The incandescent lights of the training ground were bright, and thin snowflakes danced slowly in the air, and he strode towards this direction from under the light against the wind and snow.

He was wearing a black coat, with a thin and long figure, a cold white face, dark eyes, and an indifferent expression.

As if noticing her, he paused slightly, looking at her from a distance of several meters, the corners of his lips turned up, and smiled softly at her.

It was seventeen-year-old Qiao Zhanbei.

It was the first Chinese New Year's Eve she had since she came to the capital.

Grandpa Qiao's Chinese New Year's Eve meal dispersed, and late at night, Ye Mian quietly ran out alone, passing through this training ground, and the 14-year-old girl sat down on the bench alone.

At this time, she missed her grandmother very much.

In previous years, on Chinese New Year's Eve, my grandmother would make egg dumplings, fried spring rolls, and croquettes. When she was an old man, she ate them greedily.

She misses the relaxed atmosphere in her own home.

Tonight, Qiao's family's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner was very lively, everyone treated her very kindly, and at the dinner table, she kept persuading her to eat. She felt very reserved and uncomfortable, and besides, there was no one of her relatives here.

Qiao Zhanbei, who she secretly admired in her heart, was also called by Tong Yaoyao to celebrate the New Year's Eve together after dinner.

A strong sense of loneliness engulfed her.

The wind was cold, the sky was full of snowflakes, and the vast and empty training ground was empty, and she curled up alone in the bench, letting her tears run freely.

"Grandma...... Mother ......" Ye Mian buried his face in his knees, sobbing, and his shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

She raised her head and looked at the dark night with tears in despair, this world, without her relatives, the only person she liked, also had a lover.

She suddenly couldn't see the future and didn't know what she was living for.

In the blurred vision, a familiar figure walked towards this side, and when she saw the person clearly, she was stunned, didn't he accompany Tong Yaoyao to New Year's Eve? How could it be......

The girl hurriedly wiped away her tears, sat up straight, and saw Qiao Zhanbei carrying a handbag, facing the wind and snow, walking towards her.

Far away, he smiled softly at her.

That smile, like a warm spring breeze, blew into her cold and empty heart, blowing away the feeling of despair and loneliness, and a trace of sweetness.

He got closer and closer, with a crisp and clean breath, his boots rustled on the dry leaves, and Ye Mian also heard his own "bang" heartbeat, like a deer crashing in the atrium.

"Brother Qiao." She stood up and shouted in a stiff tone.

Approaching her, Qiao Zhanbei found that the little girl seemed to have cried, her eyes were red, and her nose was red from the cold.

He raised his hand pityingly, put his head on her, and asked softly, "Homesick?" ”

When eating, she didn't eat much, she kept laughing, very restrained, and she ran out alone so late and cried secretly, she must have been homesick.

In the face of his concern, Ye Mian's throat choked, without disguise, nodded, and when he lowered his head, a hot tear fell on the upper of the brown cotton leather shoe with a "snap".

"I don't have a home anymore." She raised her head, muttered, smiled again, and asked lightly, "Didn't you go with Tong Yaoyao?" How did you get back? ”

Tong Yaoyao told her that every year during the Chinese New Year, he would accompany her to celebrate the New Year.

Qiao Zhanbei handed her a handkerchief and said lightly: "A group of them are playing cards, it's quite noisy, I don't like it." ”

Where did he go to accompany Tong Yaoyao, it was a group of second generations who got together to celebrate the New Year's Eve, he used to show his face, thinking that she was alone with her grandparents, so he rushed back.

Ye Mian listened to his words, a little confused, he and Tong Yaoyao didn't seem to be what she thought.

In the girl's heart, sweet.

Qiao Zhanbei remembered her sentence "I don't have a home anymore", looked at the lonely little girl, and was full of pity.

He lowered his head, and his voice was as warm as jade, "Now, Qiao's family is your home, I am your brother, if you have anything on your mind in the future, if you have any difficulties, just look for me." ”

The snowflakes whitened the top of his hair, and he was against the light, and a halo enveloped him.

Ye Mian was both moved and sad.

Just the elder brother.

She looked at him and nodded hesitantly in agreement.

Seeing that the little girl didn't avoid him so much tonight, Qiao Zhanbei's heart warmed, "Is it cold?" I came back with fireworks, do you want to play? ”

Chinese New Year's Eve, snowy night, with him fireworks to keep the New Year, she dreamed.

Ye Mian shook his head and nodded excitedly, and said incoherently: "No, I mean it's not cold." I want to play. ”

The little girl looked at him with a smile, and smiled to the bottom of her eyes, her dark eyes were as bright as stars. Qiao Zhanbei was in a good mood, he took off his coat and draped it over her.

