After casually solving dinner outside the company, I stood by a lake and blew the cold wind, the cold wind rolled up pieces of residual leaves and fell on the surface of the lake, and I looked at a few fallen leaves that were blown to the surface of the water by the wind and lost my mind.

These leaves grow into leaves from new birth to germination, and the original end of their life is to fall into mud and dust, but a gust of wind changes their life, maybe they will eventually turn into ashes and dust, but there is another tortuous and difficult "journey".

Maybe God's definition of our people's lives is the same, from birth to marriage and childbirth, and finally into the loess, but the middle distance is ninety-nine eighty-one difficult, but no matter how much it changes, it can't change the ending of entering the soil and cultivating the soil.

At this time, the mobile phone rang to wake me up, and after connecting the phone, Meng Yao on the other side said to me, "Han, where are you?" ”

After the decision was given to her, Meng Yao said that she was coming to me.

After waiting for nearly ten minutes, a red Lexus stopped by the lake, and a red figure slowly approached.

At this time, the street lights were turned on instantly, welcoming Meng Yao's arrival and congratulating the "Her Royal Highness the Queen".

Tonight's street lights are particularly soft, Meng Yao stepped on the soft light alone, her steps were not hurried or slow, and every time the crisp sound from the bluestone sounded in my ears regularly.

"Cold, the evening breeze is cold." Meng Yao said quietly beside me, and looked at the lake illuminated by the street lamp like me.

Under the soft street lamp, the lake, which had been tormented by the scorching sun and the hustle and bustle of the city for a day, gradually subsided, and the moon was quietly reflected on the surface of the lake, finding support, and the evening breeze blew mischievously, and the disturbed "moon" shook lightly, sparkling.

I nodded in response, "It's a little cold." ”

The cold air exhaled from talking was faintly visible under the street lamp, and it was really cold.

Meng Yao saw that there was still a trace of Sichuan characters left over from work between my eyebrows, so she asked, "Han, you came here after work?" ”

I nodded, I have to say that Meng Yao's intuition is really accurate.

Meng Yao said unexpectedly: "Why don't you come home and blow the cold wind here?" Cold, are you okay with your brain? ”

I glanced sideways at Meng Yao, and said funny, "You have a sick brain." ”

Meng Yao pursed her lips, a little unhappy, still thinking that I was sick in her heart, and looked at me worriedly.

I leaned my hands on the iron railing protecting the lake, cold to the bone, and helplessly explained: "On the first day I came to Weihai, I saw this river. ”

"It's a lake, it's a river." Recalling this river, I asked Meng Yao, "Do you know what this river is called?" ”

Meng Yao shook her head and said, "I don't know, although I have passed by a few times, I don't understand, could it be that every river should have a name?" ”

I thought about it, and I thought about it before, but at that time, my opinion was that when there were more people, there would be fame, and people would know about it.

But now, it was very different, and he replied: "I don't know how many rivers there are in this world, but every river has more or less witnesses, they have witnessed its origin, they have accompanied it, it has accompanied them all their lives, they are all raised by this river, they are attached to it, they are loved by the river...... So, they left a legend on it, a legend of a river god. ”

"Every river has a legend, a story, that has been passed down for centuries for people to remember. It may be big, or it may be small, so small that it is just an ordinary life of a person, a story that asks for water from this river every day to live, but firewood, rice, oil and salt are inseparable from it. ”

So they put a name on it, called it Jellyfish.

"The river in front of me is called the Chengwa River, but it has a more beautiful name, the Shouxin River."