In the night sky of City A, large snowflakes began to fall, silently and silently. The shops lining the streets emit a soft warm light from the floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting the snow on the snow.

There are only ten minutes left before the beginning of the movie, and Zhong Yi stands in the snow for a full twenty minutes.

She has been waiting for Xu Huaisheng.

But I can't wait for him to appear.

In the last two minutes, Zhong Yi took her hand out of her coat and pinched two movie tickets between her fingers, she lowered her eyes, stared quietly for a while, and turned back to the movie theater.

It was impossible to call Lin Xixi back to the cinema from the halfway point, Zhong Yi sighed at the trash can, I don't know if it was because this year's Christmas was too bad, or because she couldn't contact Xu Huaisheng and was saddened by the pigeon, she folded another movie ticket in half, shredded, folded, and shredded again.

Until a full movie ticket turned into a small pile of useless scrap of paper, which was neatly thrown into the trash under the stunned eyes of the cleaning aunt.

Since he didn't come, the movie ticket would expire and eventually lose its value, so why not throw it away before losing its value, at least retain a little of its usable value.

After Zhong Yi left, the cleaning aunt shook her head and sighed at the confetti spilled on the outside edge of the trash can: "Young people nowadays, isn't it a waste to spend money to buy it without looking at it and tearing it off." Alas! ”

At the end of the movie, many people began to walk out of the theater one after another, and the last one came out, out of the movie theater, the snow was still falling, falling all over her hair.

She suddenly chose to walk home, and the city center was not too far from her apartment, only five or six blocks away. On the way, I passed by a bookstore that had not yet closed, and I didn't think about it, but I paused for a few seconds, turned my tiptoes, pushed open the heavy single door and walked in.

She calmly wandered back and forth in front of the bookshelves, and there seemed to be no one in the store except her, and she didn't know where the boss or the employees had gone.

The snow is still falling, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the falling snowflakes gradually covering the whole city under the dim street lamps, just like a scene from a movie.

Leave a single line of dialogue in my ear:

"How are you?"

"I'm fine."

Browsing through the last row of bookshelves, she saw Shunji Iwai's "Love Letters", and almost without thinking about it, she took the book from the shelf, took it in her hand and went straight to the cashier to pay the bill.

Zhongyi doesn't have some kind of feelings, for example, after watching a movie, he happened to meet the adapted novel of the same name, probably when he felt that fate was so wonderful, he simply bought the book.

"Excuse me, but is anyone there?" The cash register was empty, and Zhong Yi looked around left and right and shouted.

After a while, a young man walked in through the back door, holding a huge box in his arms, blocking his view. As he moved the box toward the clearing, he tried to turn his face sideways in response, "Do you want to buy books?" Please wait a minute, it will be fine soon. ”

The young man put down the box, breathed a sigh of relief, smiled eagerly and walked around the back of the cash register, picked up the book on the counter, and took a look: "This book has been selling quite well recently, and you also watched a movie to buy a book?" ”

She didn't understand how to explain the plot, so she came to buy a book and go back to review it, but this lie was too easy to be exposed, and Zhong Yi smiled faintly: "I paid attention to this book when I was in college, so it can be regarded as a memory." Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a row of magazines behind the counter, including several of Manye's latest issue of photography magazines, "That photography magazine will help me wrap it up too, thank you." ”

Back at the apartment, it was already about half past eleven. Zhongyi bent down to take off the Martin boots under his feet, and gently massaged the frozen soles of his feet a few times through the socks with his slightly cool palms, and only then stopped the movements in his hands after feeling that his feet regained consciousness.

She took off her coat, threw it casually on the sofa, walked to the open kitchen, took out the ceramic pot from the storage cabinet, poured water into the pot, cut a few slices of ginger and put it in the water, turned on the fire, and boiled.

Back in the room, find the phone charger, plug it in, and turn it on. After waiting for a few minutes, after turning on the phone, enter the desktop of the mobile phone, there are three missed calls at the bottom left of the screen, five unread text message reminders, Zhong Yi clicked on it to see, all from Zhong Mu and Zhong Fu.

Somehow, it's clear that my parents care so much about me, but Zhongyi's heart is still a mess, and I can't say that I can't get aggrieved. She put down her phone, lay down on the bed exhausted, and stared at the ceiling for a long time, only to realize that Christmas was almost over.

It was a Christmas that she didn't have happy enough to describe as bad - she couldn't get in touch with her boyfriend.

While soaking his feet, he called Zhong's mother, and after the phone was connected, Zhong Yi grinned: "Mom, Merry Christmas." ”

"Dead girl, I called you so much, why didn't you call back until now!" Mother Zhong scolded on her lips, but she was happy in her heart, she couldn't contact Zhong Yi originally, and she was worried about whether something happened to her outside? Now that I heard her voice, I felt a lot more relieved.

"I don't know what's wrong with the phone turned off, I was outside at the time, so I couldn't get the first call from my mother, I'm sorry!" Zhong Yi said it very sincerely.

"Outside? You're just back? How can I tell you, girls don't go home late......" Before Zhong's mother could say a word to her, the phone was taken away by Zhong's father, "Zhongyi, I heard that it is snowing in City A, you are most afraid of freezing, remember to boil some hot water to soak your feet before going to bed, and massage to promote blood circulation." ”

"I know Dad, don't worry." Zhong Yi curled his lips and smiled: "It's not early, you and my mother should go to bed early, and I'll talk about it tomorrow if you have anything to say." Good night, Dad, Mom. ”

The room soon fell silent again, and the snow outside the window fell silently all night, and Zhong Xiang lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

When she woke up the next day, Zhong Yi smelled the aroma of porridge wafting into the room, and her stomach made a very cooperative "goo~" sound, reminding her to fill her stomach quickly.

