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Do you have any money

At this moment, it was snowing in Beicheng. Lin Xiangnan, having lived in the south for a long time, did not feel overly excited by this unexpected snowfall. She simply stood quietly in front of the public telephone booth at the bus station, carefully unzipping her jacket pocket to take out a small piece of paper. The neatly folded paper seemed to carry a strong scent of fireworks. Lin Xiangnan stared at the row of phone numbers on it, lost in thought for a few seconds, and suddenly felt a pang in her nose, blurring her vision.

A very handsome short haircut, clearly styled with hair wax, exuding a bit of a delinquent attitude. She was merely surprised at how much this person resembled Gu Jian.

After a dull thud, the train continued to move forward

Immediately, some people turned their heads.

"What are you doing? Can't you even watch where you're walking?" the man beside me shouted rudely

The young man lowered his eyelids, unwilling to cast his gaze upon her again: "Come with me, Aunt Yang asked me to come." After this simple sentence, he turned around without looking back, walked to the private car by the roadside, bent down, and gently tapped twice on the driver's side window with his index finger.

I am Xiang Nan. A snowflake happened to fall on her eyelashes, instantly melting into liquid. She took a breath and said, "I have arrived"

May I ask if this is Yang Zhizhi

Years later, when recalling such a scene and the gradually fading expression of Lin Xiangnan at that time, his delicate and refined face still bore a layer of misty, indistinct reflection. Was it at that moment that, for him, such a her, regardless of what she had done, could be forgiven?

Uncle Hui, while speaking with the youth, couldn't help but turn his head to see a girl with long black hair struggling to carry a suitcase, swaying as she walked towards him.

The sneakers as clean as snow, deep blue jeans, and just a little higher—she tilted her head and saw the young man standing before her, like a statue. He was wearing a black thin cotton jacket, with a thick band of dark brown fur around the collar that connected to the hood. Large flakes of snow fell down, enveloping him like a halo, making his features even more radiant.

The train came to a sudden stop, akin to an emergency brake being applied.

In other words, he has watched this young man grow up before his eyes

Lin Xiangnan knew that he hated her. After years of living together, Lin Xiangnan did not truly understand what kind of person Lin Yaohua was, but he knew for certain that he must hate her. No one would accept that a woman who originally belonged to them would abandon her family and children to enjoy the splendid world outside, while they themselves spent so many years enduring the ridicule of others

The young man was about to open the car door when he turned his head and saw Lin Xiangnan standing about a meter away, her face pale and her body trembling. She stared with her large, hollow eyes, and her stubbornness was evident in the way her frozen, red fingers tightly gripped the handle of the box.

To the south, to the south

The sky outside the window has unknowingly detached from the heavy, descending darkness, now showing a hint of blue. The distant streetlights emit an orange-yellow glow. In March, the thick mist is clearly felt outside the glass window. Lin Xiangnan thinks that the North City she is heading to must be much colder than the southern town she is currently in

Lin Xiangnan was sitting next to a very unkempt man, whose greasy hair was visibly speckled with white flakes of dandruff. She felt a slight sense of disgust and tightened her body, but did not want to cause a scene in the aisle of the carriage. Suddenly, someone accidentally tripped over someone else's leg and fell directly towards her.

A pleasant male voice suddenly sounded behind Lin Xiangnan, drawing out an uncertain tone of "you..."

"Are you Lin Xiangnan?" The young man lowered his head, coldly scrutinizing her as she squatted in the snow, his gaze reflecting a sense of disdain, as if he were looking at a clown.

She finally arrived successfully in Beicheng

Lin Xiangnan quickly turned his head

I am. In the same indifferent tone, I did not feel embarrassed to suck back the snot that was about to flow out.

The person asking the question is Uncle Hui, the driver of the Jing family. He is very honest and sincere, having worked for the Jing family for many years. The exact number of years is no longer clear, but his hair has gradually turned white with the passage of time

When Lin Yaohua was in a good mood after winning some money in the small town, she once asked, "What is Beicheng really like?" Lin Yaohua, counting the crumpled bills in her hand, disdainfully replied, "Beicheng?" Then she snorted coldly, "It's nothing special, only a place for cheap women like Yang Zhizhi to go."

The sound of sighs intermittently echoed within the carriage, and those who had originally planned to disembark at this station had no choice but to reluctantly drag their heavy suitcases back along the same route.

