Why do people love each other? Is it because of love itself or because of loneliness.

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The annual bitter north wind blew, with a howling whistle, and it was about to become a spirit.

In the northeast, the beginning of winter has not really started to get cold, but the north wind that blew from time to time was terrifying. Bebeser shrank and walked home. She was wearing a little less clothes. The wind seemed to tear her clothes apart, which was almost too thin to resist. She felt that she was indifferent.

When she passed through the woods, next to the thick tree, she saw Peng Cheng who was also shivering and waiting there. He stood on his side, leaned against the side of the tree, and his shoulders raised with the rhythm of the wind. He pinched his brows, his ears were red and covered with black hair, and his fingers were holding a cigarette. A white line floated out of the cigarette butt, and he leaned against the line of his pants, and his whole body was stiff.

Why did he come?

The girl's pace slowed down and thought to herself that she could not escape whether it was good or bad, so she walked towards him.

Peng Cheng was very thin. He wore so much in winter, but he could not see the legs in his pants. The thinness made him more afraid of the cold than ordinary people. The girl walked over, and maybe the sound of stepping on the branches shocked him. He found her. When he turned around, his vicious eyes suddenly filled with pampering again, and he came over happily.

"Wife, please cover me." He stretched out his hand that was red from cold to Beibei, looking down on his face, waiting for the girl who looked so compassionate, who could save him.

Beibei had no energy to pay attention to the hands he had reached out to him. She asked him with a cold face: "What are you doing here?"

There was no warm welcome, but Peng Cheng was not discouraged. Perhaps it was not his expectation. He pouted, rubbed his lips against the girl, and forced his hand into Beibei's coat pocket. She didn't cooperate, and he was not angry. He grabbed her coat and grabbed her. He said, "I'm frozen, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

He took out his left hand that was cold red and shook it in front of the girl. There was no injury on this hand. His green fingers, which were almost as green as a girl, were white and beautiful, but they were already red and red by the wind. They were generally frozen, and the fingers were curled up in a little flexibly. After shaking for a while, he quickly inserted them into the girl's coat pocket and pulled the woman closer to him.

The distance between the two was so close. Peng Cheng's face was poking in front of Beibei. In less than 200 points, the fluff on his face was clearly visible. His white face, his skin was clear, with a tender green background, and his egg-like fineness was blown by the north wind, and his cheeks were red.

They were all shocked by the sudden approaching faces. Four eyes stared at each other with huge eyes. The forest seemed to be stuck, and everything was quiet. Suddenly, a strong wind came, and Peng Cheng closed his eyes tightly, and his limbs froze as the wind passed. Beibei felt the person in front of him tensed into a stick. She stared at him with her back to the wind. The scar became even more ferocious in the ravage of the strong wind.

The wind was still calm. The more clamored, the more it could not last long. Peng Cheng then relaxed. He looked pitiful, as if the wind had taken away something that he couldn't bear to bear. He was a little disappointed. He glanced at Beibei's expression helplessly. Seeing that she was also looking at him, he hurriedly turned his face away. He would always deliberately avoid her naked gaze like this.

I couldn't take him home, so the two of them went to the tea restaurant last time.

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"You're not going to leave?"

Peng Cheng didn't even dare to raise his head. He just whispered a moment, as if he was guilty. He felt that it was something he couldn't say.

"I want to be with you, I want to marry you and let you have a baby for me." He swallowed the things in his mouth and put the spoon heavily on the table. Bebe's words must have hurt him. He leaned angrily towards the back of the chair, turned his head away, and was reluctant to speak anymore.

"No, you have to go home, your mother let you come out like this? She didn't care about you?" The girl looked forward, she didn't tell the truth. Although the result was the same, that was not her reason for rejecting him. But she looked righteous and stared at Peng Cheng's pretty face as beautiful as a girl, but he didn't show any timidity.

"Tsk, don't worry about this, just say what you think?" He always had the courage to face it.

"No, you have to go home, I don't like you." His eyes were as bright as a torch, making the girl unable to hide.

"That's okay, I like you." The young man paused: "You don't have to worry about my mother's affairs." He drooped his arm under the table, knocked his head gently, and turned his head away.

"I don't care? OK, then it doesn't matter if you run out?"

"Well, no, I'm willing to come out myself, it has nothing to do with you, you don't have to worry about anything." He lit a cigarette, threw the lighter on the table, sniffed the sugar beef, and looked out the window and started smoking.

They were both angry when they were not speculative.

Peng Cheng's grievance and despair were like a fox that was stripped naked, looking at his flesh and blood in pain, and he seemed to have been abandoned by her. He just sat in the back of the chair, and he had to do his best to do everything in this world, and he might not have gained anything.

The despicable feeling of betraying her comrades also made the girl very upset. Although she couldn't say it, she was heartbroken. She couldn't ask him to stay!

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One day, when we get old, you will find that the most touching thing is the things we did when we were young, the childishness and willfulness that were the ones you once struggled to get rid of, the ignorance of the world, but only the wanton youth of youth, which makes people sigh.

"Then what are you planning? How do you want to live if you don't go back?" Beibei pushed the shrimp dumplings in front of her towards Peng Cheng. She felt very powerless, as if she was tied up by something, and seemed to be unable to break free. She didn't know what else she could do to reverse the bad situation. She felt that she could not convince him.

"I'll find a way myself, don't worry." The young man seemed to be anxious. He glanced at the girl, picked up a shrimp dumpling and ate it, like a plush toy with a fire in his stomach. He chewed it very hard, and almost smoke came out of his mouth. He said, "Wen Beibei, you are so good, you are so good!"

