Don’t Turn from Summer

That winter was particularly snowy. When Lin Mochen arrived in New York, it was Christmas.

Feng Chen's influence at that time was not as great as it is now. If Lin Mochen wants to know about anyone in the United States, he must ask his friends. I walked around and got her address and her whereabouts.

It was at dusk that Lin Mochen parked his car at the intersection. In the heavy snow, there was a cafe where she was working. Lowering the window, across the misty glass, he saw the cafe warmed by lights. After the bar counter, she was wearing a waiter uniform, standing among a group of guests with different skin colors, as she first saw.

Her long hair curled up, her face was bright and her smile was bright. To make it easier for her to work, her sleeves were rolled up, revealing a small white arm and a slender hand.

Lin Mochen looked at him, his eyes were wet. But there were friends beside him. He held his face with his hands, his face was expressionless, and his breathing slowly calmed down.

My friend didn't say a word.

After a while, she was off work. I changed my uniform and put on a dark sweater, plain coat, boots, long scarf and hat, covering most of my face, and pushed out the door of the cafe.

"Are you going to meet?" A friend asked.

"It's not the time yet," Lin Mochen replied.

She got closer and closer.

She bowed her head and passed by the car.

Lin Mochen kept watching quietly.

After she walked more than ten meters away, Lin Mochen suddenly loosened his seat belt and pushed the door to catch up. My friend's eyes widened, and he just said it was not the time ...

Mu Hanxia walking in front of it is a fork. Lin Mochen took a shortcut and stood on the fork. It was dark, and the exotic street lights were dim, and heavy snow fell from his head and fell on his hair and shoulders. He watched her approach.

Mu Hanxia kept her head down.

She still had a lot of things in her arms, dinner materials, dissertation materials, newly purchased towels, and recent information about Feng Chen, which was downloaded and printed from the Internet today ... She has been watching the road without seeing anyone.

Even the person next to him is very tall and tall. She didn't even look up.

She passed him by.

At that time, she was trying hard to gain a foothold in the new world, where there was leisure, to pay attention to a pedestrian on the road. She will not give her any chance to remember the past.

After all, she no longer wanted that person. That person doesn't want her anymore.

...

And Lin Mochen stood in place, looking at the snow in front of him.

It was only over a year before she did not recognize him. And finally he didn't, reaching out to keep her. Let her go to the world that longed for many years.

Her dream has not been fulfilled. He is the man who loves her, so let her go.

He knew she hadn't brought any other man closer for more than a year.

If it is to love each other's bone marrow, you never really leave.