"My face is freezing red."

Ye Mian was stunned.

His coat carried his body temperature, very warm, very heavy, like a warm current wrapped around her, full of security. The clothes are stained with a faint crisp smell and a hint of tobacco, which is fascinating.

When she came back to her senses, he was already setting off fireworks.

Qiao Zhanbei surrounded Ye Mian and placed a circle of fireworks tubes.

After a while, fireworks clusters of brilliant fireworks lit up the girl's happy and bright smile.

He approached her and handed her a few small fireworks.

"So happy? In the future, I will accompany you to play like this every Chinese New Year's Eve. He doted.

Annually......

He must have coaxed her casually.

Ye Mian didn't speak, only nodded.

She doesn't like fireworks much, but she likes to set off fireworks with him.

After the fireworks, they cleaned up the garbage on the ground together and went back to the small courtyard of their grandfather's house.

In the yard, he took out a red envelope and handed it to her, and said with a smile: "Happy New Year, the New Year's money for you." ”

Every Chinese New Year's Eve in the future, he accompanied her to set off fireworks and give her money for the New Year, even if it was the three years after marriage, this ceremony was not broken.

Until they divorced.

Ye Mian came back from her memories, a strong sense of grievance surged up, she looked at the fireworks stick that had long been burned in her hand, shed tears, and said with a bitter smile: "Qiao Zhanbei, it's Chinese New Year's Eve again, what about you?" You haven't been with me for the third year......"

In the first two years, he couldn't help himself, but what about this year?

He was dead.

Otherwise, they will not break their promises.

He's dead.

From the bottom of my heart, there was a cold and ruthless voice.

Ye Mian shook his head desperately, denying this cognition.

However, half a year later, she sent people all over the world to find him, but there was no news.

If he was still alive, he wouldn't be reluctant not to come back, he was reluctant to let his elderly grandparents and grandmothers, his daughter who hadn't been with him much, and he was even more reluctant to leave her.

He's just having amnesia, so he should show up.

No, the man seemed to have evaporated from the world, without a trace.

All relatives and friends, employees, customers, shareholders, shareholders, ...... all silently accepted the fact that he was dead.

But she didn't accept it!

How could Qiao Zhanbei die?

He was a ray of light shining in the darkest moment of her life, when she was most confused and helpless.

It was he who guided her from a sensitive and inferior orphan girl to an independent and confident person step by step.

He was her first love, her lover, and her other partner in life.

But he was indeed dead.

Every Spring Festival in the future, no one will accompany her to set off fireworks, spoil her like a child, give her New Year's money, and will not say to her at the first time of the New Year: "Happy New Year!" ”

She could no longer touch his arms, smell his breath that fascinated her, and no longer rub and coddle in his arms......

The more Ye Mian thought about it, the colder her heart became, and the terrible feeling of loneliness and helplessness engulfed her again.

She is now independent and strong and confident, and she can support herself for a while, but emotionally, she is still deeply attached to him.

The wine bottle in Ye Mian's hand "snapped" and fell to the ground, shattering in response.

Her teary eyes looked in the direction of the light again, and the tears kept rolling down like beads with broken threads.

There, his tall and straight figure never appeared.

In the distance, the sound of the New Year's bell counting down came from someone's TV.

She raised her wrist, looked at the hands on her watch, and looked around at the darkness, where the New Year's bell rang, and he didn't come after all.

It's the New Year, and the sound of firecrackers in the distance is very festive.

Ye Mian wrapped up his long puffer jacket tightly, curled up in the bench, hugged his arms around his knees, and buried his head between his knees.

Her voice was hoarse and she said to herself: "Qiao Zhanbei, Happy New Year." ”

Opposite the training ground, the man hid behind a huge cedar tree, looked at the woman on the bench opposite from a distance through the light, and silently said in his heart: Happy New Year.

It can be regarded as accompanying her to celebrate the New Year, New Year's Eve.

He has accompanied her for ten years on Chinese New Year's Eve, from a young man in fresh clothes and angry horses, to a noble son, and then to a president who covers the sky with one hand.

At that time, he was a perfect match for her.

Now......

Qiao Zhanbei curled the corners of his lips and smiled bitterly. He turned his wheelchair and was about to leave, but his eyes seemed to be locked and he couldn't take his eyes off.

It's New Year's Eve, why hasn't she gone back?

What should I do if I get cold on such a cold day?

What should I do if I encounter a hooligan?

However, this is a military compound, and there are sentinels patrolling from time to time, and there will be no hooligans.

