Those years outside the fan

(a)

In the winter of that year, the snow was particularly heavy. When Lin Mochen arrived in New York, it was Christmas.

At that time, Fengchen's influence was not as great as it is now. If Lin Mochen wants to know the news of who is in the United States, he has to ask a friend to inquire. I got her address and her whereabouts.

It was just when twilight fell, and Lin Mochen parked the car at the intersection. In the heavy snow, across the street is the café where she works. Lowering the window, through the foggy glass, he saw the warmly lit café, behind the bar, she was like the first time he saw her, dressed in a waitress uniform, standing in a group of customers of different colors, busy.

Her long hair was curled high, her face was clear, and her smile was hearty. Her sleeves were rolled up to reveal a small white arm and slender hand.

Lin Mochen looked at it, and his eyes were wet. But there were friends beside him, and he pressed his face with his hands, his face expressionless, and his breathing slowly calmed.

My friend didn't say anything.

After a while, she got off work. He changed his uniform, a dark sweater, a plain jacket, boots, a long scarf and a hat, covering most of his face, and pushed the door out of the café.

"Are you going to meet?" Friend asked.

"It's not the time yet." Lin Mochen replied.

She got closer and closer.

She walked past the car with her head down.

Lin Mochen has been watching quietly.

When she walked more than ten meters away, Lin Mochen suddenly loosened his seat belt, pushed the door and chased after her. My friend's eyes widened, obviously just said that it was not the right time......

The front of Mu Hanxia's walk is a fork in the road. Lin Mochen took a shortcut and stood at the fork in the road. It was dark, the foreign streetlights were dim, and snow was falling from the top of his head, on the tips and shoulders of his hair. He watched as she approached.

Mu Hanxia kept his head down.

She still carried a lot of things in her arms, materials for cooking, papers, newly bought towels, and the latest information on Fengchen's situation that she downloaded and printed from the Internet today...... She kept looking at the road and didn't look at anyone.

Even the person next to him is very similar in height and shape to that person. She doesn't look up even more.

She brushed him by.

At that time, she was trying to gain a foothold in the new world, and wherever she had time, she paid attention to a pedestrian on the road. She will not give herself any chance to remember the past.

After all, she didn't want that person anymore. That person doesn't want her anymore.

……

And Lin Mochen stood in place, looking at the snow in front of him.

It's only been a little over a year, and she hasn't recognized him. And he finally didn't, reaching out to keep her. Let her go to the world that she has longed for for many years.

Her dream is not yet complete. He was the man who loved her, so let her go.

He knew that she had never let any other man come near her for more than a year.

If that love goes deep into each other's bones, you never really leave.

(b)

The second time I saw him, still in New York, at the headquarters of MK Investments.

Bert's body has been recovering well. He sees every day now as an additional gift from God. So he was more cheerful and enthusiastic to make friends and also started to do charity. And Lin Mochen and Mu Hanxia are both good friends of his.

It was a sunny morning, and Lin Mochen was sitting in Bert's office, with only a cup of coffee at hand and no one else. After waiting for a while, the curtains on the opposite wall rose. It was a dark glass wall, with light on one side. From the inside, you can see the view of the office area outside, but you can't see the people inside.

He saw Mu Hanxia follow Bert into the office area.

Zhu Yan did not change, and his smile was lighter.

She is about to graduate and is about to find a job in the United States. He hadn't seen her in two years. His Fengchen has been listed. She ignored it and never returned to China.

Compared to the last time he met, Lin Mochen was much calmer. He slowly sipped his coffee and looked at the woman. Seeing that her hair is longer and her hairstyle is more fashionable, she really looks like a Chinese woman living in a foreign country. Her eyebrows and eyes are black, her posture is straight, and her every move is no longer like the breath of jumping back then, but she is much more calm and self-contained. But there was still a very sweet and smart smile on the face that was extremely beautiful in his eyes.

Lin Mochen suddenly felt some kind of oppressive breath rising from his chest, pulling his entire chest and body. He suddenly understood that no matter how many places he has traveled and how high he stands, he can get or achieve more career goals...... He was never really calm, he was never really forgetful.

Then he laughed self-deprecatingly. Just behind this window that separates fate, staring at her every move. Watch her bow her head and talk to old Bert, watch her walk around, visit the environment of the office, see her standing alone in front of the window, looking thoughtful, I don't know what she is thinking, who she is thinking. At last she said goodbye to Old Bert, ********, went downstairs, and walked into the crowded and vast flow of people on the streets of New York, until she could no longer be seen.

Old Bert pushed the door and walked in, and said angrily: "Since you know that she will come to my company today, why don't you meet her?" I owe her that she was so good to you back then. ”

Lin Mochen didn't speak.

Old Bert knew that this kid was no longer the winged young man he used to be, and that setback only made his temperament more calm, spicy and cold. Now his Fengchen is the most promising company in China, and the old Bert also has to rely on him in order to obtain better operating income in Greater China.

So Old Bert changed the question again: "Then do you still love her?" ”

He said, "Love." ”