He Muzi said that her illness should be thoroughly examined in the United States.

Coming out of the hotel, the cold wind swished into the neck, the two walked a few steps tremblingly, He Muzi asked: "Wang Hao, where are you going to take me?" ”

Wang Hao grabbed a few crumpled pieces of money, looked at the clean noodle restaurant with the lights still on in front of him, and said with a smile: "Let's go, take you to eat noodles, when you get to the United States, you won't be able to eat such authentic Chinese ramen." ”

He Muzi was puzzled: "Is your money enough?" You wait, I'll go back and get my wallet. ”

Wang Hao stretched out a finger: "One bowl is enough." ”

He Muzi nodded, with a suddenly realized expression, and said faintly: "You eat, I'm watching, right?" ”

Wang Hao's head is black: "I have this image in your heart?" I'm a gentleman, okay, seeing that you have been pampered since you were a child, I will make an exception for you to taste the fireworks in the world! ”

He Muzi smiled: "Oh? Then I'm eating, you're watching? ”

Wang Hao lost his confidence: "If you think you can hold up, it's not impossible for me to share some of it for you......"

He Muzi pursed his lips and smiled disgusted: "Then let's eat together, I'm afraid you'll be drooling so much......"

Wang Hao was embarrassed: "When did I love drooling!" I'm not a glutton......"

The noodle shop is cooking noodles with a young girl who looks to be fourteen or fifteen years old.

Wang Hao stepped forward and smiled: "Little sister, a bowl of noodles, don't put dried shrimp, cook more crispy meat." ”

The little girl turned around and began to cook the noodles, and after a while, the crystal clear noodles, all the ingredients, and the bone broth that was grumbling on the side were quickly put into the pot.

"It smells so good." After a while, He Muzi smelled the fragrance of his face and smiled.

"It's not me who blows it, but the noodles we make are the best on our street." The little girl was triumphant, holding her face and putting it in front of the two.

"It's so powerful, I'm going to try it today." He Muzi smiled and handed the soup spoon and chopsticks to Wang Hao.

The little girl was very eye-catching, and brought him a pair of dishes and chopsticks.

He Muzi rolls the noodles with chopsticks, spreads them into the spoon, one by one, the luster color, puts them in the mouth, the noodles with strong tendons are delicious and delicious.

He also lowered his head, snorting and eating noodles, his side face under the dim light, casting a faint shadow, and his face was a little unclear.

"Hey, it's on the hair." He Muzi sighed, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the soup on the broken hair on Wang Hao's forehead.

"Hair is such a nuisance." Wang Hao raised his forehead, smiled, took a piece of crispy meat from the bowl, and put it in He Muzi's bowl, "Oh, I'll eat it for you." ”

He Muzi smiled and cautiously shook the meat with another pair of chopsticks before daring to put it in his mouth.

"What's the matter, is the meat I handed over poisonous?"

"There is saliva."

“……”

"Wang Hao, can you tell me what your hometown is like?" He Muzi asked.

Wang Hao put down the dishes and chopsticks, he looked at the ceiling and thought for a long time, and said, "My hometown? Although it is only a small mountain village, it is ...... Yes, it's beautiful. ”

"What kind of beauty is it?" He Muzi asked, "I haven't been to the countryside yet." I have read Shen Congwen's book, in the countryside, in summer, the mountains will be full of white azaleas? ”

"It's red."

"Yes, yes, then in autumn, the fallen leaves cover the earth, walking on it like a soft carpet, the mountains and forests are still green, the sheep are jumping on the grassland below the mountain, and you look up, the golden sunlight spreads your face, and the sky is as blue as transparent jade, there are shadows of eagle and goose wings......"

“……”

"When winter comes, the snow covers the mountains and forests, the mountains and fields are quiet, the crystal ice hangs on the branches, each tree seems to be carved out of jade, the squirrel is in the hole of the big tree, listening to the howling of the wind and the sound of snow falling, and making a dream about the coming year......"

"Did Shen Congwen write it, could he be the second Shen Lao in our village?"

“……”

After eating noodles, Wang Hao sent He Muzi back to the hotel, the wind and snow were getting stronger, he ran a few steps quickly in the snow, and grabbed He Muzi.

He Muzi turned around in the wind and snow, and the skirt of the dress swirled in a gorgeous arc in the white snowflakes, and she looked back at him in surprise.

