River beach.

The river beaches in Jiangcheng have no beautiful scenery of spring and summer, and the poetry of autumn, only the biting cold wind whistles with the rolling river water, and the winter sun shines on people without any warmth.

The group had breakfast happily. Before leaving, Qiu Han gave Xizi a few simple explanations, and then left first. This time, he did not let Dong Xiaolan and Xiaoxiao follow him, but asked Hu Ji to send two peerless beauties back to Zhongyu Group.

After meeting the ten o'clock appointment, Qiu Han had to go back to Zhongyu Group once and contact Yin Wuyan. After that, he had to leave for the wedding of Brother Lan Shang before the New Year and the arrangements of the fallen beach project.

The cold wind whistles, rolling up the falling leaves and dust, taking away the beauty of the sun, just like the cold autumn mood at this moment, slightly desolate.

Occasionally, pedestrians in groups of three or three walk on the bluestone pavement, making some noises, indicating that you still have a heartbeat.

After a bend, Qiu Han sat quietly on the bench outdoors, lit a cigarette, and slowly smoked it, staring at less than a half a dozen places: Listen to Zero O'clock Cabin.

This is the place I agreed to with Zi Yuyan. I haven't been here for a long time. It seems that the cottage still retains its original style.

At first glance, this cottage is like an old farmhouse, quietly nestled in an orange orchard. Although winter is depressed, spring is always there, which makes people warm. The old green tiles carry the essence of heaven and earth, and the mud-colored walls are like dry rice fields cracking everywhere. The locust wood doors and elm windows have long been covered with cracks and are no longer bright. The umbrellas on the top of the thatched grass in front of the house must have been meticulously worked, enduring the test of the scorching heat and cold. Beside the scattered stone tables and benches under the umbrellas, weeds are overgrown but only half a meter, and they are skilled in decoration, and they are deliberately natural.

Looking at the scene in front of me, familiar memories instantly occupied my heart. I remember that when I first came here, it was Zi Yuyan who told me.

Two years ago, one evening in autumn.

Zi Yuyan sent Qiu Han a group of photos of the cottage, which blurred the background, but asked her to guess where this was? At that time, Qiu Han was shocked and thought she was traveling again. Because Zi Yuyan liked to travel, she often ran around endlessly, and always told Qiu Han after she arrived. For this reason, the two had a lot of arguments. Qiu Han cared about going out to say hello, and Zi Yuyan cared about getting to report safety. Do the two problems seem to have no intersection? In fact...

"Old house? Old house? Whose house? Where?" A series of random speculations brought Zi Yuyan's dissatisfaction: "You can know the company, the company, and drink and make money every day. You don't know me too much. You don't know what I like? How many days have you not been with me?"

The words are still in my ears, and the past is vivid in my mind. I tried my best to coax her to get her waiting for him here.

In that sunset dusk, Qiu Han saw the hut for the first time. At that time, he told Qiu Han that the style here should be to drink tea, but it was a coffee house.

Later I learned that the owner of the cottage came from the countryside and was born in the 1980s. The young couple met and fell in love from the green tiles and muds to the present, and have experienced countless hardships and twists and turns. In order to miss the design of this cottage according to their own ideas.

People born in the 1980s have learned nostalgia. The children of farmers who work hard in the city will have a familiar taste. When they are idle, go back and take a look. No matter how broken you are, it was your home. If you are busy, it may be great to come and sit down!

For the consumer group born in the 1990s, the difference between vision and service can support business, which is fresh!

As for the design boss of the name, he has never mentioned it, but he only has different understandings. This is the secret between him and the boss’s wife!

Because of the old house, Qiu Han liked it, because of Zi Yuyan, Qiu Han fell in love with it. After that, for a long time, the two of them would spend time in this hut, reading books, chatting, talking love words, and listening to music. At that time, the familiar melody came back, and Qiu Han couldn't help but sang it lightly:

Every time I walk through this coffee shop, I can't help but slow down. It's the first time you and I met here, which opens the prelude to each other.

Today you are no longer a guest, and I have regained loneliness. I have caused us for some reason

From a couple to a stranger         .

Fragrant coffee fills the cottage, my feelings for you are still the same. I don’t know when I will continue my previous relationship

Let me tell you my thoughts.

I walked past this coffee shop again, and couldn't help but slow down.

His vision became blurred, and tears began to drip from the corners of his eyes. Qiu Han raised his hands and rubbed his eyes, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

He told himself that he could not cry, strength and disguise were the best bulletproof vests, and love could only be hidden deep in his heart at some point, and he did not want her to see his fragility.

The face cut by the cold wind hurts a little. In the eyes that wiped away the tears, a familiar figure slowly came, and was getting bigger and bigger, and she approached gently.

Still wearing a purple dress, standing in a peerless manner. His agile starry eyes were always staring at Qiu Han's direction, not leaving for a moment, but his originally light steps seemed a little heavy.

The distance was shortened step by step, and approaching the cold autumn, the purple swallow stopped and said nothing, just looking directly!

Qiu Han slowly stood up, looking a little tired, looking at Zi Yuyan, silently, looking directly!

The eyes are connected, and there is no words.

The purple you are hidden in my heart,

The familiarity of the past was forgotten in my eyes.

I pretended to turn a blind eye and forcefully said I forgot.

The eyes are blended together and unparalleled.

I recall your memories in purple,

The beauty of the past is OK at this time, it is OK to be speechless.

I never forgot...
Chapter completed!