It's a long life, so he doesn't want to dwell on just one place, they should look forward, shouldn't they?

What the man didn't notice was the woman's darkening gaze.

Lifetime......

He talked to her for a lifetime, heh, where did she come from for a lifetime?

Perhaps he would never have known, but when he watched her eat the mung bean cake and watched her being sent to the operating room without stopping it, she was already without a lifetime.

It was the days she used to look forward to going down with him, but she was also strangled to death by him.

All the struggles seemed so fragile, and while she was drowning through the last days, fearing that time would come, he told her for the rest of his life......

It's been so long and so long, and her whole life doesn't know which day it will fall......

So they can't be together, even if they forget the past and forget the pain, the fear from the unknown makes her have to push him away.

There are too many reasons why they can't be together, not that they can disappear if they forget it......

Between them, it's really not suitable to talk for a lifetime......

The woman closed her eyes and stopped looking at him, "I'm tired." ”

She's tired, so she doesn't want to think about it anymore, she doesn't want to face you anymore.

The woman finally pushed the door open, and Lan Ruohao, who was standing outside the door, took the child and slowly disappeared from his sight.

In the middle of winter nights, there was a very thick cold fog, followed by a little snowflake.

The man also pushed the car door, got out of the car, stood by the door, and stretched out his hand.

The little white snowflakes playfully swept across his hands, and occasionally the stars remained in his palms, and then turned into little droplets of water and disappeared into his temperature.

Lan Xianshu put Lan Lan on the bed, twisted the quilt feet, held a glass of hot milk, and paced to the window.

Outside the window were snowflakes that seemed to be there, and some of them were pasted on the window, instantly melting into a small drop of water, and lying lazily on the window.

Snow seems to be a kind of winter mark that is rare to see, and it is also what she looks forward to the most every winter.

I still remember that it was the second winter they had just been together, and it had snowed a lot, and he heard her screaming on the balcony in the bed, and then dragged him up, wearing a thick down jacket and overly cute gloves, and ran to the flat ground of a park not far from the community.

She spun in the snow like a child.

At that time, there were still small snowflakes, snowflakes flying all over the sky, and she was active in the snowflakes.

He just stood not far from her like that, looking at her so earnestly.

It is said that the eyes are the best video recorder.

At that time, she was still so clear in his mind, in his memory.

And now, with his head up, the snowflakes flying in the sky came to his face.

The man's smile was shallow.

"Shu'er, it's snowing."

When she was a child, she also liked snow the most, and at that time, her grandmother always said "snow is gold, rain is silver".

And she loves snow, she just likes to stand by the window and watch the snowflakes like white petals fall on the window, on the side of her shoes, on her shoulders, on the fence......

All the way through, there were the marks of her shoes, one by one, black and black, like the marks of the past.

After the heavy snowfall, the children rush out of the house like little birds, snowball fights, and build snowmen.

The final result must be that my grandmother pulled her sleeves home, took off her soaked shoes, and met my grandmother's heart.