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You know, the car reserved online has arrived.

The driver looked to be in his 40s, a Caucasian man with beards, and a very friendly attitude. As soon as he got in the car, he introduced the car rental company's standard ride requirements, and handed Su Jin a bottle of water, telling her that it was not opened. No problem, you can drink with confidence.

It is already autumn at this time, and many ski lovers flock to Colorado from all over the world, and their destinations are WinterPark and Vail Ski Resort.

On the way of the car to Glass County, Su Jin saw a lot of cars with snow gear headed for the snow field in groups.

When passing the Breckinridge Ski Resort, there was a sea of ​​people waiting for Lift, and the girl lay on the glass in shock, looking at the sea of ​​people.

"The snow is not good this year, so the guys who come to ski will concentrate on a few ski resorts with relatively good snow." The white driver said, "The snow in Breckinridge this year is not bad."

Su Jin nodded, and continued to look out of the window at the snow-capped mountains rolling past one by one.

"Are you Korean?" The hospitable driver wanted to chat with the girl.

Su Jin withdrew his gaze and replied lightly, "No, I'm Chinese."

"Oh, I'm sorry." The driver shrugged and shook his head. "The Asian population in Colorado is very small, and there are more Koreans among the Asians. I thought you were Korean."

Although the white elder brother was more enthusiastic, Su Jin's attitude was cold and he did not continue chatting with him.She just kept looking out the window, looking at this country she was not familiar with.

When the car drove into LoneTree, the speed slowed down. This is a small town in Glass County with a very pleasant environment.

The warm sunshine, the clean streets, and the snow just fell a while ago. At this time, the small town of LoneTree is still decorated with white, bright and pure white, lively and light.

But no matter how attractive everything around him was, they didn't get Su Jin's attention.

She got out of the car at the destination, just glanced around briefly, identified the direction, then turned on the phone and looked at the map on the phone, raised her head again to look at the street signs, the girl took a deep breath, dragged the suitcase and walked along the street go.

The vinyl record on the corner cabinet was slowly turning on the record player, and the ethereal voice of the female singer echoed in the room, but it did not match the atmosphere in the room at this time.

Ling Fei stared intently at Su Jin's profile, then slowly turned her head, and her eyes fell on the woman sitting on the lawn not far from the backyard, drawing.

"External trauma is easy to heal, but the impact on the brainstem is hard to estimate. It is already very good that she has recovered to this level." Ling Fei said, "There is no problem with language function, mainly because of the recovery of physical function. At that time, she couldn't even hold a pen."

Su Jin's eyes remained motionless, staring closely at the thin woman's back, this figure was familiar yet unfamiliar.

The paintbrush was smearing on the white paper one by one, it was hard to see what was being painted, but one could see the woman trying hard to control her arms. Seeing this, Su Jin's eye circles turned red.

She sniffled her nose lightly, and asked softly, "On the phone, you said... Now, what else can she remember?"

Ling Fei was silent for a while, and finally shook her head.

"These are things that doctors can't cure and can't predict. After chatting with her these days, I think she can only remember a little bit of things before college."

Hearing Ling Fei's words, Su Jin's eyes lit up briefly, but soon became gloomy again.

"Then, is it possible for her to fully recover?" Su Jin turned his head to look at Ling Fei, his voice was a little hoarse, and there was infinite expectation in his eyes.

Perhaps feeling Su Jin's eager hope, facing this gaze, Ling Fei didn't dare to meet it, but silently bit her lower lip.

"I don't know, maybe anything is possible." Ling Fei's words were a little helpless, she didn't want to extinguish hope, but she had to tell the truth, "But she doesn't like to meet strangers, sometimes she is afraid , more disgusted, which is not good for her recovery."

The vinyl record had finished playing, stopped, the boom was reset, and the room fell silent.

The eyes of the two were always looking at the woman who was still painting clumsily in the yard.

The woman would occasionally look back into the room, but just a few casual glances made Su Jin's heart flustered. She didn't know how to deal with the woman's gaze, and unconsciously clenched her hand on the table even tighter. .

The breeze blew gently, messing up the woman's long hair, and the woman had to turn around to smooth out the mess.

At this time, Su Jin, who escaped from the line of sight, was relieved, but he couldn't help but feel a little lost in his heart.

"Do you still hate her?" Seeing this scene, Ling Fei suddenly asked, with a hint of worry in her words.

The corners of Su Jin's lips moved slightly, she pursed her lips in a smile, and shook her head.

