The person on the nurse's desk immediately got up, opened his eyes, stood up, and yawned.

Cheng Shuhua fixed his eyes and saw that this person was none other than Yao Zhihang!

"Yao Zhihang, hello, stay here to sleep, let Tong Xiaoyan call me over to take care of the teacher, you really don't know, how precious my time is?"

Cheng Shuhua stared at him, incredulous.

Yao Zhihang felt unbelievable, this big star and president of the Chamber of Commerce in W City would actually appear here?

"Cheng Shuhua, are you sleepwalking?"

"What sleepwalking? I thought it was all you? The teacher had an accident, and as a student, of course I had to take care of her. ”

Yao Zhihang hurriedly raised his head, looked out of the door, and looked-

"What nerves do you have?"

"No, I'll look outside, is the sun coming out of the west?"

"What? haha-"

Cheng Shuhua burst out laughing.

The way she laughed, she wasn't that annoying.

Yao Zhihang shook his head and walked towards Yao Jiali's ward with Cheng Shuhua.

In fact, Yao Jiali's ward is the first room closest to the lobby.

Cheng Shuhua handed Gong Yu to Yao Zhihang, sat down, and was beside Yao Jiali, looking at Yao Jiali's sleeping appearance, she was silent.

She wondered, will one day, she will be the same as she heard, and there will be no one of her relatives around her?

Cheng Shuhua is a little sad, tonight, she doesn't want to be a heinous woman, she just wants to be silent.

Cheng Shuhua helped Yao Jiali tuck the quilt, got up, and looked at Gong Yu held by Yao Zhihang, her adopted daughter.

Shaking his head and looking solemn, he walked to the balcony, stood on the balcony, and looked at the night.

Is it that the older you get, the more lonely you become?

Cheng Shuhua actually remembered Cheng Xing in prison.

She thinks about the bits and pieces of their past, including a love story between them that Cheng Xing tailors for her.

She remembered that it was also on a night when she had insomnia, and Cheng Xing changed a story for her.

Cheng Shuhua looked at the night scene, while Cheng Xing looked at her, telling a romantic and long story: This year's winter in Pingxiang, the coal city, is extremely enchanting.

No, Cheng Shuhua looked at him, almost laughed, and said, "Cheng Xing, are you writing poetry?"

"Shuhua, don't interrupt, don't mess up my train of thought!

Cheng Shuhua stopped smiling, and listened quietly, Cheng Xing told decently: Looking at it, all the scenery in Pingxiang, the coal city, like a reserved and shy girl, all changed into snow-white clothes, lowered their heads, and bloomed with a beautiful and moving demeanor quietly.

"No, the story hasn't started yet?"

Cheng Shuhua actually found out that she had been doing it for a long time, and she hadn't started telling that story yet?

Cheng Shuhua said that during the Chinese New Year, singer Cheng Xing, who had just been ruthlessly abandoned by his girlfriend, pulled a large suitcase and "creaked" through the snow to find his dream.

Cheng Shuhua was stunned, how could there be such a literary and artistic text in her bones?

Does a person have another self?

Cheng Shuhua very much hopes that the poem is like this, perhaps, she really hopes that Cheng Xing will regard her as very important.

Therefore, Cheng Xing's kindness to her is all in her bones. She hopes that every time his relationship fails, he will think of her in his impression, and think of her who watched over the depths of his whole heart.

Finally back, but where is she?

Cheng Xing raised his head and looked at the snowy sky, yes, the flying snowflake on the edge of the sky was her!

I heard that she used to be a dancer.

She dances lightly.

I still remember -

Because her dance is as graceful and light as snowflakes falling.

But, after all, it's not her, it's not the one in the depths of my memory!

However, reality is not always fantasy, everything comes so real.

Cheng Xing smiled bitterly and looked into the distance, that was the direction of home, towards the direction of home, sadly, lonely, walking forward, letting the snowflakes fall gently from the endless sky of Pingxiang.

That's it, it's just snowing.

So it's better to come back to your senses and go home.

Either way, whether she remembered it or not, whether the snow was the first snow or not, fluttered and sprinkled, and that was enough.

It's enough to think in your heart, but it's enough to say it.

Actually, the heart is not enough.

After all, he still hopes that there will be a beautiful misunderstanding.

No, Cheng Xing still doesn't want it to be a misunderstanding, he hopes it's true.

Cheng Xing passed by the familiar place, downstairs of her house, looked up, and looked at the house, he was looking for the familiar wooden window, the wooden window full of coal dust.

The windows are not the same, are the people still there? Not here anymore.

However, the wooden windows of that year are gone, the coal dust of the year is gone, and the windows in the line of sight are all aluminum alloy doors and windows.

Cheng Xing stared blankly, wanting to see her.

No, she's not here anymore.

Spotless, the windows are bright and clean, a beautiful new makeup, only the snowflakes that skim the soundproof glass, one by one, one by one...... The pure white like silver is flawless, and the white and crystal clear like jade, like the jade leaves and silver flowers thrown by her in the wooden window back then.

