The French town of Tigne, at the foot of the Alps, is experiencing another heavy snowfall.

The snow of goose feathers fluttering in the sky gently covers every inch of the bare land of the town. In the roadside tavern, enthusiastic gypsy music is played, and the surrounding crowd raises a glass and chats, and the atmosphere is hearty.

Lu Yinong hugged the third beer in her arms in a French-accented French conversation, and the floor-to-ceiling glass window in front of her reflected her face slightly red from alcohol.

She propped her dizzy head in one hand, and thought with some tiredness that she might be drunk.

Lu Yinong didn't expect to see Zhang Ronghui here.

It was her third day in Tigne, and the expected Christmas ski holiday would end in 4 days. As usual, she got up early to drink black coffee and eat bread, and took a full set of ski equipment up the cable car to the snowy mountain, and the cold wind cut the residual warmth of her skin. But she likes the extreme cold of the ice and snow and the cold wind on the pavement.

The surroundings are empty, and there is snow everywhere as far as the eye can see, but the snowboard under your feet is like a lonely boat in the vast sea, riding the wind and waves, and moving forward.

Three hours later, after skiing, she put away her things and walked to the cable car station, and while waiting to go down the mountain, she inadvertently raised her eyes and saw Zhang Ronghui.

At that moment, she almost thought that she was dazzled, and after a closer look, she realized that it was indeed him.

Zhang Rong would lean against the railing on the other side and wait for the cable car to go up, he was wearing a black jacket, goggles pushed into his hair, his hands holding skis, his eyes lowered, and the soles of his feet were a little bored and repeatedly playing with the thick snow. The girl next to him was dressed in pink, wrapped like fresh strawberry glutinous rice balls, looking up at him and laughing with him.

Lu Yinong had imagined the scene of seeing him again countless times, but at this moment, he suddenly didn't know how to face him.

Eventually, she turned her head away and nonchalantly raised her skis to block herself, silently masking the reunion.

As the old saying goes, there are four happy events in life: a long drought and a sweet rain, meeting old acquaintances in a foreign country, spending candles in the cave room, and the title of the gold list.

Lu Yi thought drunkenly, the last time I saw him seemed to be nearly four years ago. She raised her glass and finished the rest of her beer, using the back of her hand to suppress the churn of her stomach. After a pause, he raised his hand and called the waiter to pay the bill.

Push open the heavy oak door of the tavern and you're greeted by a world of ice and snow. The cold wind stirred the snowflakes into his neck, and Lu Yinong's body was hot after drinking, and he didn't feel cold at the moment. She braved the wind and snow and walked towards the apartment step by step, and the rows of buildings in the distance were lit with warm yellow lights, reminding her of the hand-knitted scarf of her grandmother when she was a child.

It has been several years since my grandmother's death, and the people who were once closest to me are sleeping in their homeland, and I have been adrift in a foreign land and have not returned for many years.

Lu Yinong's thoughts flickered near and far, and he didn't watch out for being grabbed with his hands, so he simply buckled behind him neatly, and the irresistible force pressed her against the wall on the side of the road. Her eyes widened in horror, her brain, paralyzed by alcohol, suddenly woke up, and her limbs were still hesitating for a moment, and the other party had already leaned down.

The cold air mixed with the faint smell of tobacco rushed into her nose, and the warm and cool thing was attached to her lips, and her flustered pupils focused on the familiar face, and Lu Yi realized that it was a kiss.

It's a long kiss. The two sides were tightly fitted, their lips touched, no one had any extra movements, Lu Yinong did not struggle to push back, and Zhang Ronghui did not let go.

Between the lips and teeth was the familiar smell of the once closest people, large snowflakes fluttering wantonly on the shoulders, the street lamps overhead emitting a dim glow, and the silhouettes of the snow-capped mountains in the distance stretched deep black. Lu Yinong didn't know where she touched her tight strings, her nose was sore, and big tears welled up in her eyes.

Maybe it was her tears that were burning, Zhang Rong would let go of her hands, took a step back, touched her face with his palm, rubbed his slightly cool fingertips on her tears, and asked in a low voice, "Drunk?" ”

His voice was also very different, a little hoarse, perhaps because he had smoked too much.

Lu Yi's thick tears stopped, but she was still dizzy from the wine, and she leaned against the wall, silent and speechless.

"Why drink? You also saw me on the mountain today. Isn't it? He asked again.

Lu Yinong raised her head, no longer crying just now, she dodged his hand: "It has nothing to do with you, I drink a lot now." ”

Zhang Rong wouldn't let her hide, pinched one of her wrists, lifted it up hard, and forced her to look directly into her eyes: "Do you like to drink?" So fond of buying drunk? Have you ever regretted leaving me for so many years? Have you ever thought about looking back at me? Do you have? ”

This topic made Lu Yinong feel a little funny and a little sad. She looked at Zhang Ronghui, looked at his clear and delicate face, and looked at the waves in his eyes, he seemed to be more mature than before, and his temperament was a little strange and seemed to have not changed anything.

After waiting for a long time, she finally spoke again.

As countless times before, she said decisive words in the gentlest voice: "Zhang Ronghui, we shouldn't meet again......"

"I thought that if we had a tacit understanding in the end, it should be this thing."