Just when her brain was half asleep, she thought that she should not have woken up yet, and she had a sleepwalk, and the smell of food was also related to the dream. Xu Huaisheng walked out of the kitchen with breakfast, saw that she had woken up, and ordered: "Go wash your face and brush your teeth, and then sit down to eat breakfast together." ”

With a "boom" in his ears, Zhong was completely sober.

When she came back to her senses, Xu Huaisheng was already sitting at the table with breakfast and drinking milk.

After washing, Zhong Yi sat down expressionlessly, and the porridge in front of her suddenly couldn't arouse her taste buds, and she said stiffly: "When did you come?" How I didn't find out. ”

He took a sip of milk: "Two and a half hours ago, you were still asleep and couldn't bear to wake you up. ”

Two and a half hours? Isn't that five o'clock?

"Drink some porridge, or your stomach hurts." Xu Huaisheng gently picked up the small bowl in front of her, scooped a spoonful of millet porridge, blew the hot air, and brought it to her mouth: "Have you drunk?" I smelled a smell of alcohol. ”

"I only drank a little bit of wine, and I didn't have an appetite." Zhong turned his head without a trace, refusing his feeding motion. There was a bottle of red wine in the room, but there was only less than half a bottle left, she had insomnia, in addition to taking sleeping pills, she only had to drink to numb her nerves.

Seeing that she insisted on refusing to drink the porridge, Xu Huaisheng sighed almost inaudibly, he put down the spoon, lowered his eyes slightly, focused his eyes on the bowl of porridge, and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have missed the appointment yesterday." ”

"So what?" Zhongyi's eyes were slightly red, who ever understood that she had been waiting for him anxiously, and in the end, she couldn't express her feelings with words that couldn't directly contact him.

"Gu Wei is here, with my mother. I'd love to spend Christmas with you, too, but I can't get out of it. Xu Huaisheng pinched the handle of the spoon again, scooped up a spoonful of rice porridge again, and coaxed her lightly: "Good, it's okay to take a bite, it's good to like it." ”

Zhong Yi is not a very strong girl, she knows the truth of advancing and retreating, but it is often used in the relationship between two people, and it has become a manifestation of each other's cowardice. The more blindly retreating, the more the relationship will fall into an embarrassing period, and eventually there will be cracks that cannot be repaired.

"Xu Huaisheng, does what you said before still count?" Zhong Yi took off the ring on his hand, handed it to him, and looked at him: "I am proposing marriage, this time, I will definitely agree to you." ”

Xu Huaisheng glanced at the ring pinched between her fingers, put down the bowl, and was just about to take the ring handed over, when the mobile phone on the desktop suddenly rang a ringtone, he glanced at the name of the caller ID, picked up the phone and left the table, "Wait for me." ”

Zhong Yi didn't say anything, silently took back the ring and put it on her ring finger, she looked at it for a while, and suddenly felt that this little diamond ring was so ironic, satirizing her relationship, ironically giving the same but not getting the same return.

Xu Huaisheng came back after answering the phone, Zhong Yi had already eaten half of the porridge in the bowl, she glanced at him and smiled lightly: "Merry Christmas." That's what I've always wanted to say to you. ”

Zhong Yi knew how well Xu Mu and Gu Wei's purpose of coming to City A at this time, and invisibly put pressure on her and made her retreat. She always knew that from the first time she saw her, Xu's mother didn't like her, even if one day in the future, she would become the daughter-in-law of the Xu family, Xu's mother's attitude towards her would still not change anything.

She loves Xu Huaisheng, so she also tolerates people outside of him. But how long this love will last, the meaning is unknown.

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Not long after the vacation, Zhongyi devoted himself wholeheartedly to his work, and at that time, there happened to be a difficult task of going abroad to shoot, which fell directly on Zhongyi's shoulders.

As soon as my colleague Xiao A heard that she took the initiative to recruit her, her face turned pale with a "swish", and she shook her head while persuading her: "I advise you to tell the editor-in-chief quickly, just say that you can't take this task, and let her choose another senior photographer in the company." Otherwise, you'll only have to die! ”

"Why?"

"Do you know who the model is for this outdoor shoot? Xue Tong! The most difficult actress in the entire entertainment industry, playing a big name, with a bad temper, a poisonous tongue, and a high heart...... I heard that the photographer who cooperated with her to shoot, as long as she didn't like it, there were few good endings. Xiao A looked at Zhong Yi with a sympathetic face, and counted the comments of this popular little flower girl who was not good in the entertainment industry: "I told you to pay more attention to the entertainment industry, but you just didn't listen, now it's okay, and you stepped on the thunder directly." ”

"I do my job, she is her star, and no matter how you look at it, there won't be much overlap between the two. Anla, is there anything wrong with filming abroad, the right is to travel at public expense. Zhong reciprocated with a reassuring smile to put her at ease.

"In the whole magazine, you are the only one who thinks so." Xiao A shook his head and sighed: "Anyway, that Xue Tong is not a good stubble that can be provoked, in addition to having an intersection with her at work, you can hide as far as you can in private, out of sight, out of mind." ”

Zhong Yi smiled helplessly, and paid more attention to the information of Xue Tong that Xiao A found on the computer.