In her dreams, she can always see butterflies dancing on the grave.

Gorgeous wings.

Colorful colors.

She has an innocent little flower pinned to her ear. She chased the butterfly and smiled like a bell.

The wind didn't mean to blow. Quiet Shan Ye is very warm.

……

That dream, her childhood.

Short and carefree.

……

"Rinrin Bell ..."

The crisp and harsh alarm sounded.

Half past five.

She closed her eyes and frowned slightly, then relaxed, pressed the alarm clock and sat up in bed.

After washing, she smiled at herself in the mirror.

Song Xiaoshu, come on, make more money today.

I forget when it started. She says this to herself every morning.

In the mirror, she looks yellowish, but she is full of energy.

So she is no different from every morning.

Five forty-five.

As expected, she went out on time.

The rusty paint door was pushed open, and suddenly, a gentle snowflake was mixed with the cold wind. She stood under the eaves of the house, raised her head slightly, but still smiled.

The third snow this year.

She turned around and pushed out her most expensive property-the precious "grandfather" electric bicycle from the narrow room.

At first, she rode an ordinary bike to deliver milk, but later she found that there was only one o'clock in the morning. If she stops trying to speed up and shorten the journey, she can't deliver more milk and earn more money.

So for the sake of "long-term benefit", she bought this electric bicycle despite gnashing her teeth for a long time. Facts have proved that her plan is correct. The number and income of "customers" have been increasing, and today there is a new customer.

A smile appeared on her face again.

Although, it's a little stiff.

It is still dark.

In the alley, there was the sound of the car "starting".

Her day started like this.

*

His day started like this.

Six twenty.

His punctual biological clock.

Get up.

Washington State

Squeeze out some milky shaving cream and apply it evenly on your chin, then take out a clean razor and scrape off the slight beard residue inch by inch.

He didn't wear glasses in the mirror, his black eyes were slightly narrowed and he looked serious.

He is Fang Jiaming.

A doctor.

Whether it is a scalpel or a razor in his hand, he is used to being careful and meticulous.

After cleaning, he went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Fried eggs.

Toast.

And sausages.

And a cup of black coffee.

A nutritious but unchanging breakfast.

After dinner, he put the tableware on the counter, then took the remaining sausages out of the oven and put them in a small iron bowl.

Go out of the kitchen and put the bowl in front of the cat curled up in the corner.

It doesn't move.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth.

This cat is really lazy and loves to sleep.

A week ago, he adopted this fat white cat named "Little Dudu".

A patient gave it to him.

An eight-year-old girl, two dimples and a pair of tiger teeth.

Doctor, I'll give you a little toot. Will you take care of it for me in the future?

The child's pale and gentle smiling face remained in his mind.

The day after the cat gave it to him.

That little girl, she's gone forever.

The line of sight behind the lens is instantly precipitated.

"Ding ... bells ... Ding ..."

The wall clock on the wall struck seven times.

Seven o'clock sharp.

He turned around and turned on the TV as usual to watch the morning news.

A long time.

"Meow ... meow ..."

Maybe the slightly higher voice of the TV disturbed it. A few minutes later, the cat in the corner gave out a faint meow, half-opened its watery eyes lazily, leaned out slightly after seeing the sausage in the iron bowl in front of it, stuck out its tongue and licked it, and gradually ate it with relish.

He glanced at the corner, shook his head, and turned down the volume of the TV, knowing that the cat, as its name suggests, would sleep after eating.

Look back at the TV screen.

Sigh.

His life is neat and quiet.

A new pet will make him feel interesting.

Finding and observing its habits is almost a flattering gesture to feed and take care of it.

I told myself that it was because of my promise to the dead girl, but whenever I saw Xiao Dudu's laziness and disdain for him, I couldn't help asking if this lazy cat was perfunctory in responding to his loneliness.

Life goes on.

His companionship and love are long gone.

He gave himself another three years to let his heart cool down completely.

Thirty-three

Finally, he wants to approach another kind of "life" set by his family and parents.

He can continue to be a doctor

However, regarding marriage, he can't help himself, and there is no reason to insist.

When love dies, everyone who bears his last name will be the same.

He understood and saw through.

……

7: 30.

The morning news is over.

He simply tidied up his sundries and personal belongings, which is also his habit.

After everything was tidied up, he put on his suit and coat, picked up his briefcase and raised his wrist. At 7: 45, as usual, he went out on time.

Push the door open.