Or rather, it resembles Gu Jian, who, when there is nothing left to say, simply waves his hand and says, "You may leave"

"Should we go pick her up?" Uncle Hui said with some concern

At first, she did not pay attention; staying for a long time in the cold air dulled her hearing, and she instinctively thought that the person she was conversing with was not herself. It was not until she heard footsteps crunching on the snow, getting closer and closer to her, that she slowly turned her head.

Lin Xiangnan stood up in confusion, biting his lip in silence as his body trembled, his legs shaking with a sense of soreness

Suddenly, an indescribable sensation struck the young man's heart. He trembled slightly, putting down the hand that was about to pull open the car door, and instead extended his long fingers in the opposite direction. The moment his fingers touched the handle of the box, he distinctly felt her sensitive body shrink back, causing the box to sway.

Unable to help but clench the fist that has already lost sensation

Yes. Who are you

The young man seemed to have no seat, standing straight in the aisle, his hands tapping away at his phone's keyboard. Gradually, he felt a gaze fixed on him from behind, so he slightly turned his head—just a small movement—but easily caught sight of the owner of the gaze, who then looked back at him with a hint of confusion.

Yang Zhizhi is Xiang Nan's mother, yet Lin Yaohua has never behaved like a typical man in a normal family. When he speaks of his wife to his daughter, he refers to her as "your mother" and continues to say this and that. He calls her by her name, Yang Zhizhi, without any emotion.

The person sitting in the driver's seat quickly lowered the window halfway after hearing the sound, their voice slightly hoarse: "Did you receive it?"

Of course, I also have to bring along the daughter of a troublesome person

However, Lin Xiangnan knew that even if he encountered someone who looked and had a personality that was one hundred percent the same as his, that person would absolutely not be him

The perpetrator steadied himself and said, "Hey? I didn't do it on purpose." His tone was one of indifference.

Lin Xiangnan, dressed simply, appeared somewhat out of place amidst the irregular sounds of countless suitcase wheels rolling forward. The entirety of her possessions consisted of a wicker suitcase she held in her hand, reminiscent of a girl from the Cultural Revolution embarking on a journey to a distant land. As she carried it, the combined weight of the clothes, books, and a large photo album inside the suitcase caused one of her shoulders to unconsciously tilt downward.

Lin Xiangnan could not help but raise his head to look at him

When the call was connected, she couldn't help but make a subtle gesture of swallowing, unsure whether it was due to nervousness, awkwardness, or the surrounding noise being too loud. It was only after the other party said "Hello, who is this" three times that she finally reacted

Lin Xiangnan recalled countless nights that were difficult to describe in terms of how terrible she felt, when Lin Yaohua, drunk, staggered and shouted: "You might as well get out of this house early and go find that damned woman! The little money you earn isn't even enough for me to have fun for one night. How can I afford to support you?" In moments of agitation, he would not forget to smash the nearly empty bottle of liquor against the wall. With a violent impact, the orange liquid transformed into transparency along with the glass shards of the bottle, spraying downwards. At that time, she simply buried her head in her hands, tightly hugging her knees, hiding by the bedside in silence, even her soft long hair was soaked with the scent of alcohol.

Her fingers were so cold that they must have long since numbed her nerves. He knew she had come from a small town in the south, enduring a long and bumpy journey, dressed lightly, and standing in such snowy weather for so long. He had thought that she, having never met him before, would be frightened to the point of tears, but she was not. She didn't even say anything unnecessary.

Dear passengers, we are now broadcasting a delay announcement. We apologize for the train malfunction and the subsequent halt, as it has not yet arrived at the station. We kindly ask passengers to remain calm and await further announcements

The familiar face gradually approached her, becoming increasingly blurred.

She remained stationary as Yang Zhizhi instructed. I do not wish to elaborate on this process, but approximately an hour later, the number of people in front of the train station gradually decreased. She was covered in snowflakes, crouching down like a snowman, embracing her weakened legs. Her bangs fell down, soft and clinging, casting a somewhat melancholic shadow on her face

Such a scene feels even colder than the weather during the coldest days of winter

The woman ran her fingers through her disheveled hair, the long journey leaving her feeling lethargic. She squinted at her watch, and just as she was about to say "no," the train's speaker suddenly emitted a distinctive "sizzle" sound, prompting her to awkwardly change her mouth shape and point with her finger: "Listen to the broadcast"

Lin Xiangnan had never seen a boy who looked so clean and refined, especially when facing her, exuding a calm demeanor.

A slight tremor

Lin Xiangnan rubbed his eyes, and before he had a chance to recall what had happened in the dream, he hurriedly asked a woman across from him, who appeared to be in her forties, "Auntie, have we arrived at the station?"

Hmm. We are ready to leave. " The tone remains indifferent.