The heavy snow has been drifting for two days and one night, and it has already decorated the entire N City into a white world, but it still has no intention of stopping.

Although the winters in N City are a little cold, they are usually dry and cold, and there are still very few days of snow, and heavy snow like this is rare in several years. The city under the gloomy sky is becoming more and more open because of the white stretch.

The main road of the city, which used to flow endlessly, has become extremely quiet at this time, and it is rare to see a few cars appearing, and they are all snailing like ants on the road.

Although it was the end of the year, because of the heavy snow that had not stopped, the major businesses that were supposed to be tinkering with various promotions were quietly closed, because the buses in the city stopped early in the morning.

In such the coldest day of the year, the people of N City, who can't stand the cold, rarely have such a day of vacation and rest because of the weather, all of them nest in a warm home, watch TV with their families, or sit around and chat, very comfortably enjoy such a day and a half of rest, and some people are even looking forward to this heavy snow for another day or two.

At this time, Su Qianai was in her room, wearing a blue bedtime, sitting cross-legged in front of the computer desk, her eyes motionless looking at the laptop screen in front of her, and her hands were tapping the keyboard quickly.

The curtains in the room are closed, and the soft lighting makes the room particularly warm. And because the air conditioner is on, it is very warm, so it is completely isolated from the snowflakes flying and the plain silver scene outside. It was as if the outside world had no connection with her at all.

There was a slight knock on the door, and then the door was pushed open, and Ying Ruomin quietly walked in with a tray, only to see a small clay pot in the middle of the tray, and a porcelain bowl with a lid on the side.

Su Qianai didn't look back, didn't speak, and didn't stop her hand, still continuing her previous movements.

Ying Ruomin walked up to Su Qianai, put down the tray carefully, looked at Su Qianai with some disgust and said, "Xiao Ai, you child, don't shout mom when you get up, what should I do if I'm hungry?" ”

Although there was a bit of blame in his tone, he could still hear the full love.

Su Qianai's hand stopped, and she looked at Ying Ruomin with a half-shrunken body, with a little apology on her face, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Mom." ”

"Alas, you! What does your mother say about you, people are iron and rice are steel, even if you encounter something sad, you always have to eat. Here, this is the crockpot soup that your mother simmered for you, and the vegetarian buns you like to eat. ”

Ying Ruomin sighed slightly, while removing the lid of the small crockpot, putting a handful of ceramic spoons into the crockpot, and opening the porcelain bowl, revealing two snow-white buns.

Looking at the steaming crockpot soup and fragrant buns, Su Qianai had no appetite at all, shook her head and said softly, "Mom, I'm not too hungry." ”

Ying Ruomin deliberately stared at her, and her face was unhappy: "You just think that your mother's simmering crockpot soup is not as delicious as Xinyao's family......"

As soon as she heard the word Xinyao, Su Qianai's face became even heavier.

Ying Ruomin immediately realized that she had said the wrong thing, and quickly changed her words, "Alas, it's my mother who is not good, this soup simmered early in the morning can't arouse your appetite at all, it seems that my mother's cooking skills are getting worse and worse, and my mother is getting old." ”

"No, no, Mom, you're not old at all." Although she was in a bad mood, Su Qianai still tried to smile and slowly moved the soup and buns in front of her.

"Good boy, eat a little bit. It's sad to see your mother like this. It's all because your mother kicked you out before, otherwise you wouldn't have been deceived by others, and you wouldn't have suffered so much. Ying Ruomin said as she spoke, her voice becoming a little choked.

Su Qianai wanted to say a few words to comfort her mother, but she still didn't say anything, just picked up the spoon with one hand and the chopsticks with the other, and ate slowly.

Ying Ruomin sat on the side and watched Su Qianai eat seriously, and finally felt a little happy, and reached over to help Su Qianai brush the broken hair that fell from the corner of her forehead.

"Be careful." Ying Ruomin gently helped Su Qianai blow the steaming soup in the spoon, and admonished from time to time.

After eating for a long time, Su Qianai barely ate a bun and half a jar of meatloaf soup, then moved the tray to the side, pulled the corners of her mouth to both sides, and pulled out an unnatural smile: "Mom, the soup you simmered is so fragrant, and the buns are also delicious." ”

"It's delicious." Ying Ruomin took out a tissue and carefully helped Su Qianai wipe the corners of her mouth, just like when she fed Su Qianai when she was a child.

This subtle movement made Su Qianai feel a little stiff in her throat again, and she suddenly believed the saying "God closes a door for you, and will open a window for you", which also made her feel like crying.

Since she came out of Xicheng that day, she has never seen Cheng Yining and Jiang Xinyao again.

