What are the enemy leaders, what are Romeo and Juliet, what scripts are, what are they and what are they?

Liv was so funny by Clara, whose imagination was different from ordinary people and Carol who followed him to cheer, but the first thought that came to his mind was, "How did you notice it?"

The subtext is, what about the others? Has anyone noticed it in the bar?

But when the words came to your mouth, they realized their urgency, so they swallowed the words afterwards again.

"Oh... are you worried about him?" Clara instantly saw through his friend's disguise and said meaningfully, "He went deep into the enemy alone just to see you. Oh, this is the most romantic thing I have ever heard of! Are you worried that the bar fans will settle the score with him? To be honest, how did you know each other?"

Clara couldn't stop thinking about it, and problems followed one after another, constantly pushing Liv's shoulders, and the gossip in her eyes was like a night owl.

Liv was also amused and crying, "We just met one time."

"Oh? One side? Only today's side? Or is today the second side of the unexpected? So, is this fate or a coincidence?" Clara took on a storyteller's appearance and described it in a stern manner. Neither Carol nor Liv could hold back and laughed.

Because of the laughter and joke of his friends, Liv temporarily forgot her feeling of loss, and drank with them to relax and enjoy the night.

The joy and wantonness of the Christmas party were not overshadowed by the Chicago Bear's defeat, because life will eventually continue.

When she left the bar, Liv was a little drunk.

She still controlled herself because she needed to be on duty for the next few days and could not be too indulgent. She only drank two glasses of beer, but maybe because of her ups and downs in her mood, her head swelled slightly after she drank the two glasses of beer. She took the drunk Claudia into the taxi home and felt a headache.

Lying lazily on the back seat of the taxi, looking at the heavy snow that was still falling outside the window, the whole city was covered with white veil, and the excited and excited mood slowly settled down. The loneliness that had been temporarily forgotten spread out again, and the eyes were a little dazzled.

I resisted the childish behavior of opening the car window to touch the snowflakes, and quietly watched the snowflakes in the sky and was dazed, and my thoughts surged.

Did he really leave because of work? Is work important? In the late night, what job does the football coach have? Or is it because of his personal affairs? This is also a possibility. Especially considering the entanglement of reporters, what kind of private affairs was discovered by reporters?

Doesn’t he need to celebrate the victory with the team tonight? Why is he around here again? Is the encounter tonight a coincidence or is there any other reason? How long will he stay in Chicago? Is he going back to Green Bay soon? Is the first snow they enjoyed tonight?

In fact, all the thoughts were just a thread, meaninglessly surging and intertwined. Liv had given up controlling his brain and let those mixed thoughts continue to emerge, one after another, so that Liv himself didn't know what he was thinking.

After alcohol was put on his brain, Liv always felt a little confused and hot. Looking at the snowflakes outside the window, she calmed down like this.

drop.

The sound of text messages on mobile phones broke the tranquility, which surprised Liv a little. It should have been midnight at this time, who would still send text messages?

Is it a spam message?

After waiting for a while, Liv finally took out her cell phone, but saw the sender's name:

“$201.49.”

It's him.

Liv opened her slightly heavy eyes, opened her text message, and then saw a picture-

Under the quiet and sparse night sky, a few branches slanted out on the left, and thin snowflakes drifted down, just like cherry blossoms falling, beautiful. The goose yellow street lights outline the contour of the hidden blue sky with just a few strokes. On the far side, you can vaguely see the skyline of some tall buildings pieced together, but among the dense high-rise buildings, a vast sky, a romance of the treetops, and a petal-like snowflake.

"I missed the first snow of the year, and I hope we won't miss the last snow of the year."

Plop.

"us."

Just this ordinary word is magical, which makes Liv repeat it involuntarily.

Liv seemed to be able to hear the chaotic sound of her heart pounding, and the curve of the corners of her mouth slowly relaxed. The intertwined emotions of excitement and shyness were like hundreds of butterflies flapping their wings on her chest. She couldn't help but move her phone closer to her chest and quietly looked at the increasingly bigger snowflakes outside the window. Her eyebrows slowly stretched out, and a hint of joy and happiness quietly climbed up, dyed with a touch of red.

The last snow...

Liv looked at the heavy snow outside the car window again. She had seen countless heavy snow since she was a child. She didn't have much affection for the snowy weather in the cold winter, especially when it was snowy, the hospital was always busier. But now she was not in the mood to appreciate the snowy scenery, so she completely forgot that the snow in her childhood memories were always related to happiness and happiness.

Crazy.

Crazy.

The snowflakes slapped on the car window, making a sound, but Liv felt unprecedented tranquility, all the depression and regrets, all the loneliness and loneliness seemed to melt into the coldness of the snowy night.

That night, Liv slept well, drowsy, and dreamlessly all night until dawn. When she got up and stretched, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise, and even her steps were a little brisk.

Ignoring Claudia who was sleeping in bed due to a hangover, Liv got up step by step and packed herself up, leaving enough to go to the hospital to work.

Today, Liv takes turns to work afternoon and evening shifts. When she arrives at the hospital, her first thing is to go to the cafeteria for lunch.

With a little glance, Liv could see Carol waving to her. She actually arrived at the hospital earlier than Liv.

Liv walked over with the plate, and from a distance, he could see Carol's face wrinkled due to a hangover, with pain and struggle written on it, "Ah, did you come here early today?"

"Well, Stan has something to deal with. I came here two hours in advance and helped him take the outpatient clinic for an hour and a half. I feel like I'm going to die now." Carol looked at his plate, but had no appetite at all. He could only raise his head and sigh. The appearance made Liv laugh.

But before Liv pulled away the chair and sat down, he could see Clara rushing over like a ball of flame. There were still wrinkles left by the bedding on her cheeks, her hair was a little messy, but she didn't care about her sloppy appearance at all.

The hospital colleagues are also very accustomed to it. If you are on duty for 72 hours in the hospital and can only sleep for an hour or thirty minutes every day in the duty room, then everyone will be like this. And every resident has experienced such a test, so it is natural that it is common.

"Girls! Girls! Mr. Coach is here at our hospital!"
Chapter completed!