All Peng Cheng's facial features were united, which made his anger look clearer. After saying that, he leaned back on the back of the chair, lowered his head, and trembled all over.

Beibei stared at the strand of hair on Peng Cheng's forehead, with deep luck. She felt it was difficult to get on the ground. She had never promised anything, right? Then where did this child's grievance come from? Where did her guilt come from?

Peng Cheng picked up the trademark tissue and rubbed it near his eyes. This made him feel revered. Beibei suddenly felt a little soft-hearted. Before she could adjust, he wiped his mouth clean and said with great backbone: "Okay, let's go! I'll take you home."

"Thank you, hurry up and go home! I know my house, so you don't need to send it." Beibei stood up, feeling angry. A girl who was strong when she met a strong person, what qualifications did he have to yell at her? She wiped her mouth, thinking that she would never love her, so she picked up her bag, turned around and left.

She hoped that Peng Cheng would disappear immediately, like the RMB, quickly and completely. Don’t appear in front of her again, say something unreasonable, and don’t go back, and look at herself here. Is this going to elope? Is it rustic? Is this still playing these things in the age, and that’s all children’s activities.

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Seeing the girl hurriedly picking up her bag, then rushing to the door with her butt sticking out, Peng Cheng was confused at the moment. Perhaps in his expectation, Beibei should come to coax him at this time, like a fraternal mother. Even if he didn't coax him, he didn't expect that she would not be able to bear it at all.

The young man frowned. Why did the world with her not quite the same as what he had seen before? He was very confused. He didn't understand where Wen Beibei's anger came from, and he didn't understand how she could leave him cruelly. When he came, she really ignored him and let him fend for himself?

He followed Beibei and walked towards the door. He thought Beibei would look back even if he looked at him, but unfortunately she didn't. She was almost at the door. Peng Cheng pinched Beibei's arm: "Wen Beibei, why are you so cruel? I can't give it to you?" He suddenly roared with anger.

"I don't need you to give it to me." Beibei's eyes were tearful, and she cried for no reason. Beibei knew that maybe she should have told him earlier that she actually didn't like him. This might be the only thing she did wrong. If she had said that, she wouldn't have been like today.

Let the girl struggle, Peng Cheng did not let go until Beibei met his eyes, and what he wanted to say choked back. He didn't expect her to cry. Why was she crying? He stared at her tightly and wanted to know the answer, but that was not easy. Suddenly he whispered: "Good walk, I'm still in that Internet cafe tonight, you know."

He and her couldn't sleep all night that night.

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The next morning, the morning rays were lit up, and the morning mist had not been dispelled. She had been insomnia all night, and finally she fell asleep. She hadn't slept for a long time, and she woke up again. When she opened her eyes and rolled around on the bed unconsciously, the phone rang. There was no need to look, the girl had never been so sure, she knew it was Peng Cheng's phone number.

"An old lady went out again, carrying a purple and white leather slip. It was a basket? Wife, she was looking at me!" Peng Cheng said twitchingly.

That was a threat of nakedness. The young man had always used this kind of trick. He didn't fall asleep anyway, so he was not far from the morning. The girl thought about it like this and went downstairs with clothes. Maybe she would go downstairs without his threat, but he did give her the best excuse, which was good enough to hide it from herself.

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In the corridor in the early morning, there was always a damp smell, like something fermented in the air that had not moved for a night. The large particles of air mixed with the soil passed through the nose, and Beibei couldn't help but sneeze.

Peng Cheng stood in the corridor against the wall, looking up at the sound, his forehead was covered with patterns, and a piece of black rubbed against his neat pants, and cigarette butts were all over the floor.

"How long have you been here?" the girl asked in a hoarse voice, and as soon as she opened her mouth, she cleared her throat again.

"It's been two hours. I guess you've almost woken up before calling you." He narrowed his eyes and took a breath of cigarettes, like an authentic hooligan.

"Smoke so much cigarette?" She glanced at the cigarette butts on the ground, kicked it gently, and said impatiently.

"Be my wife, I will listen to you whatever you say. If you don't let me get beaten, I'll quit." The young man said, and walked out the door.

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After leaving the building, she came to the avenue. After walking a long distance, Beibei didn't say anything. She didn't know what to say now, but the whole night passed, and she seemed to calm down, and her mouth was naturally not that hard.

On the cold roadside, there seemed to be a layer of milky white paste. It was always more chaotic in the morning than in the daytime. The sticky air was as if it had been washed by water, sticking to its body, it was chilly, but it was far from the coldness of the night. They walked away without saying a word and walked far away, so far that Beibei could no longer see home.

"Wife, do you think I'm good to you?" Peng Cheng suddenly asked her. He stopped and looked at Beibei. The girl pretended to be indifferent. She just nodded and continued to walk forward until he grabbed her arm.

"I'm asking you!" That's like a kind of prayer.

Beibei didn't want to answer, she swallowed awkwardly. Most of these questions that only female ghosts in horror movies would ask were creepy. How to answer him? Because of his humility, he fell into the dust and she couldn't fool him. She couldn't help but feel that. She took two steps forward. Peng Cheng was good to him! At least Beibei enjoyed this, but could she really tell him?

"Hey! I beg you, you're talking!" Peng Cheng stood there, he couldn't hold her, so she was about to walk away, and he was left with powerless shouting, which was almost the only thing he could do.

"Well, what's wrong?" Since she couldn't hide, the girl became more and more confident. She stared at the young man's eyes and shouted hard, wanting to see what else he could say.

"I think you're annoyed me." He lowered his head, as if he had become clear and humble. He was unwilling to face the hurt she had brought him directly. The girl suddenly felt that she was not very good and stopped saying a word.
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