Time was a minute, almost an hour passed, and she hadn't even left.

He couldn't resist the urge in his heart and slowly approached her.

On a cold and cold night, the air was filled with the smell of gunfire after the fireworks had burned out, and on the ground, there were several burned out fireworks sticks, and the wine bottles were shattered.

The woman curled up in the bench, tilted her head, closed her eyes, and fell asleep peacefully.

The smell of alcohol on the body is very heavy.

The person who has been thinking about it for a long time is in front of his eyes at this time.

She seemed to have cried, and there were dry tear stains on her cheeks.

Qiao Zhanbei's heart was twisted, he couldn't restrain the impulse in his heart, he raised his hand, and was about to stroke her face, but when he was about to touch her cheek, he stopped in time.

He swallowed his choked throat and reluctantly withdrew his hand.

At this time, she moved, his heart suddenly tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to run away.

Ye Mian just adjusted his posture and didn't wake up.

Qiao Zhanbei was really relieved, only to see the down jacket covered by her slip below her chest, she shrunk her neck, shivering with cold.

The man twisted his eyebrows, not daring to breathe, leaned forward, pinched the down jacket with both hands, and gently covered the top part of her neck.

The down jacket looked uncomfortable, and he carefully tucked it gently and patted it.

Ye Mian slept unsteadily, only feeling cold, and his whole body was cold.

At this time, it seemed that someone had covered her with a quilt, as if her grandmother had helped her cover the quilt when she was a child, and patted it, and the quilt wrapped her obediently, warm and full of security.

It's more like his embrace, with a familiar and crisp masculine atmosphere, mixed with a faint smell of tobacco.

Qiao Zhanbei ......

It's him!

Ye Mian opened his eyes suddenly, and his heart was beating wildly.

There was no one in front of her, she walked around, empty, huge training ground, and she was the only one nearby, sitting alone in a chair.

Her eyes were gloomy, and the corners of her mouth pulled up a sneer, how could it be him, she was hallucinating again.

Ye Mian was like a deflated hydrogen balloon, slumped in his chair, and hung his head lonely.

On her clothes, there was a faint smell of tobacco, as well as the male hormonal smell engraved in her bones, Qiao Zhanbei.

Ye Mian's eyebrows furrowed tightly.

It's him.

He's been here......

"Qiao Zhanbei!"

She stood up abruptly and shouted loudly into the dark cold night.

Ye Mian clenched his fists, his eyes wandering around the empty surroundings.

It must have been him just now, who covered her.

There will be nothing wrong with the breath that belongs to him alone, and there will be no mistake with her feelings about him.

Qiao Zhanbei, he is not dead, he is still alive......

Thinking of this, her eyes were hot, and despite the uncomfortable feeling of cramps in her legs, she staggered to find him while running on the training ground.

She didn't care about why he was hiding from her, she just wanted to find him.

Behind the pine tree, Qiao Zhanbei heard her scream, his heart hung in his throat, his palms were so nervous that cold sweat broke out, watching her come this way, he clenched his back molars, turned his wheelchair, and ran away quickly.

In the darkness of the night, the leaves on the ground were crushed.

Ye Mian was standing outside the pine forest, heard the sound of movement, and immediately looked inside.

"Qiao Zhanbei! I know it's you! Get the hell out of here! She shouted loudly as she weaved through the woods.

Stinky man, even though he is still alive but wants to avoid her, is it fun?

Ye Mian shuttled through the pine forest by the light of the flashlight of her mobile phone, looking for him, but she couldn't see him, she was anxious and angry, and more, she was still happy.

"Brother Qiao! You come out! If you don't come out again, I'll show Jojo a video of you kneeling on the keyboard! Her eyes were hot and moist, and she said loudly.

The pine forest is still quiet, and across the woods is the main road of the compound.

Ye Mian had just come out of the forest, and through the light of the street lamp, he saw a black seven-seater business car parked on the side of the road, and someone seemed to have just gotten into the back seat, and at this time, the door was just being pulled shut.

She rushed forward.

The lights of the commercial vehicle turned on, turned the head of the car, and drove towards the gate of the compound.

At this time, a woman's figure suddenly appeared, spreading her arms and blocking the front of the car.

A sudden braking sound echoed through the night sky.

The business vehicle stopped in time at a distance of two steps away from Ye Mian.

As soon as the car stopped, Ye Mian went around to the back row, and before the car started again, he grabbed the door handle of the back seat and pulled hard.

The door was pulled open by her from the outside, and a familiar masculine aura came to her face, and Ye Mian looked into the carriage.