The eyelashes trembled slightly, and the snowflakes covered them with crystals.

Luo Zhizhou leaned on the iron box with his back weak, and was blocked by the iron fence at the entrance of the station, and the train disappeared into the vast snow.

What he chases is persistence, but what stands in his way is reality.

The hand holding the mobile phone was red from the cold, the tears on the face were dried, and the cold wind was cold and painful.

The phone trembled, and the familiar name kept flashing.

There was a ripple in the pupils of his eyes, and Luo Zhizhou stretched out his hand tremblingly and pressed it.

Cold fingertips tapped against the keyboard.

——

There are layers of emptiness in my heart, looking at the phone that was hung up.

Su Duyan reached out and lifted the fur collar on the side of his mouth, his slender fingers supported his forehead, and his peach blossom eyes were watery.

"Ding—"

The prompt sounds, and the phone screen lights up instantly.

"I'm studying on my own, and I'm afraid the teacher will take away the phone."

Brat......

Looking at the news sent from there, his eyes were red, but he was frozen and stiff, and there was no tears.

They are one person, but in the end, they are two people with distinct personalities.

He didn't forget Jun Wuyuan, he couldn't let go of his original self, and he didn't dare to face Luo Zhizhou alone.

Looking at that person, I was afraid that what I called out would be the three words Jun Wuyuan......

Fingertips touch the screen, tapping on the keyboard.

"Then don't bother you, it's snowing, take care of yourself."

——

The snow was boundless, and Luo Zhizhou wore a thin coat and watched the train track.

Those who died there were people he would never dare to hope for in the future.

Holding the phone and waiting for it, just take care of yourself......

The eyelids are dull, and the snowflakes fall on the hair and shoulders......

Someone ran at him, shouting for an ambulance.

——

In the first week of Su Duyan's departure, she did not receive any messages on her mobile phone.

The warm yellow light gently hit Luo Zhizhou's body, and the brush in his hand moved.

He was taken to the hospital by the station staff that day, and when he woke up, he learned that his lungs were infected, affecting his vocal cords.

The doctor was old, and he taught him not to take care of his body, and if he was one step late, he should not have a high fever and burn stupidity.

The sassy pen stopped, put away the bag, and climbed into bed.

It's cold, not as warm as that person.

——

When he returned to school, he couldn't afford Su Duyan to worry anymore.

Busy non-stop, graduation thesis, lectures, college revision......

He majored in finance, but he didn't want to be too far away from Luo Zhizhou, so he wasted nearly 100 points to apply for his current university.

That kid was still very angry about it back then.

Poof, while laughing lightly, the smile at the corner of his mouth suddenly stopped.

Luo Zhizhou...... That person was flooding his mind, would he forget Jun Wuyuan?

Fingers clasped tightly on the desk, they are obviously alone, why do they have to care so much, so clear......

Looking at the phone on the side, it's been a month, and there is still no news from that kid.

Okay, that's fine...... Luo Zhizhou is now in his third year of high school, so it's better not to disturb him...... And he needs time, too......

——

One needs time, and the other is afraid to touch it again.

A month later, the winter solstice came, and the snow fell even more.

And Luo Zhizhou's voice can never be restored to its original level.

Every day, apart from doing questions, it seems that there is really nothing to do.

Hide that heart so you don't have anything to look forward to.

But when the mobile phone prompt beeps off.

Luo Zhizhou suddenly came over, tomorrow is Su Duyan's birthday.

Holding his phone tremblingly, he dialed the man's number.

"Luo Zhizhou."

There was only one ring, and it was picked up.

"Hello?"

The familiar, slightly muffled voice sounded.

It was the first time he had heard his voice after a three-month absence.

"Luo Zhizhou, what is the dead boy doing-"

What's the matter with calling and not talking!

Luo Zhizhou hung up in a panic, and then tapped on the keyboard.

It's nice to be able to speak in that tone.

"Happy birthday, I have prepared a surprise for you downstairs, pay attention to check."

After sending it, I looked at the regressing scenery through the window, with slight snow ripples, like the day I sent Su Duyan away......