The sky was still a little dark, but a vast expanse of white silver suddenly appeared in front of him.

The wind is biting and the snow is falling.

The third snow this year.

In my heart, but somehow some warmth.

When snow melts, it becomes spring.

Maybe he has stopped loving, but he still remembers what she said and believes it.

Suddenly.

Not far away, under the white sky, a figure like riding a car staggered towards him.

*

Figure from far to near.

He can't help a ash.

My first reaction was a snowman riding a bicycle. ...

So, inexplicably, his mouth opened slightly.

The "snowman" in front of him was panting, trying to say something, but he seemed to be out of breath and caressing his chest. He noticed a box in the back seat of the car, which said "xx Milk".

It turned out to be a milk delivery.

He did order milk for half a year yesterday because he was forced to sell it.

Snowman seems to see his smile. He shook the snowflake awkwardly, then sideways took out a bottle of milk from the box in the back seat and handed it to him. "This is the milk you ordered."

A crisp and pleasant voice.

He was surprised to find that "Snowman" was a girl.

He came forward to take the milk and saw that the bangs in front of her brim were wet and slightly hot.

That's sweat.

Cheeks are red.

That's because of the cold.

The moment she hit his line of sight, the girl was obviously dazed for a moment, and then she bowed her head.

That timid look suddenly reminded him of another face.

"I'm really ... sorry ... it could have been delivered before 7: 30, but my car ran out of power on the way, so it delayed some time. It really won't happen next time. " She knows that most "customers" order milk for breakfast, so she will deliver milk to every household before 7: 30. But the sudden breakdown of the car delayed her to deliver the last car for nearly 20 minutes, and then she saw that the car was mainly going out. The most terrible thing is that this is her "new customer".

"It doesn't matter." He smiled and nodded, which was an indifferent thing to him. He didn't drink milk, but ordered milk just to fill the fat cat's stomach, and the girl's timid but sincere voice seemed to have done something quite wrong.

"Then thank you." The girl looked up, her pupils suddenly lit up and smiled at him.

"Do you want to come in to avoid the snow?" Looking at the girl covered in snowflakes again, he couldn't help talking.

"Ah … no … no," she looked up and trembled, knowing that she had said something she shouldn't have said.

Not so good.

That obviously means wanting to enter.

However, inexplicably, intuitively, the man in front of me is steady and harmless, even warm.

She is in a trance, but very calm.

"Never mind, come in." He smiled at her, turned and took the key to open the door.

[Butterfly outside Fan: Warm Tea]

Some encounters are fate, perhaps, at the moment of warming you, my heart was comforted.

*

Clean and tidy.

Spacious.

Also, warmth.

Interior decoration design is simple and high-grade.

The light shines down, which is the glory of one room.

He must be rich.

Her first reaction.

She stood at the door, hesitating whether to take off her shoes. After all, the floor seems too clean.

"Never mind, come in." Suddenly, she heard a man's deep voice.

It doesn't matter.

This is the third time he has said these three words to her since just now.

Slightly raised his head and greeted the man's eyes with a smile.

Heart, inexplicably hitched.

A gentle, beautiful and imposing man.

In the bright light, she could see at a glance.

Try to recover your sight peacefully, but the corners of your mouth raise a deep arc.

The man took her in and extended his hand to the sofa. "Sit down."

She nodded and chose to sit on the sofa in the corner.

"Do you want tea or coffee?" The man asked her.

"thank you, no need ... no need." That's it. It's already presumptuous.

"Tea, green tea?" The man "ignored" her refusal and told her, but the kind smile on his face never disappeared.

She pursed her lips and nodded.

The man turned and went to the kitchen, leaving her alone in the living room.

Somehow, hanging chest a little sigh of relief. I took off my hat and my long braids hung down. Except for the bangs on the forehead, the hair is still dry, but after the snow melts, it gradually becomes wet and cold.

"Meow ..."

Frowning.

Is she delusional? Why ... there is a cat meowing. ...

Subconscious eyes looking around, sure enough. ...

There is a white cat curled up on the left side of the sofa.

"Well ..."

"What a fat cat, isn't it?"

She suddenly raised her head and pulled the corners of her mouth slightly embarrassed.

Seeing her "true face", he was dazed. How did she hide such a long braid in her hat? ...

Her appearance is beautiful, but her face is a little yellow. As a doctor, his intuition told him that this was the result of malnutrition.

A girl delivers milk every morning, even on such a snowy day. ...

