There is only the last day left in February and the weather is still cold.

The temperature at night is less than 2℃, which can be said to be cold in the humid Liangcheng.

The first floor of Song Ran’s house was originally cool and comfortable to live in summer, but this season was so cold. Song Ran opened the door and entered the house, Li Zan followed him in, stood in the porch and looked at the ground.

Song Ran said in a hoarse voice: "My home has a cement floor, so you don't need to change your shoes."

Li Zan glanced inside the house and asked, "Do you live alone?"

"Well. This is my grandparents' house, and they all passed away."

Song Ran put down her bag, turned on the electric heater immediately, and said, "You bake the fire first, I'll wash my face." Although she didn't cry anymore, her face was covered with tears.

Li Zan nodded and said, "Okay."

Song Ran walked away a few steps and turned around. Seeing that he was still standing there, he looked a little dazed, and pointed to the sofa: "Sit down."

"Hey." He walked over.

Song Ran went to the bathroom to water his face with cold water. When he looked up, he saw that his eyes were red and swollen in the mirror, which was so ugly.

When she went out, Li Zan sat on the sofa, slightly bowed her back and roasted the fire.

He put his elbows on his knees, his hands were symmetrical and slender, and his head was flipped around on the stove. The flames reflected between his fingers, illuminating the pink and tender flesh. He also reflected a warm red light on his face, but there was an indescribable loneliness in his calm expression.

Since seeing you again this year, Song Ran has never seen him like this at this moment; or in other words, he has never seen him like this before, as if the hot fire could not melt the loneliness in his eyes.

She thought that in the past six months, when she had not faced the mirror or faced anyone, she should have looked like this.

Song Ran walked over and sat on the small sofa next to her, and also arched her body slightly to burn the fire. Her hands were separated from him for a distance, neither close nor far away.

After entering the house for a while, my body was still cold and the coldness had not subsided. She asked, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"It's been a while," he said, "You can't get your phone connected."

“There’s no power.”

"Um."

"How could you come here today?"

"I think what you said may be right in that case."

"But you are right. Wang Han lied to me... He can't say he cheated, he made a 1% fact."

They are all right, but they are all wrong.

At this moment, they didn't seem to want to have a deep conversation on this issue, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding.

I have something more to say in my heart.

He and her sat at a right angle, both of them staring at the stove, rubbing and flipping their hands, revealing a little uneasiness in their hearts.

Finally, he looked up at her and said, "Go and have some water."

"Um?"

Li Zan said: "Your voice is a little hoarse."

I just cried.

Song Ran was stunned for a moment, and then realized that her throat was dry and astringent, and it hurt very much. She got up and went to the kitchen to make two cups of warm water, and handed Li Zan a cup.

Li Zan held the cup and asked, "Do you often cry after returning from Dongguo?"

Song Ran lowered her eyes and said, "I won't cry."

Li Zan said: "Because of 926?"

Song Ran's hand froze, said softly with a "um" and said in self-reflection: "Maybe because I'm not strong enough, I always feel it hurts."

"It's okay." Li Zan said, "I think it's a little softer, it's also good."

Song Ran looked up at him, he lowered his head slightly, and the flames reflected on his side face, which was particularly soft and warm.

From childhood to adulthood, my parents always criticized her for her fragility and her not being strong enough. No one ever told her that I think it is good to be softer.

Li Zan said: "Do you know what it was like when I first saw CANDY?"

"What?" Her heart tightened slightly.

"The world in the photo feels sad and desolate. But at the same time, it is very proud and grateful."

Song Ran was stunned: "Why?"

"Because I know the photographer. She has allowed the world to see the suffering of a country. I feel honored to know her."

"My comfort may not work, but I think only those who have fought side by side with you are qualified to evaluate you. I think," Li Zan raised his eyes and looked directly at her, "I have at least a greater say than those who don't know you."

His eyes were firm and gentle, as if they were powered, penetrated her eyes and hit her heart warmly.

Song Ran's nose suddenly felt sore, and he hurriedly lowered his head.

After entering the house for a long time, I sat around the stove, and my cold hands were gradually warming up.

She blinked the wetness in her eyes and smiled at herself with her lips pursed.