But in fact, she didn't see them, because Cheng Yining and Jiang Xinyao had called her a lot and wanted to ask her out to have a good talk, but she never answered until the phone was automatically turned off when it ran out of power, and she never charged the phone again.

As for the two of them coming to Su's house to find her, she kept closed her door on the grounds that she was not feeling well.

Every time they came to her, Ying Ruomin would ask the maid to come up and ask her opinion, and when she couldn't see her, Ying Ruomin would send them away with kind words.

She didn't want to see them.

She gave them a chance that day, but neither of them gave her a good explanation, and if they did explain anything now, she felt that it must be a collusive quibble, and there was no point.

She didn't want to forgive them.

"Xiao Ai, you have been stuffy in the house for the past few days and don't go out, don't let yourself be bored. Your mother looks very distressed like this. Ying Ruomin looked at her daughter with a loving face, "We haven't seen such a big snow in N City for many years, I remember when I was a child, every time it snowed, your favorite thing was to build a snowman, or my mother would take you to the door to build a snowman today." ”

Su Qianai shook her head slightly: "Mom, it's cold outside, I don't want to go out, I'll just sit at home." ”

"Xiao Ai, the way you look now makes my mother look very uncomfortable." Ying Ruomin looked distressed, "Look at you, it's only been a few days, everyone has lost a lot of weight, and if you lose weight, you won't be human, you have to know that your mother will be very worried about you." ”

Su Qianai barely held up a big smile, raised her hand and stretched her legs, and said with a smile: "Where am I thin?" Mom, don't worry, I'm fine, I'm fine. ”

Who knew that looking at her daughter's smile, which was more ugly than crying, Ying Ruomin really couldn't help but wipe the corners of her eyes: "Xiao Ai, being angry is to punish yourself for other people's mistakes." You've been hurt by others, so why should you hurt yourself? Others don't take you seriously, you have to take yourself seriously! ”

"I'm not angry." Su Qianai pretended to smile lightly, "Mom, don't worry, I'm fine, really!" I'm not going to be angry with some irrelevant people. ”

It's just that Cheng Yining and Jiang Xinyao, can they really treat them as people who have nothing to do with him?

Su Qianai only felt another pain in her heart.

Although she has tried not to think about Cheng Yining in the past few days, his figure, his smile, and his words are shaking in front of her eyes all the time, and her ears are ringing.

He......

Ying Ruomin took Su Qianai's hand, stroked it in the palm of her hand, stroked it gently, and sighed in a low voice: "I don't know Cheng Guodong, this person? When I saw him so enthusiastic about matching you and Cheng Yining, I knew what he had in mind, but at that time, your father always thought that I was a woman, but he refused to listen to my advice. If your father knew about it, he would have regretted his decision when he saw you today. ”

Su Qianai felt that her nose was a little sour, but she tried her best to keep her tears from flowing.

Ying Ruomin reached out and grabbed Su Qianai's shoulder, held her in her arms, gently touched her hair, and sighed: "Marrying is a woman's first life process, and when every girl has a dream of youth, she fantasizes that she can find a good man who is dedicated to herself, but there are always many people in this world who are constantly disappointed. Many times, the conditions are too good, but it is still a constraint on our pursuit of happiness. ”

"But Mom, I still can't believe that Cheng Yining will lie to me! I can't believe Xinyao will lie to me! Su Qianai's throat hardened, and tears finally flowed down her face, quickly seeping into Ying Ruomin's clothes.

"Alas, silly girl. You and Cheng Yining are not married yet, and the time they have been together for a short time is still short. Look at Mom, after more than 20 years, I still can't believe that your dad has been cheating on me? Every night when I look at your dad standing in the middle of the gardenia bushes in the doorway, my heart hurts so much that I can't breathe. Many times I think that if I was born in an ordinary family, without the so-called worth, without a good cultural education, maybe I don't know how to pursue perfect love, maybe I won't have such emotional entanglements with your father. Maybe I will find a very ordinary man to marry and have children, live a very ordinary life, busy with my husband and children every day, or run around for a living, maybe I will live a much more fulfilling life than I am now. ”

Ying Ruomin's faint voice swirled above Su Qianai's head, reaching her eardrums over and over again.

If......

There are no ifs in this world......

The only time if is that God has taken pity on him once, and at the end of his life, he has given himself a chance to be reborn as an "if".

If I had gone with my biological parents in that earthquake, would I have been able to follow in the footsteps of my parents and walk hand in hand along the Yellow Springs Road?

If Cheng Yining never appeared in his life, would he not have such a distressing moment?