Miaohan and I came out of the Public Security Bureau.

We had a happy meal out together.

"Where are you going in a moment?" Miao Han asked thoughtfully.

"What do you say?" I asked rhetorically.

"Then go to me!" Miao Han smiled, "I just terminated the contract with that Lishu modeling agency a while ago, and I don't want to continue to work with them, so I continue to do love stories!" ”

"When did you get to Lishu?" I asked, puzzled.

"In the second half of last year," Miao Han said with a serious face, "that is when I ignored you for a while!" ”

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked angrily.

"If you tell you," Miao Han thought about, "you won't let me go!" ”

"That's not very serious," I said exasperatedly, "you're working as a part-time rope model, aren't you?" ”

"Yes!" Miao Han said in a quiet tone, "Although the income is okay, it doesn't feel good!" ”

"Do you feel good?" I yelled angrily, "It's no wonder that I'm tied up and tied up by those perverted men all day long!" ”

"I'm telling you this, not for you to murder me!" Miao Han shouted.

"I'm sorry," I said, patting Miaohan lightly on the shoulder, "I just don't go in the future!" ”

"Hmm!" Miao Han nodded seriously, "I've updated a lot of love stories recently, all of which I wrote!" ”

"I saw it," I said, smiling, "that's why I wanted to call you out!" ”

"Then you can go to me now!" Miao Han said with a smile on her cheeks, "I also made an appointment with three people in the evening, if you want to talk emotionally, you can give me a staff officer!" ”

"Let's go!" I said and gently wrapped my arms around Miaohan's shoulder.

Miao Han smiled coquettishly.

In the evening.

Miao Han and I went to her house.

I sat down in front of the computer across from Miao Han while sipping a beer.

Miao Han smiled and sat in front of her computer and began to chat with netizens seriously.

"My name is Anhe," a girl introduced herself after going online, "My boyfriend's name is Mingyuan, and I'm going to tell you our love story in Beipiao." ”

"Let's get started!" Miao Han smiled slightly.

"This is the story that happened last winter," Anhe whispered, "and the location is in Huilongguan Village!" ”

"Back to Longguan Village," Miao Han smiled, "I know that place!" ”

"We came to Beijing six months ago," Anhe said seriously, "and last winter was also the first winter I experienced in Beijing. Half a year ago, we both graduated, and without even thinking about how we should live in Beijing, we stubbornly came to this big and unfamiliar city with the beautiful and romantic memories of the campus. ”

"Love on campus is generally beautiful!" Miao Han thought about it.

"Yes," said Anhe with a serious face, "the good times on campus are unforgettable. At that time, almost every time we held hands, we went to the evening self-study together, went to the cafeteria to eat together, went to the movies together, and went shopping together...... We didn't miss out on all the time we could be together. Mingyuan loved the way I cheered him on with my handcoat next to him when he played basketball, and I missed the feeling of sitting on the back of his old bike and leaning lightly...... Those days were full of warmth and happiness, and it was the happiest time of our lives. ”

"Then you should cherish it!" Miao Han said with a smile.

"It should be cherished," An He smiled, "We have experienced too much together, so we did not hesitate to fall out with our respective families in order to be together in the future." That's how we arrived in Beijing with great hope. However, the romantic love story did not make the reality of running around into a kind of chic, and we had planned to rent a decent house and plan our future life, only to find that our combined money could barely afford to live in a dilapidated house in Huilongguan Village. The conditions were very rudimentary, but we had no choice but to move in. ”

"The conditions in Huilongguan Village are indeed very simple!" Miao Han said with emotion.

"Yes," said Anhe earnestly, "we sat in silence for a long time from the first day we moved into our humble and cramped house. We faced an empty house for the first time and learned what it was like to have nothing, but fortunately we really loved each other, so we looked at each other and smiled, and started a new life. ”

"The new life is a life of self-reliance!" Miao Han smiled.

"Yes," Anhe said softly, "a life of self-reliance is naturally full of hardships and cruelty. After we ran into walls everywhere, we really realized that finding a job with a degree is not so in line with our wishes, from the beginning of the high or low gradually to earn some money, but we are very happy because we can be together. ”

"If you are looking for a job in Beijing, you should ride a bull and find a horse!" Miao Han said with a serious face.