The windows are very clean and modern, but Cheng Xing doesn't want these, he wants the same as before.

I want her from before.

But no, where is she?

Cheng Xing clearly remembers that her hair is black and beautiful, her eyes are black and shiny, and she likes to wear black dresses, so the neighbors call her Black Girl, but in fact, her name is Cheng Shuhua.

Cheng Shuhua was stunned, is it a subconscious effect?

She really hopes that she is the person Cheng Xing wants to see the most, and she hopes to be the person Cheng Xing desires to see the most.

Therefore, in her imagination, Cheng Xing's favorite heroine is herself.

She often leaned in a wooden window covered in coal dust and peeked at him coming home from school. And Cheng Xing always passed by her wooden window on time and looked up at Cheng Shuhua.

Cheng Shuhua hopes so.

In fact, Cheng Xing should not have such feelings for her.

Cheng Shuhua also hopes that from elementary school to high school graduation, he has not seen Cheng Shuhua up close. When she was a child, Cheng Xing invited her to come down and play many times, but she always shook her head and refused, and then disappeared into the wooden window.

I haven't been able to understand why?

He didn't understand at all, for what?

What does Cheng Shuhua think?

When she grew up, Cheng Xing invited her down to meet her many times, Cheng Shuhua bowed her head shyly, and then turned away resentfully, ignoring him no longer.

Until Cheng Xing was admitted to a university in a foreign country, every time he came back, Cheng Xing stood under the window and called her affectionately, Cheng Shuhua was very excited to lie in the wooden window, staring at him.

Cheng Xing saw that Cheng Shuhua was not uninteresting to him.

Cheng Shuhua is interesting, very interesting to her.

When Cheng Xing invited her down again, Cheng Shuhua slammed the window shut.

Why didn't she want to see him, why couldn't she go downstairs to see him when he loved her so much?

Cheng Xing never understood.

It wasn't until later, after graduating from university, that Cheng Xing went to Amsterdam to study abroad, intern, busy work, and long distance, so that Cheng Xing had lost this wooden window full of coal for a long time.

Now the wooden windows are gone, the black coal dust is gone, and the black girl Cheng Shuhua is gone.

Where did she go?

Where is she?

"Cheng Xing, are you back, why are you standing outside?"

Cheng Xing hopes that this voice is Cheng Shuhua's, but it is not his.

A gentle and considerate voice sounded, Cheng Xing came back to his senses, he turned his head, and saw his white-haired old mother, wearing a down jacket and cotton shoes, wearing a hat, staggering, and walking towards him with difficulty.

It was cold, and his mother came out for him, and came out to blow the snow.

Cheng Xing's heart tugged, his nose was sour, he left the coal city of Pingxiang, it was too long, his mother was old, he wanted to go home, return to his mother's side, and return to Pingxiang, the coal city where he was born and raised, he wanted to put on a makeup for Pingxiang, and he would continue to look for the black girl Cheng Shuhua.

It's just one thing, I still don't understand, I have been a neighbor for so many years, why didn't I see Cheng Shuhua go to school?

Why did her parents never let her come down to play?

Cheng Xing pulled the luggage with one hand and his mother's hand with the other, and returned home.

"Mom, is the family next door still here?"

Cheng Xing anxiously waited for his mother's answer.

He hoped that his mother would bring good news.

He really hoped that his mother told him that Cheng Shuhua was still living nearby, and perhaps, Cheng Shuhua was waiting for him.

Is it possible?

My mother smiled and said lightly: "Our old houses here have long been demolished, and they have all been built into new houses as beautiful as castles, and the doors, windows, materials, and decoration have all been replaced with the most advanced products." Because I was afraid that you would not find a home, my mother bought a well-decorated suite here. The family next door heard that they went to other places, because their only daughter went to work in other places. The neighbor is also quite strange, since his son lost his life while digging coal, he suddenly has a daughter, and he doesn't let her come out to communicate with anyone. ”

No way?

I never liked to go downstairs, why would I go to the field.

Field?

Mom's news was like a *, which blew Cheng Xing's heart to pieces.

He was silent, went back to his room, fell into bed, and slept all day, until his good friend came to his house and pushed him to the theater half-pushed.

Sitting down in the theater, Cheng Xing asked listlessly and half-deadly, "What are you doing here?" Don't tell me, you like to watch musicals?"

"I don't like this stuff, but there's a character you like. ”

The good friend smiled mysteriously, leaned back in the chair, put up Erlang's legs, hummed a little song in his mouth, and sang "Beautiful Pingxiang in the New Era".

"Below, please enjoy, the song and dance drama "Beautiful Pingxiang in the New Era", performer: Cheng Shuhua......"

As soon as the announcer's words fell, Cheng Xing instantly became energetic, stood up suddenly, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and shouted frantically: "What did he say? Cheng Shuhua? Cheng Shuhua is right? It's her, it's the black girl Cheng Shuhua......"