————
In the year when Hong Kong Island returned to the motherland, Liang Xinzi attended the celebration ceremony as a representative of Hong Kong singers and became popular on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.
No matter how busy her schedule is, she still insists on flying between Hong Kong and Beijing.
The agent snorted coldly: If you are here, your heart will already fly to the capital.
Liang Xinzi did not refute.
She recalled the phone call from him that night when they last met and told her to look out the window.
She was lying in front of the window of the Beijing Hotel. Chang'an Street was dark and there was nothing there.
"What are you looking at?"
He didn't answer.
The next moment, the street lights on the entire street lit up one after another from east to west.
She lay on the glass in surprise, with a thin layer of mist sticking to the tip of her nose, her eyes searching for a Beijing A white-plate car in the traffic in the city.
"Don't hang up yet. I'll see if I can find you." She said urgently.
The person on the other side smiled softly and said, "Yeah."
"I'm always where you can find me," he said.
————
In the winter of the second year after the breakup, Liang Xinzi and her fiancé arrived in Beijing to attend a New Year reception.
Before the dinner started, the first snow came unexpectedly in Beijing, and it fell one after another.
Near the end, several people in jackets and uniforms were surrounding someone who came out of the side door. Between the shadows of the people, she saw that face.
Zhou Xingjian stood in the middle of the crowd, his coat collar stained with snow. Someone was talking to him, but he just tilted his head slightly to listen.
But his eyes had already crossed the crowd and landed on her.
…
The banquet was over and the snow was falling harder and harder. Liang Xinzi was wrapped in a shawl and standing on the porch.
There were footsteps behind me.
"You've lost weight."
Her eyelashes trembled, but she didn't respond.
"Is he good to you?" Zhou Xingjian asked in a low voice.
Liang Xinzi lowered her head, rubbed the diamond ring on her hand, and nodded.
He didn't know how long he had been standing there, with snow falling all over his shoulders.
He came over and stretched out his hand, gently rubbing the tears from her face with the back of his fingers.
"Why are you crying," his voice was cold, "He won't even send you home. Are you going to marry such a person?"
Liang Xinzi sniffed and said in a muffled voice, "You can't marry me anyway. You don't care who I marry."
Snow fell on his shoulders and in her hair.
"Who said I can't marry you?"
————
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you
