who wanted him to hear has already left.

Chen Yuan still remembers many nights, standing in front of the window, lighting a lanzhou, and inhaling vigorously, letting the smoke continue to go down from the trachea to the deepest part of his lungs. "The night time of the drum tower is in a hurry, stranger, please give Chen Yuan a cigarette." When Chen Yuan really understood the lyrics, it was when the cigarette he lit in his hand was about to go out. Now, Chen Yuan is in the corner of the Windy City, thinking of himself standing with a fan on the bell tower of the ancient city, thinking of himself above the Yellow River and looking into the distance, and his heart is still extremely nostalgic. Since that farewell, now that he has returned, he is no longer a teenager.

The snow, fluttering and sprinkling, just like that, dyed the city and dyed Chen Yuan's hair that slowly turned white because of staying up late. Some people say that excessive sadness will make a person's hair gray overnight, Chen Yuan said, in fact, you have a story hidden in your heart, go to bed at 4 o'clock every night, and then get up at 7 o'clock, it can also have the same effect, the only difference is that your hair is definitely less. Today, Chen Yuan did not wear a hat, but deliberately let the snowflakes fall between Chen Yuan's hair. How to say that the sentence that is very popular on the Internet Chen Yuan has forgotten, probably saying that two people who love each other walk hand in hand on the road on the day of heavy snowfall, and they can walk to Baitou at once. Indeed, this is true, unless, of course, you remember to bring a hat. And Chen Yuan, the original intention of choosing to take off his hat was to tell himself that there is not a lot of sorrow that can bury everything in him at once, even if the snow is drenched in black hair, you can be liberated in a safe place.

If Chen Yuan loves you, Chen Yuan wants to take you to this city that is dyed by heavy snow, not for the beauty of the silver, but for the unique warmth in each other's hands. Chen Yuan wanted to say this sentence to you countless times, but when Chen Yuan exhaled his first breath of cold air, these words had already drifted with it into the air mixed with heavy snow.

It's Valentine's Day again, in fact, the word love is very heavy, responsible, tolerant, era, emotional, impulsive, desperate, etc. After eating all kinds of fruits, would you choose not to eat them to show that you are special and powerful? Chen Yuan thinks it's quite stupid, so there are many things that make no sense to measure by volume. So on Valentine's Day, Chen Yuan wants to say to all those who love each other and wish you happiness.