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Whenever on the eve of the holiday, some students begged the teacher to assign homework in advance so that they could finish it ahead of time, Xie Renfei would often suddenly appear from the back door of the classroom.

One sentence he said in the class is: "Students, don't complain, your homework will always arrive even though it is late."

Cheng Huan never expected the same for winter vacation homework.

"The six papers are in my folder, and they will be scored."

Li Tan put the plastic bag in Cheng Huan's hand on the balcony outside, and put his hand around the door to prevent the heater from running out.

She skillfully turned to the kitchen: "There is still mutton stewing in the pot, look for it after you finish eating."

Li Tan said as he walked, "Go and wash your hands first, and you can eat after washing."

It's like it's been done a thousand times.

Gradually, it overlapped with Guilanfang's voice calling her to eat.

Cheng Huan pinched the corners of his eyes, frowned, and complained in a tone of voice: "Why don't you close the kitchen door while cooking? The smoke is choking."

As she said, she rushed to the sink and carefully polished the foam in her hands.

Cheng Huan remembered that the first time he came to Li Tan's house, he used soap to wash his hands, but at some point, there was a bottle of hand sanitizer next to the soap box.

Soap really cleans better than hand sanitizer.

Cheng Huan rubbed each of his fingertips with soap expressionlessly.

Li Tan seemed to have planned to pull her in for dinner. After washing his hands, Cheng Huan looked at the pot of stewed mutton in front of him, and looked suspiciously at Li Tan.

She stewed mutton, copied a plate of green vegetables, and cooked warm millet porridge.

There is nothing to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief.

Cheng Huan felt that Li Tan's heart was not dead.

Perhaps aware of Cheng Huan's thoughts, Li Tan calmly served her a bowl of porridge without raising his head: "The three-day serving was originally stewed, so I can still eat it tomorrow when it's hot."

Cheng Huan narrowed his eyes, biting off a piece of mutton in doubt.

The mutton cooked by Guilanfang always has a somewhat stinky smell. She doesn't dislike it, but she doesn't like it too much.

But Li Tan perfectly solved this problem.

The small piece of tender mutton is full of flavor, without any fishy smell, tender and delicious, with a little spicy taste, so fresh that Cheng Huan almost bit his tongue.

Cheng Huan was surprised: "Why does it still smell like oranges?"

Li Tan glanced at her: "I used orange peel to remove the smell, maybe I put a little too much this time, and I shouldn't be able to taste it normally."

The atmosphere at the dinner table was too harmonious, maybe it was because the final homework brought them back to reality, maybe it was because of the fireworks surrounding the room while eating.

In short, the gloom of last night and morning seemed to have been swept away.

Both Li Tan and Cheng Huan are very relaxed.

Cheng Huan poked the meat with his chopsticks: "You really know how to cook? Who taught you?"

Li Tan replied calmly: "No one teaches, just do it a few times and you'll be fine."

Cheng Huan was a little surprised: "Such hands-on ability?"

But she thought about it again, Li Tan had a way of beating people, thinking that cooking is also a test of motor nerves, maybe the two are compatible.

"But no matter how you say it, someone has to teach it? What if it's made into a dark dish at the beginning?"

"Just look at it more." Li Tan picked out the dried chili peppers, "If it is broken, you will be beaten. If you beat it a few more times, it will be ready."

After Li Tan finished speaking, he consciously slipped his mouth.

She then added: "At first, I would ask my neighbors, but later I searched for recipes online."

Li Tan was a little embarrassed. She looked up at Cheng Huan, and found that the other party didn't respond much. She was drinking millet porridge on her own, and then buried her head in eating.

Cheng Huan took a mouthful of porridge, and suddenly smiled: "If you are so good at taking care of people, why do you stew mutton for me? I don't know if it's not good to eat this kind of food on an empty stomach?"

Li Tan shook his head: "It doesn't matter what you eat, as long as you eat slowly and don't feel uncomfortable."

She seemed to have a lot of experience: "Anyway, it is more nutritious than porridge."

Cheng Huan spat out the small bones of the lamb chops on the table, and said calmly, "Li Tan, tell me your story."

Li Tan paused, his tone indifferent, "Don't you know everything?"

Cheng Huan didn't smile this time, she just looked at Li Tan with a normal attitude: "I want to hear from you."

"In exchange, you tell me yours and I tell you mine."

Li Tan: "Why?"

She was in the company of misfortune in He County, and everyone avoided talking about it.

She also knows some girls, even those who are widely commented as "open" outside, will blush slightly when talking about related issues, flirting for a while before continuing.

Cheng Huan said casually: "You can only avoid it by looking directly at it. The pain must be spoken out."

It's just that the pain we look at directly can be from the past or new, but it's definitely not the one to avoid.

Only by looking directly at another pain can we avoid the current pain.

It takes repeated tearing of the wound to cover up the added pain.

Cheng Huan swallowed the soft glutinous rice grains in small mouthfuls: "Me first?"

Li Tan paused, and said first: "I don't remember when I was abducted to He County..."

Once Pandora's box is opened, it can never be closed again.

The two of them tell their stories under the bright light. The past is full of misfortune. It is difficult to face it. Although they both try to be concise and not let themselves fall into that painful emotion, they list it piece by piece. , took much more time than they expected.

Li Tan originally thought that they would be two unrelated parallel lines in He County.

But as the details were revealed, Li Tan realized that the intersection between them was far more than she imagined.

For example, the sweet potato stand at the gate of the school; for example, the largest game hall in He County; for example, the sweet-scented osmanthus that fills the campus in autumn.