"She and I have lost too much. We shouldn't have to bear this, but we have to bear it. I have forgotten how to hate her, just like she has forgotten that she once loved me."

The corners of the girl's eyes began to moisten, but she still bent her lips and looked at Ling Fei.

"Let me take care of her. Those things have passed, and now she and I are just two people who have lost our previous life and met for the first time. If she wants, let me try to take care of her, okay?"

Ling Fei froze for a moment, she turned her head abruptly, meeting Su Jin's gaze.

In the girl's teary eyes, she didn't see a trace of hesitation or reluctance, they were full of calm, tenacity and persistence.

The woman painting in the yard will still look into the house through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the paintbrush in her hand has not dropped for a long time.

A squirrel jumped onto the apple tree in the yard, and the woman's eyes were immediately attracted by the little guy. She watched the little squirrel jump on the apple, took two bites and threw the apple aside. The apple lost its support , fell from the tree and rolled onto the lawn.

"You little rascal~"

The woman squinted her eyes, pinched her waist feigning anger and snorted at the jumping squirrel, she put down her paintbrush again and wanted to pick up apples.But she made a mistake in this coherent movement, and the paintbrush rubbed a bright paint on her body.

The clothes were dirty, the woman was obviously a little flustered, the pen fell to the ground, and when she bent down to pick it up, her hand was stained with another color.

The woman's flurry of movements and expressions made Su Jin's heart immediately relaxed, and while smiling, she raised her hand to wipe away the tears that just flowed down her face.

Ling Fei moved, and Su Jin also stood up together, walked to the backyard with complicated emotions, and slowly approached that person.

"Come on, let me wipe it for you." Ling Fei helped the woman pick up the paintbrush on the ground, holding the wet wipe in her hand, Ling Fei took her hand and wiped off the color on her hand.

The girl watched from a distance, but the woman's fingers could not be fully stretched.

"That little squirrel...that little rascal, it bit off the apple..." The woman hurriedly said this very interesting thing to Ling Fei, "All the apples have fallen."

Before she finished speaking, a gnawed red apple entered the woman's sight and handed it to her.

"Is this what you said?"

The woman raised her head, and her eyes immediately touched the girl in the air. The girl was stretching out her hand and handing her the apple that just rolled off the branch.

There is no look of familiarity in the women's eyes, all the kindness and resentment, love and hatred parting, all those encounters, the past, the heart-piercing, the heart-breaking, all have disappeared.There was a slight bitterness in Su Jin's eyes, but soon she smiled brightly again.

The color of the apple turned their faces red. The woman looked at the corner of the girl's mouth, but instead of picking up the apple, she looked at Ling Fei.

"Qiuhe, don't be afraid. This is my friend. Her name is Su Jin. We are very good. She also wants to be friends with you. Do you think it's okay? Can you be friends?"

Time slowly froze at this time, Shen Qiuhe's eyes did not have the usual fear and disgust, her eyes were always gentle, from which Su Jin saw the woman who loved to laugh, the woman with infinite love and tenderness.

Tears of anticipation gushed out almost when Shen Qiuhe nodded, Su Jin suppressed the joy in his heart, and greeted Shen Qiuhe with a child-like smile.

"Hi, my name is Su Jin. It's my first time meeting you. Nice to meet you."

"Hello, my name is Shen Qiuhe, and I am also very happy to be friends with you."

Shen Qiuhe took the red apple that Su Jin handed her, and also held Su Jin's outstretched hand.

The girl's cold fingers were immediately wrapped warmly by the stiff palm, and the soreness in her nose slowly gushed out. Su Jin tightly held the immobile hand, staring deeply at this most familiar new friend.

The little squirrel jumped onto the apple tree again, its fluffy tail shook, and it tilted its head to watch what happened under the tree.

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Seeing the warmth of the earth emerging through the clouds and smoke

Your breathing has changed and stagnated in a certain fleeting time

After parting from you, I understand that there is a time limit for squandering

Every word you say is my most nostalgic love

If you can hear the strings of the years

still feel like you never disappeared

always by my side

"Xiao Jin, I want to draw, okay?"

"Okay, what do you want to draw, I will draw with you."

"Then, how about we go to the back mountain to paint deer? Maybe we have to go farther."

"It's okay, come on, Qiuhe, I can help you carry the drawing board."

Like a gust of spring breeze blowing across my side face

Like a drizzle falling on the tips of my shoes

unnoticed every day

Your appearance without sound

Like the falling leaves on the street in autumn

Like a long night, a certain light goes out again

shapeless thoughts

The dead never go far