He handed her the hot tea in his hand and she took the teacup. "Thank you," she said.

Take a sip, and the tea will come to your face, making you feel warm and refreshing. Holding a slightly hot cup with cold fingers, the body seems to be less cold.

The girl's satisfied expression made him feel something was wrong instantly.

"Meow ..." I don't know when it finally woke up. He felt a slight scuffing at the hem of his trousers, so he looked up. He knew it was a sign that it was begging for food. Only when the cat is hungry will it be so spoiled, obedient to him, or almost "dismissive" of him. However, he obviously just fed it a sausage.

He sighed, poured half the freshly heated milk into his iron bowl, and then began to drink happily. He was immediately left aside.

"Gee ..." This situation made her not realize that she had made a slightly "contemptuous" sound. "Too pampered. It should lose weight, not drink milk. " Then, what she blurted out made herself unbelievable.

She subconsciously covered her mouth and bowed her head.

In a word, people and cats are offended.

"Hehe ... I think so, too." Indeed, if you feed it any longer, it is estimated that it really can't walk.

Male ... smile ...

She raised her head and clenched the cup in her hand.

He smiled.

No bad feelings, even agree with her words.

So, she also smiled.

……

Although the topic didn't continue, the atmosphere was not as tense as before, and the conversation with him was brief, she felt her body and mind warm together when sipping the fragrant tea in the cup.

My eyes fell on the growing snow outside the window. "This snow is the biggest one this year."

"The third snow."

"However, the snow has melted, and spring will come soon." She turned to look at him with a smile on her lips, but suddenly she found that he was looking at her in surprise.

"I ... I said something wrong ... did I ..." She had palpitations and bit her lip.

"no ...no." He looked straight and pulled his mouth. "It's just that someone once said something similar to me."

Spring comes when the snow melts.

When snow melts, it becomes spring.

Almost exactly the same.

Xu Mo also told him.

Then, he kept it firmly in mind.

"I see." She closes her eyes, it must be someone who has special meaning to him, otherwise it's just a similar sentence, which can make his truest emotions written on his face instantly.

A long silence.

She took a sip of half-warm tea. "I should go. Thank you very much for your green tea. " She got up and put the cup on the coffee table.

He smiled and nodded. "I'll walk you out."

At the door, he opened the door for her.

"Well, goodbye." She said. Smiling.

"Well, goodbye." He nodded.

She walked out of the door and suddenly turned around after a few steps. "My name is Song Xiaoshu," she seemed to scream in a voice mixed with snowflakes, vague but clear.

"My name is Fang Jiaming." He was about to close the door when he heard his name.

This time, she smiled happily.

Turn around, ride a bike, and then gradually disappear into the vast white snow and come to his gaze.

He raised his wrist. It's already a quarter past eight. It seems that he will be late for the first time.

However, there is still a smile on his face.

[Butterfly outside Fan: Welcome]

The first night after snow.

The whole city was soaked in the water-red cold.

She stood at the door of a Korean restaurant, wearing a long and thin Korean dress, her cheeks were red with cold, but she was greeted with a smile.

Her second job is as a guest in a hotel.

"Welcome!"

The moment I bent down and looked up, the smile froze on my face for a moment, and then it became more brilliant.

I met him for the second time in one day.

His surprise seems to be no less than hers. For an instant, he nodded with a smile on his mouth, and when he turned to enter the door, his eyebrows frowned slightly.

Isn't this girl a little too hard on such a cold day and wearing so little?

Sitting by the door, you can see the girl standing at the door slightly tilting her head.

"Would you like to order now, sir?"

"No, I'm still waiting for someone."

"Ok, I'll come back later."

"Thank you ... by the way, wait a minute ..."

"What else can I do for you, sir?"

"How long will the guests at the door stand?"

"... she goes to work in the afternoon and gets off work at seven. "

"Standing outside all the time?"

"Yes, this is our hotel's respect for our guests."

……

It's half past three.

In other words, she will stand for three and a half hours.

respect ...

In fact, sometimes, it should be two-way.

……

When I closed my eyes, that sentence suddenly swayed in my ear.

Spring comes when the snow melts.

Has the girl been wandering in the ice and snow with such a mood?

Maybe, for him, it's just a similar sentence, but the girl and she should have the same childlike heart.

Also, this is the first time in his life that he has seen a girl lead such a hard but optimistic life.

Therefore, his mind will be inexplicably involved. Go inside.

Similarity and sympathy.

In his mind, a flash.

