The snow in Nancheng in the twelfth lunar month is always covered with dampness and coldness that cannot be melted away. 25-Year-old Zhang Fengmian clutches a monthly salary of 2,500 yuan and spends his days surrounded by the nagging urges to get married and busy days at law firms. He has never even seen the shadow of love and only hopes to meet someone to "live with". Until my mother mentioned the blind date - the date was the white-shirted, thin-faced Han Qingyang from high school.
We met again in the coffee shop, where the sweetness of hot cocoa mixed with the bitterness of coffee. He actually still remembered her habit of hiding toffee and the traces of calculations in her draft book. The spareribs soup on overtime nights, the braised pork she had practiced for many times, the car lights always on downstairs of the law firm, the tenderness hidden in the details made her think that the paper boat of her secret love had finally drifted to the shore. From the heartfelt confession to the red book, from the kitchen fireworks to the whispers on the pillow, and even the name of her daughter "Xijun", she thought she had captured the stability of her life.
But the moment the truck rushed over, the dream was shattered. She was still the girl sitting in the snowy alley, with no warm braised pork in her hands, only uncooked coffee. But that too real dream had already given her the courage to move forward - even if she didn't meet Han Qingyang, she could still live her own life and wait for a happiness that truly belonged to her and didn't need to be supported by dreams.