"Time flies," said Anhe with a smile, "and it's winter." The cold of winter in Beijing is beyond the imagination of many wanderers. In the deserted room, we gathered around the electric heater to keep warm. I made a bittersweet memory and leaned on Mingyuan's shoulder, feeling sweet and sad in my heart. Mingyuan whispered in my ear and said that I must live a good life. At that time, I thought that our love was vigorous enough, and I thought that our love was enough to move heaven and earth. ”

"Love is important," Myohan mused, "bread is also important!" ”

"Yes," An He said in a quiet tone, "just when I was thinking about Mingyuan and I, the old lady's knock on the door rang out at an inopportune time. We opened the door and watched as the old man, who had been amiable, pulled down his face again and urged us to pay the rent. We were kind and talkative, and we finally sent the landlady away. ”

"It's really hard to live like this!" Miao Han sighed.

"Yes," said Anhe with a sad face, "after the old lady of the landlady left, I looked at our relationship again. I think back to the pain and suffering I suffered in Beijing, and think of this long, impoverished cold winter, and the confusion and helplessness about the future make me gradually feel that there is such a cruel reality attached to this romantic love. I looked at the deserted room, looked at the happy photo of me and my parents on the table, and couldn't hold back the suppressed tears in my heart anymore, and couldn't help crying. I cried, not only because the old lady of the landlord pulled down her face to urge us to pay the rent, but because I didn't know how to cope with the rest of my life, I wanted to go home, I missed my parents, and I wanted to think of the warm and comfortable home thousands of miles away without worrying about food and clothing. ”

"I cried in Beijing, too," Miao Han said with tears in her eyes, "but I didn't leave Beijing!" I think that every girl who cries in the middle of the night actually has a reason why she can't go, either for love or for dreams! ”

"I was determined to leave that day," Anhe said with a serious face, "I said I would leave without hesitation, so I began to pack my simple luggage." At this moment, the electric heater ran out of temperature, and I don't know if it was a power outage or the landlady cut off the power for us. Mingyuan and I looked at each other, and the biting cold began to overflow the entire room. ”

"The old lady must have cut off the power for you!" Miao Han guessed.

"That's what I thought," Anhe smiled, "I looked at the cold pot and stove in the house, and wanted to drink some water, but there was no water in the house." I didn't say to Mingyuan that I was a little thirsty, Mingyuan said that he went down to buy me a drink, and he said that although there was no money, we could still afford a bottle of drink! ”

"Mingyuan looks very considerate!" Miao Han said with a smile.

"It's very considerate," An He smiled, "After Mingyuan went downstairs, I stood at the window, listening to his familiar footsteps fade away on the stairs. Time is passing little by little. I waited for a while, but I didn't see him come back, so I got up and went to the roof of the house and looked out into the street. On the snow on the side of the street, I saw Mingyuan running extremely nervously! ”

"What is he doing?" Miao Han asked thoughtfully.

"That's what I thought too," Anhe smiled, "I yelled at Mingyuan downstairs and asked him what he was doing, why don't you go buy a drink?" Mingyuan shouted upstairs for me to wait, I yelled dissatisfiedly, saying what are you waiting for, if you wait any longer, you will die of thirst! I said that and walked downstairs. At the turn of the stairs, I met Mingyuan who came to me, I angrily asked him whether he was going to buy a drink or go for a run, Mingyuan smiled at this time, took out a bottle from his arms like magic, and said that the drink had been bought a long time ago, but the drink was too cold, so I ran two laps just now to heat it, so as not to cool me! I was slightly stunned, reached out and took the bottle, the bottle was warm, and the warm feeling suddenly reached the bottom of my heart......"

"He ran in the cold and snow for more than ten minutes," Miao Han said with a sudden realization, "It turned out that he wanted to reheat your drink!" ”

"Yes," An He said with longing eyes, "love is in the heart, there will be such a delicate mind!" I asked Mingyuan if the drink was 37°C, Mingyuan said that there should be, if it wasn't hot, he would run two more laps to be hot, and he said that he started running again......"

An He smiled and told her love story of Beipiao.

Her smile was warm.

"That's great!" Miao Han said with emotion, "If there is no money to buy an expensive love for the loved one, then we can at least give her 37°C love and use the best we can to give our lover." ”

"37°C is also a person's normal body temperature," Anhe said with a smile, "It is a temperature that represents health!" ”

"37°C love," I said with emotion, "slowly let the years to experience, let the time to witness, what is the eternal time!" ”

"Who made you emotional?" Miao Han Xing said to me with a slight annoyance.

"I felt this sentence before SARS!" I said with a hippie smile.

Miao Han smiled.

"What should I call this love story," Miao Han asked me thoughtfully, "what should I call it?" ”

"It's called "Love at 37°C," I laughed, "or "Love Temperature"! ”

"The first title is better," Miao Han said with a serious face, "and the second title is not bad either!" ”

I smiled silently.