The snow kept drifting and falling.

By the time Youqin arrived at the school conference hall wrapped in a down jacket, it was already dark.

As soon as he entered the door, Qin Shu exhaled comfortably. The hot heating made the house as warm as spring, and the snowflakes that fell on the head instantly roasted into water droplets lying on Youqin's hair, shining like stars under the illumination of incandescent lamps.

"Youqin, you're here!" Xiong Lan, who was wearing a red hooked flower dress, carried the corner of her skirt and walked over quickly to say hello. As a member of the publicity department of the Department of International Trade, she also came up with a housekeeping program - bel canto solo.

"Well, I'm glad I was in time." Youqin stomped his feet and rubbed his hands.

"Why are you wearing so much? It's very warm in this room, so take off your down jacket! Xiong Lan said that he was about to get started.

You Qin hurriedly raised his hand to block it: "Wait a minute, wait a minute, I'm afraid of the cold, and I don't have much to wear inside, so I'll take it off before I go on stage." ”

"Senior sister, senior sister, the next one is your solo!" A boy in a school uniform ran over and beckoned Xiong Lan to wait.

"Okay! Then I'll go first! Xiong Lan raised his chin at Youqin, and was just about to turn around and leave, but turned back again, carefully looked at Youqin's makeup and said, "I said, what kind of show are you, this dress is good-looking, but will the hairstyle be too old-fashioned?" ”

Qin Yan smiled and kept silent.

Xiong Lan mysteriously leaned into Youqin's ear and whispered: "Let me tell you, I saw that Lang Hao just now, maybe Cen Nan is also here, there is no one here who doesn't want to pounce on Ya, you have to have a snack and clean up again!" ”

"Okay, I really don't have anything to do with him, let's go and wait, senior sister~" The boy who was waiting on the side urged him twice, and Youqin hurriedly pushed Xiong Lan to fool him.

Inside, I couldn't help but get nervous.

Outside, the wind and snow are very strong, doesn't he catch a cold? I don't know if it's good or not.

The hour hand turns, the jasmine soundtrack, and Mi Ren slowly walks onto the stage in a green light gauze cloth and a dance dress painted with pink smoke and rain.

Youqin stood on the left side of the stage and waited.

To the music, Mirien stretches her hands and begins the performance with a dancer's standard bowing etiquette. The graceful dancing posture is leisurely and soft, the shrewd body is as light as the wind, and Mi Lian flies like a beautiful butterfly, writhing like a graceful wicker, and her every move is full of charm.

Qin sighed in his heart: The light step man dance is like a swallow nesting, and the flying high is like a magpie bird night terror.

Soon, Mi Lian finished the performance and gave an elegant curtain call.

The applause was thunderous, and even a few boys whistled.

Teacher Mao, who was sitting on the podium, was full of excitement and red face, for a long time, the ratio of men and women in the Department of Architecture has been seriously imbalanced, and he always can't raise his head and be a person every time he goes to this kind of performance! This time it's a big deal! While applauding, he couldn't stop showing off to the teacher next to him: This is our Department of Architecture! Faculty of Architecture! One can hold up a piece of heaven!

The host continued to report the curtain: "Next, I would like to invite You Qin, a freshman of the 19th class of the Department of Architecture, to bring us a poem recitation - what a beautiful encounter!" ”

It's over, and Mr. Mao, who was complacent a second ago, was instantly depressed.

Youqin took off his down jacket, stroked the cheongsam, took a deep breath, straightened his back, and walked onto the stage with a twisted step.

There was silence in the audience: a girl wearing a light blue jacquard and white fur-edged cheongsam stood in the warm yellow light, her complexion was white and greasy, her figure was slender, and her long hair was pulled up low to reflect the watery luster. The grace of the silent poem reveals the ancient meaning, as if carrying a sleeve of dark fragrance and rhyme, with a trace of softness through the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Cen Nan pushed the door in, and this scene caught his eye.

Qin raised the microphone, and the voice of the swallow warbler:

What a beautiful encounter

Restless

Bang bang text

Like a drum beating the heart

A gentle breeze blows

Send your kind comfort

The heart is warmed by beautiful feelings

The beauty that fills the heart, the poignancy of remembering the paper raft

At this moment

The snow alley transforms into a rain alley

I hear the beauty of your rain

The heart is pulled by the silk thread of words, and I can't help but be heartbeat

Cen Nan leaned against the door and looked at You Qin on the stage from a distance, his eyes were dark and uncertain. At the freshman conference, Qin's soft and glutinous voice lingered vaguely in his ears, overlapping with the picture in front of him.

In the deep and shallow years, there will always be something that carries each other's memories and lingering emotions, so that the road of life will not be lonely. Maybe it's a classic old song that falls asleep with you on sleepless nights; Maybe it's a warm word that gives warmth and encouragement in times of frustration or sadness; Maybe it's an old photo, although it has been stained with the dust of the years and the wind and frost of time, but it still records the most beautiful appearance.

It seems that they had met even earlier.