Her nose was a little red from the cold, and the breath she breathed turned into a faint white mist in the air.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Hao stood up straight, let go of his hand, took off his black coat, shook his hand, and wrapped He Muzi tightly in his coat.

He tightened the hem of her dress with both hands, buttoned up the coat button one by one, he was so close to her, she could even feel his breathing, his coat was warm, with his body temperature and his unique smell, making her frozen and stiff body slowly feel conscious.

"It's still far from the hotel, don't freeze." Wang Hao's voice was very soft, with a hint of hoarseness, and it softly entered her eardrums.

"Wang Hao." He Muzi suddenly called his name softly.

Wang Hao raised his head and looked at the beautiful woman in front of him.

He Muzi's face lacked a trace of his usual smile and became more serious.

She looked at him affectionately and said, "Wang Hao, tomorrow, I will go to the United States." ”

"I know." Wang Hao replied.

He Muzi looked at Wang Hao's expression carefully, but after looking for a long time, she didn't find a trace of reluctance, she was a little disappointed, lowered her eyes, took a deep breath, and continued: "In the future, I may not come back." ”

"Huh?" Wang Hao's eyes widened in disbelief, and he was finally a little surprised.

He Muzi smiled a little shyly, bit his lip and said, "Wang Hao, since I met you, I think you are quite good." ”

When He Muzi said this, he kept looking at Wang Hao seriously, her back was straight, her black hair was stained with snow, and even her long eyelashes had patches of ice flowers. Her eyes were beautiful, shining in the dim streetlights, and when she looked at him, she was obviously trying her best to suppress it, but she still let him see the reluctance.

Wang Hao secretly clenched his hands, he didn't know how hard he had to use to restrain himself and prevent himself from turning around and running away.

He really didn't want to, didn't want to accept her feelings, her tenderness, her beauty. Because, he already has someone he likes.

"Wang Hao?" He Muzi called out to Wang Hao, who was deep in thought, "Are you listening?" ”

Wang Hao looked up at her a little helplessly, took two steps back, and said hesitantly, "I...... I ......"

"What's wrong? Sure enough, you can't bear me, right? He Muzi interrupted him.

Wang Hao lowered his eyes and nodded slightly.

He Muzi smiled considerately: "It's okay, when I get to the United States, I will send you an email, and we are not in contact anymore...... Hopefully, I'll be back one day. ”

This moonlight-like noble and elegant princess seemed so solemn for the first time in front of the man she had a crush on, even with a hint of humble expectation.

Wang Hao couldn't bear such a tone, glanced at her secretly, looked at her affectionate eyes, and quickly lowered his head and nodded indiscriminately.

He Muzi said softly: "You should go back quickly, it's not too early." ”

Wang Hao nodded, turned around and walked a few steps, then turned around and said, "Tomorrow, I'll see you off at the airport." ”

When she heard his words, her originally suppressed mood was instantly released, and the corners of her mouth were raised, and she smiled like a spring breeze.

Wang Hao glanced at her again, turned around, didn't stay any longer, and disappeared into the vast white snow after a while.

He Muzi hadn't left yet, just stood in the snow, looking at his back affectionately, as if hoping that he would turn around to look at her, but unfortunately he didn't.

She turned around slightly disappointed, was silent for a moment, and then saw the black coat on her body, lowered her head again, and smiled softly.

……

The night grew darker and darker, and the entire Phoenix community fell into silence.

There was no moon, the stars dimmed, and a complete darkness completely enveloped the corners of the city.

If you haven't wandered in the night, you won't feel that endless emptiness.

Suddenly, a little light lit up in this thick inky darkness, and a window in the community quietly woke up.

After a few minutes, the faint light disappeared again, and then the sound of nothingness tore the curtain of the night little by little, from top to bottom, from far to near, until the voice-activated light in front of the unit door suddenly turned on.

The man's face was as white as paper in the light pouring down overhead, and his eyes were hidden behind shadows, looking like nothing more than a black mist.

He just stood, standing in a halo of light, quietly looking at the endless darkness in front of him.

A few seconds later, the voice-activated light went out silently again.

But the man's eyes lit up.

He took a step, quickly blended into the night, and when he reached the side of the road, he raised his hand, and a bag of waste flew into the trash can with a crisp crashing sound.

Walking into the park and coming to the road, there is a bright spot in front of you.

The empty street was spacious, illuminated by the street lamps, and he walked slowly along the side of the road, looking around as he went.

