After being on trending searches, I became the cinnabar mole all over the internet

The drama of life lies in this. When you finally let go, when you are full of expectations to welcome your new life, you know what you should have known on that year, month, and day.

It was a very quiet afternoon.

Dust floats in the sunlight.

Everything seems like an old acquaintance.

……

……

This was not too bad weather. The frost sliding down from the treetops just hit the head of a passing stray dog. The dog was stunned for a second or two, rubbed its face with its paws, and then quickly ran away.

On the road.

The road is slippery, the traffic is crowded, and from a distance, there are hills piled up one after another.

The horn sounded anxiously, one after another.

"Master!" Cheng Xuran grabbed the railing with his fingers and stood at the front of the car, "How long will it take?"

"Girl, don't worry, the morning rush hour is like this every day, especially when it rained and snowed yesterday!" The driver turned to look at her.

"Are you from Yuncheng? You shouldn't be. Let me tell you, Yuncheng, a shabby place, has been developed in recent years, and its population has been increasing..."

Cheng Xuran was stunned.

Then he smiled helplessly.

"Master, I grew up here."

"what?"

The driver was surprised. He turned around and looked at Cheng Xuran carefully, only to find that he looked familiar.

The girl looks very thin, and wearing a scarf makes her eyes look dark and clear.

Wearing a beige lambswool jacket and light blue wide-leg pants, he can't help but have a slim frame. His long hair is spread behind his back and his skin is white. In other words, he looks like a retro photo.

He suddenly felt that he had guessed correctly, smiled triumphantly, and took advantage of the traffic jam to chat with the little girl.

"That's why you come back to celebrate the New Year. Now you young people are running to big cities. I know-"

This car is No. 63.

It took three years for the process to come alive.

The driver has not changed, he is still the same driver, but his hair has turned gray and he talks a lot. He no longer remembered the high school student who got on the bus with his student card six or seven years ago, but Cheng Xuran still remembered the car.

In this life, we live in the special memories of others, which are actually very few.

Cheng Xuran repeatedly turned on and off her phone. At 7:39, she frowned and looked at the traffic blocking the river in front of her. Song Yanqing happened to send her a message asking.

【Where are you? 】

Cheng Xuran raised his hand to take a photo and sent it to him: [Traffic jam. 】

Song Yanqing did not return.

After seven or eight minutes, the car slowly traveled a negligible distance.

【get off. 】He sent a message.

Cheng Xuran was a little puzzled and replied: [Which stop? 】

【This is the stop now. 】

The weather-beaten bus wandered to the next bus stop. Cheng Xuran looked through the window and saw the tall figure standing in front of the bus stop.

Behind me is a whole winter.

The sky is vast.

People cross.

He was dressed in black, with a handsome face and a rather cold and casual expression.

Just like that year, the young man was carrying a shoulder bag and standing in front of the bus stop waiting for her. He looked down at his mobile phone. His black hair was messy and fell down. The bridge of his nose was partly shadowed. He saw that her eyes were very light and she had a collar. She goes to school.

Cheng Xuran stepped on the steps to get off the bus and felt suspended in the air for a moment.

The car drove away.

The cold air swept over my breath.

"How did you know I was here?"

"Didn't you send photos?" The two stood face to face, Song Yanqing looked at her and stated.

Cheng Xuran didn't issue a bus stop sign either!

Relying on Song Yanqing's insensitivity to roads, he could still remember it, which was really valuable.

In fact, what should be said, Cheng Xuran had already made it clear on WeChat that night. He didn't say a word when they met and led her forward. (End of chapter)