……

When he looked up again, the person he was waiting for was coming towards him.

Four eyes are opposite, and they are all polite and kind smiles.

"Jia Ming, have you been waiting for a long time?"

"No, I just arrived."

"Then let's order."

"Very good."

He called the waiters and ordered their own meals. After dinner, he was quiet and polite, and there would be some short conversations and polite smiles during the intermission.

There will be no embarrassment, no waves and no warmth.

This is the atmosphere when he and his fiancee have dinner together two or three times a week.

Sue.

Zhuang Jing, a noble daughter trained by a big family.

He thought, this should be her first impression and forever impression on everyone.

It took them only three months from blind date to engagement, and all matters were handled by both families. A typical business marriage is not only conducive to maintaining business ties between families and enterprises, but also conducive to future acquisitions and mergers.

Moreover, whether in the outside world or at home, he and Sue are indisputably regarded as a pair of "matchmakers".

As for marriage, he knew that he would eventually marry the right woman that he would never fall in love with or hate, just like many consortia.

Few people are spared.

Therefore, it seems that Guan Haonan is one of the few lucky and brave people who survived. You can marry the woman you love, regardless of her family background.

Once their marriage was despised by the upper class, Cinderella was not a fairy tale but a joke to some extent. And before Guan Haonan was so popular, many people wanted to make a fuss about their marriage. Sneer, spy, stab in the back ... sometimes, the more celebrities, the worse.

However, he had to admit that Guan Haonan left her well, and the public opinion and pressure from outside didn't affect their marriage at all. Even Xu Mo knows nothing about the outside world.

However, she deserves, deserves to have a solid wall to station for her and make her safe and secure.

His line of sight suddenly interrupted some confusion, inadvertently raised his head, bumped into the door and looked at him.

***

"Welcome to visit next time."

She kept her head down until they walked out of the door from the corner of her eye.

The woman holding his arm is beautiful and elegant, and every gesture has a different charm, which really suits him.

Fang jiaming.

Morning. He didn't tell her his name himself, and his mouth rose slightly, and she remembered it.

For her, it was a strange and real temperature.

Warm.

……

Although there is little body language, it can still be seen that he and his female companion should be lovers.

The way they eat together shows the same temperament and brilliance.

Perfect couple.

This kind of collocation seems flawless, dazzling and beautiful.

So, her eyes will stay for a long time, not because of him ... she said to herself.

However, at the moment when I bumped into his eyes, my heart seemed to panic because he was smiling.

The moment she saw his female companion holding his arm, she quietly lowered her head.

He still smiled and even nodded to her when he heard her "Welcome next time".

But she kept her head down and felt that she was going to be beaten back to her original shape.

Silent autumn surges, and the corners of the mouth have radiant radians.

Maybe it's that man who is really, really warm.

Then, unknown so's reason flashed in her mind, silently, and she was relieved.

A cold wind blew.

She was surprised, sneezed, sniffed and smiled again. "Welcome."

[Fan Waidie: Nightmare. Sweet dream (added and changed)]

"Don't! Don't! ... let me go! ..... Don't ... "

She woke up with a cry of near exhaustion.

Cold sweat.

Tears.

horrible

In the dark and cold hut, only her fear and crying were left in the corner of the bed.

How can I get rid of that shadow?

And when will the interweaving of dreams and nightmares end?

Outside the window, it is another snowy night.

In winter, it is really cold, very cold. ...

*

Seven forty-five.

He went out on time.

Lock the door, turn your head, and your eyes inadvertently fall on the milk box on the wall.

Empty.

Not yet.

It really won't happen next time ...

That girl said so yesterday, but she seems to have broken her word.

Is the car broken down again, or something else ...

For an instant, his mouth floated slightly, shaking his head for his inexplicable and redundant thoughts.

Down the steps, I walked to the garage, but I heard a low voice behind me, "Wait … Wait!" " "

Eyebrows frowning slightly, turn around.

It's her.

The girl rode in front of him, as if it was difficult to tear off the corners of her mouth. "I'm sorry I'm late ..."

Then, before the word "to" was uttered, her feet went soft and she fainted.

He subconsciously hold her tight, "what's the matter with you? ..... ",the girl opened her eyes weakly and closed them involuntarily.

He didn't notice that the girl's cheeks were flushed, there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and there was a purple halo under her eyes, which should be the trace of lack of sleep.

He held out his hand and put it on the girl's forehead.

Very hot ...

