The snow wind was beating outside the window, it had snowed several times in a row, looking out of the glass window, it was all snow-white, she lay on the bed quietly, closed her eyes and did not speak, for a long time, tears flowed down.

Winter has come, and the year is coming to an end, so they are going to end as well.

In the spring, he was injured and lay on the hospital bed because he saved her, she made soup with her own hands and carried it to see him, she never went down to the kitchen, that was the first time, several of her fingers were slightly injured, she wanted to hide her fingers, but he still found out, he grabbed her fingers, helplessly and distressed put them on his lips, and blew carefully.

On that day, the air in the room was clear, the sun outside the room was hanging in the sky, scattering all their own light to the world, the water in the creek was steamed to make a small sound, and the air was not easy to penetrate, in the pond, the lotus leaves danced in the sun, dragonflies flew over, small fish swam by, on the lawn, the children played hide and seek, picked wild flowers, and caught butterflies on the green grass.

In the dark blue sky, the manic and confused spring, full of fragrance, the plants and trees began to bloom and multiply, and the little bird stood in front of its carefully built nest, opening its tail, and whispering to another bird not far away, inviting it to live in the small nest he had built and give birth to offspring.

There was a faint smell of milk in the air, it was his smell, and Luo Shan couldn't extricate herself from crying while holding the quilt.

Everything is God playing tricks on people, and when they met, they were already doomed to not be able to stay together.

In the evening, the Luo family came back, and when Xianya came up to see her, she was still asleep and didn't wake up, and Xianya was just about to leave, but she woke up.

Luo Shanqiao's face was pale, she looked at her cousin weakly, and suddenly said, "Xianya, your marriage with the eldest young master of the Rong family is approaching, I really envy you, you can marry the man you like." ”

Yu Xianya was stunned and sat on the edge of her cousin's bed to accompany her.

"Cousin, do you have something on your mind?"

In her last life, she remembered that her cousin married a person who was the right person and lived a life of husband and children, her cousin-in-law was all good-looking and character-oriented, and she was the husband her aunt personally selected for her cousin.

Roseanne shook her head, a wry smile on her face.

"I've never understood why people who are destined not to be together have to arrange an encounter?"

Roseanne spoke, her eyes red and swollen, her eyes glistening with tears, and her beautiful face haggard.

"Cousin~"

Luo Shan took a deep breath, looked at his cousin, and said enviously, "Have a good time with the eldest young master of the Rong family, you have liked him for so many years, and he also likes you, the two are happy, they can stay together, they are very lucky and happy." ”

Xianya took out her handkerchief and wiped the corners of her cousin's eyes, she didn't want to tell her cousin about her and Rong Minghui's current situation, and she didn't want her to worry.

"Xianya, I also have someone I like. ”

Roseanne spoke, her eyes dimming as if there were stars passing through them.

"Is that the man you looked back at in the teahouse that day?"

That day, she looked back with her cousin and saw clearly the interaction between the man and her cousin's eyes, but there was a beautiful woman standing beside the man.

Later, when she came back, her cousin fell ill, and when she said such a thing today, she immediately thought of the man.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

Roseanne shook her head, "He and I only met at the beginning of this year. ”

"Xianya, you know what? He has a fiancée, whom he forgot to give him. ”

As she spoke, she tightened the quilt covering her body, her body seemed to be very cold and a little helpless.

"He came to see me today. ”

As he spoke, tears flowed down again.

"Xianya, I really don't understand, why people who are destined not to be together have to arrange an encounter? If I can, I'd rather never know him~"

Luo Shan's eyes moved, a tear slipped down, and her slender fingers grabbed the quilt, nesting in the quilt, pitiful.

Yu Xianya didn't know how to comfort her for a while, so she had to continue to wipe her tears.

"Cousin, let him pass the past, don't think about him in the future. ”

Roshan shook her head, her heart fluencing, "It's easy to say... Can... Easier said than done... Ah......h

Emotional things are easy to let go, but they are too difficult to do.

Those feelings of crying and helplessness in the middle of the night probably can't be empathized with, and those sadness that can't be loved, probably no one can pay attention to it.

Outside Luo's house, Duan Lingxun asked the driver to send him back, but he asked the driver to stop the car halfway, he got out of the car, turned around and walked in the direction of Luo's house step by step.

It was gray, very cold, cloudy, and the snow was still falling.

The scenery before him darkened, and the dead trees on the side of the road wilted and leaned on the houses next to them, like a man who was too weak to stand up because of his grief.

Duan Lingxun glanced at it and couldn't help but feel sorry for it.

Some cold, some cold, snowflakes fell on him and floated into his neck, his body trembled, and his mouth was so stuffy.

He looked around, the streets of Tanchuan City in the snow seemed deserted, and he felt that the whole world was going to abandon him.

He liked her very much, from the first sight.

He has been abroad for so long that he almost forgets that he has been engaged to marry since he was a child.

The first time I saw her that day, it was the second day after he returned to China, he was called to the play by his childhood playmate, and he inadvertently glanced at her, his chest was stuffy, very strange, and then he kept watching her, secretly paying attention to her, and when the rickshaw almost hit her, he protected her in time.

Later, she often sent decoction to see him, maybe just to repay his kindness, but every time he saw her, he fell a little more, and when the fall was almost over, he was reminded by his family, and there was a Miss Ren.

He remembered walking with her through the streets of April, smelling the scent of flowers in the wind and clouds, skipping nervously in his heart, and telling his feelings under the apricot blossoming tree, it was so good at that time, he liked her, she liked him, even the air was sweet.

But today Xiaoshan told him not to interact in the future.

"Let's not go back to each other anymore, I don't want to like you anymore, we are destined not to stay together, so why force it anymore?"

From the time they met to the present, he has been trying hard to be with her openly, but every time he has failed, he has ever thought, elopement, right?

But how can she elope with her identity, his identity? Besides, she won't elope with him, he can't be too selfish.

Several times in the middle of the night, when he dreamed back, he touched the head of the bed, imagining that she was sleeping on his side, upright, and recognized by the world, but fantasy was just fantasy, the bedside was empty, and there was no Xiaoshan with him.

He had a pained look on his face and grabbed her shoulder, "Can you give me another chance?"

Cold sweat broke out in his palms, he panicked that she really gave up like this, really didn't want him anymore, he looked forward to her saying to give him another chance.

But she shook her head ruthlessly, the hope in his heart was extinguished, and his heart, lungs, and head began to ache, and the pain slowly penetrated into the bone marrow.

The snow wind whistled past, leaving only the coldness of the air, dark and cold.

A lost and helpless heart, like a piece of cold jade, fell to the bottom of the valley and shattered into slag.

Love but can't, love can't stay together.

He stumbled and fell into the snow, looking at the sky, red eyes but laughing.

The laughter was poignant, the voice trembled, and a tear slipped through the corner of the eye.