The snow that year was so heavy that it could drown out the sound of the entire street.
My name is Chen Nan. I am standing in the flying snow, and my whole body is numb with cold.
I have been ordinary since I was a child, with no ability and no future. Even if I like someone, I can only hide it in the darkest corner of my heart.
She has been my childhood sweetheart since childhood. When it snowed when I was a child, she would always hold my hand and run away. The tip of her nose would be red from the cold, but her smile would be brighter than the snow. She would stuff me hot roasted sweet potatoes, wrap a scarf around my neck, and say, "Chen Nan, you are not cold as long as I am here."
At that time, I naively thought that the snow would fall every year and she would be there every year.
Until she went further and further and became better and better, but I was still the same Chen Nan who had accomplished nothing.
It was also snowing heavily the day she left.
She stood at the intersection, snowflakes falling on her hair, her eyes red: "Chen Nan, I have to leave."
I opened my mouth, with thousands of words stuck in my throat, and finally I could only squeeze out one sentence: "Have a safe journey."
I didn't dare to say that I couldn't let her go, I didn't dare to say that I liked her, and I didn't dare to say that I was afraid of never seeing her again.
A person like me is not worthy of keeping her.
She took one last look at me, turned around and walked into the snow, her back gradually swallowed up by the snow.
I stood there, the snow buried my shoes, and it was cold to the bone.
Every year when it snowed, I would stand at that intersection. The snow is still that snowy, the wind is still that cold, but no one will hold my hand and call my name.
My life has been extremely mediocre. I have owned nothing. The only light was left by me in that heavy snowfall.