*

She has a fever of over 38 degrees and is slightly dehydrated.

Cold and fatigue.

Whether it's delivering milk in the winter morning or wearing a thin coat as a guest in the snowy afternoon, it's hard and low-paying work for a girl. This morning, she still had a high fever to deliver milk. ...

Although he doesn't know why girls work so hard, as a doctor, he can't agree with this kind of behavior that doesn't care about the body.

She sighed, looked at Zhang Xiuqing's sleeping face on the bed and shook her head unconsciously. Maybe, she is less than twenty years old.

……

He gave her an antipyretic, packed the medicine box and prepared to leave the bedroom.

"Don't!"

Suddenly there was a hoarse cry. Zheng, he turned and walked to the bed.

"Don't! Let me go! ..... Don't, don't ... "

She closed her eyes, the crying in her mouth became smaller and smaller, and gradually changed from fear to begging, while her outstretched hands seemed to have been pushing something away, struggling but unable. ...

She's having nightmares.

She was afraid, even desperate. ...

When his eyebrows tightened, he tried to shake her. "Wake up, are you okay? Don't be afraid ... "

The terrible voice in her mouth faded away, but she didn't wake up.

The tangle between his brow, but deeper.

Because, seeing her eyes, there are clear tears.

What kind of nightmare makes people cry in their dreams? ...

He never left again. He sat in a chair beside the bed and looked at her quietly.

Once, he did the same and saw a tearful sleeping face. ...

*

She woke up in a fit of thirst.

Struggling to hold up the heavy eyelids, consciousness has not fully awakened, white lips slightly open, instinctively exhale, "water, I want to drink water ..." Her throat hurts, but a few words also feel that she has exhausted most of her strength.

Close your eyelids gently, open them again, close them again, and open them again. ...

Gradually, there seems to be footsteps.

Light and heavy.

Suddenly, she was gently lifted by a pair of big hands and then leaned against a broad chest. "Come, drink some water," a gentle low coax sounded in her ear. She subconsciously opened her lips, and warm and sweet liquid immediately entered her throat, lungs and heart. ...

"Slow down, don't worry." He took out his handkerchief and wiped the water off her lips.

Reminding her, she turned her head hesitantly, and the moment she saw him, there seemed to be a glimmer of light in the turbid sight.

*

"You, I ..." As soon as she opened her mouth, she found herself frightened by her rough voice.

"This is my home. You passed out with a fever this morning. I gave you an injection to reduce your fever. You have slept for a while and your fever has gone down, but you should pay attention to rest in the next few days. " Knowing that her voice was sore and hoarse, he explained the cause and effect to her, and his voice was gentle and low, with a hint of blame and unbearable.

There is a medicine chest and a washbasin beside the bed, and there is a book on the chair where he sat before.

This man is taking care of her, even guarding her.

For a long time, no one treated her like this. She tasted too much warmth and alienation. It is hard for her to imagine anyone like him. They are not related by blood and hardly know each other. Plus today, they have only met three times. ...

On the first side, he sheltered her from a heavy snow and made a cup of hot tea to warm her hands.

On the second side, he had dinner with his girlfriend and smiled when he saw her.

On the third side, he took care of her with a cold and fever, put a towel on her, fed her water and stayed by her side.

Although it can be seen that all this is out of his normal mind, ...

Why?

I really want to ask him.

She looked at him for a long time, but she could only say to him in an almost silent voice, "Thank you … thank you."

He smiled and shook his head. "I am a doctor. Saving a life is right. "

It turns out that he is a doctor. She suddenly realized something, but more because you are really a warm person.

She tore off the corners of her mouth, pale and sincere. He taught her a lesson and helped her lie down. "In addition, nothing is more important than having a good body. Go to sleep for a while. "

She nodded and gathered her head.

Orbit, slight heat.

There is a warm warm current in my chest, but it seems that I am in a warm spring day in an instant.

Finally, gradually, go to sleep.

This time, she dreamed of a butterfly, the gorgeous butterfly. She chased it, running, running, walking lightly, smiling lightly, and at the end of the road, there was a glimmer of light. ...

He looked at the corner of the mouth of the girl who was about to fall asleep and raised several undetected radians. He knew that this time, she had a good dream.

Peace of mind.

For a moment, there was only one feeling in his heart.

……

She is a girl who will feel happy when she dreams of butterflies.

He is a person who will give people warmth inadvertently.

……

Happiness and warmth are always so close, but so far away. ...