He walked through the silent buildings, and he didn't meet anyone.

Sweat was coming out of his body, the heat from his mouth condensed into frost on his eyelashes, and he had to wipe his eyes frequently to make sure he could see the road under his feet.

Ten minutes later, he walked through the small door and stepped on a bumpy path.

Without the shelter of high-rise buildings, the cold wind of the winter night suddenly became violent. The sweat on his face was quickly dried and began to ache faintly. But his gaze was always focused on some dimly lit place, pausing from time to time, silently estimating the distance.

Finally, he stood beside a low, snow-covered building and looked ahead, but it was still pitch black as far as the eye could see.

He tried to keep his eyes open, trying to discern his target in the night that could not be opened, but it was darkness before him.

He pursed his lips and continued down the path, walking into the darkness.

Gradually, a building slowly emerged in the darkness, and the man's breath suddenly became rapid as he looked at it, and his steps quickened.

Finally, he came to it.

It smelled of fishy cold, and he reached out and touched its cold, rough wall, and his sweaty back immediately felt the cold soaked in the bone marrow.

He looked up at the dark night sky and slowly closed his eyes.

……

January 1, 2009, the first day of the Gregorian New Year, Kunchuan Airport.

The tall He Muzi is very beautiful in the airport hall, she carries a small trolley suitcase, looks anxiously at the clock from time to time, and looks at the tide of people at the entrance.

When the airport radio again urged passengers on a flight to the United States to board as soon as possible, He Muzi finally gave up waiting.

She lowered her head and slowly walked to the security checkpoint with her trolley suitcase, and just took a few steps, she suddenly felt that the trolley case was taken by a hand.

He Muzi was taken aback, subconsciously turned his head, and at a glance, a smile immediately appeared on his lips.

"I thought you weren't coming."

"There was a traffic jam on the road. Well, there are a lot of people in the New Year. Wang Hao smiled, "It's okay to be in time." ”

After saying this, the two of them couldn't find a suitable topic anymore, just stood face to face, their eyes met, and they seemed to want to remember everything about each other deeply.

In the noisy airport hall, a familiar Chinese song is faintly recognizable:

How best to describe you?

It's what compares you to is special

Feelings for you、Strong

But I don't know much about it

Just by gut feeling

You're like a comfort nestled in a quilt

But it is like the wind, and I can't think about it

Like handprints, like the smell of perfume

Like a can't put it down, red heels

Wang Hao suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile: "Happy New Year." ”

He Muzi's expression became vivid, "Happy New Year." He added, "I also wish you a happy eighteen-year-old adult." ”

After a brief blessing, there was another silent gaze at each other.

After a long time, Wang Hao broke the silence: "You have to take care." ”

"Hmm." He Muzi whispered, "My family hopes that I will study acting after I recover, and then arrange for me to meet Hollywood producers." ”

"You're going to be a big star, right?" Wang Hao smiled, "Just like Teresa Teng." ”

"I don't know." He Muzi was a little gloomy, but his tone quickly became lively, "Who can say clearly what will happen in the future?" ”

Wang Hao nodded, thought about it, and suddenly laughed: "You sign for me, you will become a big star in the future, and this signature will be valuable." ”

After that, he really went to someone to borrow paper and pen, and when he ran back, He Muzi was already in tears.

Before Wang Hao could react, He Muzi had already hugged him tightly.

He hesitated, and the paper and pen in his hand fell silently to the ground.

He opened his arms and hugged He Muzi's shaking shoulders.

The crowd shuttling in front of the security checkpoint was not surprised by the couple hugging each other, and such a scene is played out countless times a day.

It's just that they don't know that this hug may be goodbye, or it will never be seen again.

After a long time, He Muzi whispered softly in Wang Hao's ear: "You also have to take care." ”

With that, she let go of her arms, picked up the trolley suitcase, and walked towards the security checkpoint without looking back.

Wang Hao stood motionless, watching her disappear on the other side of the security checkpoint, reminiscing about the sudden dissipation of body temperature, and then, turning around, slowly walked outside the airport hall.

A girl walked by, humming the unfinished song softly:

You're like a comfort nestled in a quilt

But it is like the wind, and I can't think about it

Like the smell of perfume on your wrist

Like someone who can't put it down-

I love you for having a conflict of left light and right line

Crazy but afraid that there is no way back

Can you please get me to stop this chase

Just a pair, the last one, red heels