[Love and Producer Xu Mo] Many hours a day

Finally, it is the Spring Festival again.

Xia Anran had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

I remember two days ago, when I chatted with my classmates about emotional topics, Xia Anran half-jokingly said, "The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and I can send happy new year to my biology teacher again!"

In a blink of an eye, this day really came.

This new year, looking at Xu Mo's circle of friends, he is traveling in Sicily.

He visited castles, streets, and coasts. In the photos, he took the same poses and shooting angles as the protagonists in old movies in many movie locations.

Such as "The Godfather", such as "Blue Sea and Blue Sky", such as "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily".

Xia Anran didn't wait until the day when the New Year officially started.Early on Monday morning, when it was New Year's Eve in China, she sent Xu Mo her New Year's greetings.

"Mr. Xu Mo, Happy New Year!"

"An'an Happy New Year!" Xu Mo immediately replied in seconds.

The expected answer.Like the past three New Years, it is this kind title——

But maybe it was because the room was too quiet in the morning, maybe it was because she hadn't woken up from last night's dream, or maybe it was because the unfinished summer school application paperwork piled on her mind.

Xia Anran did not feel the expected surprise.

Only unexpected indifference.

And a kind of transparent emotion that neutralizes the comfort of the quiet years and the ruthless sadness of time.

"Time flies so fast, another year has passed." Xia Anran sighed.

This sentence is more, but also talking to myself.

"Yeah, you're going to college soon."

That's right.

Xia Anran looked at the message from Teacher Xu Mo.

She looked straight at it, without seeming to be too excited.

Although a corner of her heart shouted "This is a message from Ares", but she looked at the message from Xu Mo and imagined his appearance, her heart was only indifferent and calm.

But the habit, a trace of confusion, and a trace of reluctance made her think of a way to continue this conversation—even if she was at a loss for words when facing Xu Mo for the first time, and didn't know how to reply, because as she grew older, As the number of things increased, she gradually developed the habit of not being able to read the news.

But she still came up with a word and sent it.

"When you go to college, you can major in biology!"

This time Xu Mo didn't reply in a second.

After a few minutes, he replied, "Yes."

There are no extra words, and Xia Anran doesn't feel any extra emotions.

Xia Anran smiled half-mockingly, remembering Teacher Xu Mo's setting of traveling abroad, and decided to reach a reconciliation with her habit and unwavering inner heart.

She edited the last message and sent it. "Haha, don't bother Mr. Xu Mo for the holidays. I wish Mr. Xu Mo's family happiness and have fun traveling in Sicily!"

Xu Mo: "Thank you! You are the same."

Xia Anran stared at this message for a while.

After all, she still didn't follow her usual habits.After finding the logical loophole in the reply "I didn't travel in Sicily, so the wish for a happy trip doesn't apply to me", she finally exited the message box and didn't reply any more.

Then, move on.Look at the circle of friends, look at the group of classmates, and send blessings to the family, with the same indifference.

The nostalgia when the Spring Festival was approaching last year, and the touch when I received his reply message are still vivid in my memory.

Perhaps, she really let go.

Or maybe, growing up is to learn to adapt to the heart that is becoming more and more difficult to warm up.

When Xia Anran recalled that moment a day later, that moment had already passed.

Do you regret it?she asked herself.

No regrets, she did nothing wrong.

Perhaps those passions will eventually recede.

Perhaps the bond between the two, apart from sparks and honey, can also be like Qingshui.

Indifferent, but connected to each other in a corner that is sometimes not discovered.