They all like to eat the hard and burnt part of the roasted sweet potato that has a bit of a burnt smell and the skin; it turns out that good students will also sneak into the game hall on weekends to play taiko masters; The article "Osmanthus Rain in My Hometown" is very impressive. When the sweet-scented osmanthus is in full bloom, the petals are picked to make sachets or spices.

Li Tan hated He County.

But she didn't expect that there are so many things worth remembering in He County.

They are like two waves, opening and closing, occasionally intersecting, but never officially seeing each other.

Finally, they met at Dongmen Bridge, overlapped, and then went back and forth for three years, and then met again at Baitan.

This time, two waves of similar amplitude meet each other.

After the story was told, the food was completely cold.

Cheng Huan got up, the chair slid back an inch, and Zila made a sound on the floor, "Thank you for your dinner."

She praised: "It's delicious."

Li Tan also stood up, and went to the study to find Xie Renfei's paper to pass to Cheng Huan, but she found that Cheng Huan had already started packing up the dishes and going into the kitchen.

"You can't rub your rice in vain."

Cheng Huan turned on the tap to wash the dishes.

"It's not good to involve too much."

Cheng Huan has a steelyard in his heart.

Li Tan has a good impression of her, so everything seems to be taken for granted.

If it was before, Cheng Huan would of course regard Li Tan as one of the suitors and enjoy this kind of pursuit and preference.

But Li Tan is different from others.

This difference is very subtle, from the past, from the attitude, from the behavior... All kinds of subtle differences are twisted together.

Cheng Huan couldn't feel at ease.

So she took a step back instead of being proactive.

Li Tan approached her unconsciously, and she could only maintain this delicate balance and distance by retreating equidistantly.

Cheng Huan went back with instant noodles and homework after washing the dishes.

There is one paper for each subject, and Cheng Huan calculated it and found that the time left for her to catch up with her homework is only tomorrow and the next two days.

She struggled for a while, and decided to give Xie Renfei a blank paper.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Cheng Huan woke up several times in the middle of the night, but still overslept.

No one woke her up, and there was no smell of breakfast, and the room was eerily quiet.

Cheng Huan subconsciously called out "Grandma, what are you eating this morning", but suddenly fell silent after asking.

Even in her worst days, she could still hear the abuse of the couple slamming the door and quarreling.

Cheng Huan didn't know which was more terrifying, dead silence or rumors.

She slowly sat up from the bed, changed her clothes, made herself a cup of instant noodles, finished eating in two or three bites, picked up the small bottle on the bedside table, and was about to go out.

As soon as she went out, the snow wind blowing in the wind poured into her neck, Cheng Huan turned around and put on a white scarf before she got up the courage to go out again.

There are not many means of transportation during the Chinese New Year, so Cheng Huan walked for a long time before reaching Baitan Park.

Baitan is adjacent to the river and the sea. The municipal government has enclosed a piece of land at the mouth of the sea, built a long embankment, and turned it into a park.

When Cheng Huan saw Li Tan on the bench, his first reaction was, why does this person linger?

Facing Jiang Hai, Li Tan didn't seem afraid of the cold, he only put on a black and gray woolen overcoat, and held a cigarette in his hand.

Li Tan turned her head back as if aware of it, and her surprised expression also revealed her heart.

"Why are you here?" Cheng Huan tiptoed over and found that Li Tan's eyelashes were covered with snowflakes, but it melted away quickly.

Li Tan put on black leather gloves, put out his cigarette in the snow, and then pointed to his feet, "Fishing."

It was only then that Cheng Huan realized that there was a fishing rod lying across Li Tan's feet, and a small bucket was leaning against the bench, with a few wild fish in it, motionless.

"The vegetable market was closed, and I suddenly wanted to eat fish, so I came here."

Faced with Shang Chenghuan's speechless expression, Li Tan coughed twice and explained.

Cheng Huan's expression was still unpredictable.

Li Tan's ears were red, and he changed the subject: "What about you? What are you doing here?"

Cheng Huan wore white leather boots, a white down jacket, long chestnut hair tucked into a white knitted hat, and a white scarf, almost blending into the snow from head to toe.

She walked up to Li Tan, turned her back to her, took out the glass bottle, and said to herself, "Grandma told me before that she wants to scatter the ashes in the river and sea after death, so she can come and go freely."

Li Tan also stood up when he heard this, and walked quietly beside Cheng Huan.

Footsteps creaked in the snow.

"She doesn't like having people trapped alive, or being stuck in the same place all the time."

Trembling, Cheng Huan uncorked the bottle, and then spilled the bottle into the river and sea.

Those powders are scattered like snowflakes drifting in the sky.

With a plop, the bottle sank below the surface of the water, then floated leisurely, and moved forward slowly along the current.

As for the others, they were swept away by the wind and disappeared in the snowy sky.

The two were silent for a long time, Li Tan took a peek at Cheng Huan and found that her eyelashes were frozen.

She took a deep breath, twisted up the fishing rod, put away the fishing rod, and was about to leave.

Li Tan seemed unintentional, and casually asked, "Will you come to drink fish soup tonight?"

Cheng Huan sniffed and said in a muffled voice, "Okay."

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Mo Defeeling, Oouo, escape from the tiger's mouth, and a delicious muffin;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 9 bottles of LLLL, Yun; 7 bottles of Kunpeng; 5 bottles of light clouds and wind; 3 bottles of hazy moonlight in the rainy season;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!