He finished half a glass of water and got up and put the cup aside.

She looked up at his ears,

"What about you? Or is it an ear problem?"

"It's okay to listen to the sound." Li Zan sat back and saw that Song Ran was still looking at him stubbornly, so he slowly added the truth, "Sometimes it will tinnitus and silence."

She frowned: "Is it serious?"

"It's not serious at ordinary times, but at work," he lowered his head and rubbed his nose, "if it touches the bomb..."

Song Ran understood and asked, "What do you think of the doctor?"

"Stress trauma. Because of being injured by a bomb, the body's instinct is repelled."

"Can it be cured?"

"I don't know." He rubbed his hands hard, with an obscure expression. "It's said it depends on the time, but no one knows how long it will take."

Song Ran looked at his hands silently, his hands were slender and had strong joints. Xiaoqiu said that they were hands that could play the piano.

She didn't comfort him, but suddenly asked, "Do you want to go back to your previous post?"

He was silent.

Half a moment later, just as she was about to speak, she whispered: "Tell the truth, God will hear it."

Li Zan pursed her lips and replied: "I really want to."

Half a year later, he was self-ansuspered, pretending to be indifferent, unwilling to admit that he was a loser, and always avoiding the desire in his heart. But at this moment, he had absurd hope that if he admitted, it would bring good luck, and he was willing to face his unwillingness.

Song Ran said something silently in his heart, then nodded vigorously, as if he was talking to himself: "It will definitely be fine."

Li Zan suddenly smiled softly, frowned and laughed, "Your comfort is too perfunctory."

"It's true. If you are very eager for something, then this thing will definitely come true."

Li Zan obviously didn't believe in this kind of non-science and asked: "Who said it? Are you?"

"What I experienced personally, what I really longed for, has come true... But," Song Ran whispered, "Some people also say that if you want to improve your condition, you have to stay away from the stimulus."

"Stay away?" Li Zan raised his chin slightly and narrowed his eyes. He did not agree. "Pain is to 'think' but not to get away. Only by 'thinking' can we stay away. But if we don't 'think', the pain is to slim and happiness is gone."

"So I think this is nonsense, too." Song Ran rubbed his fingers and said, "It's easy to comfort others, but in the end I have to continue to struggle."

"Yes." Li Zan pulled the corner of his lips indifferently, lowered his head to continue looking at the stove.

I just stood outside for a few hours and it was so cold. Now I sit inside the house and watch the fire in the stove for a long time, the temperature gradually penetrates into my eyes.

The two of them talked about each other and I talked about each other in detail.

There seems to be no comfort; there seems to be no persuasion.

Just talk, listen; that's all.

The cold wind whistled outside the house, and the inside of the house gradually warmed up.

It was getting dark, and suddenly the sound of Grandma Wang knocking on the door next door came from outside: "Are Ranran at home?"

Song Ran looked at Li Zan and quickly stood up: "I'm here."

Grandma Wang had already pushed open the yard door and walked in.

Song Ran opened the door and grandma handed her a needle: "Oh, my eyes are not good again. If you can't penetrate the needle, you can't. Ranran will put the thread on grandma."

As soon as Song Ran took the needle and thread, Grandma Wang looked into the room, saw Li Zan, and whispered: "Are there any guests at home?"

"Yes." Song Ran lowered her head and threaded Grandma Wang.

I don’t know if she had been staring at the fire in the stove for a long time, but Song Ran’s eyes were red and a little dazzled. She kept blinking and didn’t get in after a long time.

Grandma Wang smiled: "Look at you young people, your eyesight is similar to that of me, an old woman. I have stayed up late and haven't been asleep recently?"

Li Zan got up and walked over and said, "I'll try."

Song Ran handed it to him, he held the tiny needle and thread, looked at it intently, and gently penetrated it, and the thin thread drilled into the pinhole.

Grandma Wang took the needle and thread and smiled and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Li Zan said quietly, "Please pay attention to the steps."

"Okay." The old man walked out with his knees carefully, "Thank you, young man."

Li Zan glanced at his watch and it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

He looked at Song Ran, pursed his lower lip unnaturally, and said, "I should almost leave."
To be continued...