That winter, Qiao Meng met Xu Ran for the first time. The young man was standing under a tree wearing a gray windbreaker. His body was as slender as a pine, and his eyebrows and eyes were as handsome as the melting ice and snow. At that time, he looked at her and smiled, and the boy under the tree was so sparkling that it was ridiculous.
Four years later, a major accident occurred at home. She was wandering on the street in despair, and he stood in front of the car, with a warm smile on his lips, and his open hands like a pair of white wings.
She grinned, but tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and she quickly threw herself into his arms.
She said, "Xu Ran, I feel pain." She pointed to her chest, "It hurts here, I'm about to die."
He touched her head and sighed: "I know, I know, Meng'er, I'll take you away."
Five years later, those two people stood at the airport, smiling at each other.
She said: "Xu Ran, congratulations on finally getting rid of me. Are you happy?"
He lowered his eyebrows and smiled: "Meng'er, you always understand me like this." He adjusted her scarf casually, as intimately as a couple, "When you get to France, go see the snow, that's your favorite."
After ten years of acquaintance, she believed in him, relied on him, loved him, hated him, and annoyed him. But it can't be compared with missing those years in France. They missed each other and missed each other, but they could not be separated after all. According to the big locust tree, the two people were like clay figures who accidentally fell into the water. When they reacted, it was over and their bones and blood were fused together. How to separate them?