[The snow will melt, so his winter stops.
Qi Cuo once again went to the milk tea shop where Pei Yujiao had been. This time, he finally sat where that person had sat.
It was a corner, remote and deserted, cut off from all the excitement around it.
In the past, he always laughed at Pei Yujiao as if he was growing a mushroom, and had to huddle in a corner to feel at ease. Now, sitting here, he can see everything.
Qi Cuo waited for Pei Yujiao for a long time.
It was so long that he couldn't remember which snowfall it was in Beijiang. It was so long that the notes on the message board changed again and again. It was so long that he painted all the winters in the same color.
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On the day Pei Yujiao came back, it snowed again in Beijiang.
He sat at his usual spot in the milk tea shop, pretending not to care about the man in the alley.
He would never know that after he left, someone would stand in the same place every week, just watching from a distance.
There are many unfinished stories in Pei Yujiao's computer. He always believed that being unable to write an ending was like being unable to make a promise.
His illness became more and more serious, and his breathing became lighter and lighter. And there is only so much love he can give.
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Later Qi Cuo found out, but he didn't cry. He just waited at the alley earlier than before, took off the old black and white scarf, and wrapped it around Pei Yujiao's neck.
"Winter is still long," he said, "so it doesn't matter. I draw slower, you write slower, and we all slow down."
So they began to fall in love, like a dream.
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Main CP: The cold and beautiful writer X The sensitive and inferior painter
Deputy CP: Human Fireworks Little Red Riding Hood Senior X Gloomy Paranoid Fox Senior
Intention: Love is not a miracle, but you are my choice after knowing the outcome.
