The snowflakes in the sky are like willow catkins, fluttering with the wind in winter, and the lips of Huangfu Yu arouse a vicious and soft smile. Such a lonely scene, the beauty is almost impossible.

The bus drove slowly along the country road, bringing a beautiful scenery.

A little bit of writing, Huangfu Yu's life

It's very quiet around the VIP ward. Even in the corridor outside, except for the doctors and nurses, there is no one passing by. Su Xiaowu has been in the hospital for another day.

The body has improved a little. Although she is still very weak, the doctor said that it is due to malnutrition. She must make up for at least one and a half months before she can make up for the lost nutrition. There are many muscle lacerations on her body. She needs to rub the medicine once a day. Now she still wears something to prevent them on her hands and feet.

Now, she can't walk very well. Her whole body aches when she does a big movement. She is like a half paralyzed patient, but she is taken care of by Murong Weiyang everywhere.

Although she has already said that she doesn't need Weiyang to take care of her like this, she insists on taking care of her.

"It's going downhill, little dance. You're on your feet." Murong Weiyang pushes the wheelchair and leaves the hospital temporarily.

"I'm not so delicate, just push."

"Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat before you go to the cemetery? "

"I've had it in the morning. I'm full."

"Well, tell me when you're hungry."

"Well." Xiaowu nodded, counting the days when she was in a coma, how many days have it been? She hasn't gone to the cemetery to pay homage to Lengyan. She really missed you.

As for Honglian and Shilei, she tried to contact them in the past, but none of them could be reached. I don't know if they also had an accident that day.

Thought of her heart, can not help but pull up.

With the weather getting colder and colder, it has snowed for several days in a row. Today, there is still no sun or wind.

But the sky is still floating with white snowflakes, around many places have been dyed white color.

In that empty cemetery.

The dark tombstone is engraved with two words of cold and burning. At the bottom, there are four small words of "dancing and weeping"

the cold and silent wind, with snowflakes, comes with cool feeling.

At this moment, in front of the cold and burning tombstone, a man in a dark windbreaker stood there, tall and slender. Dark hair on the forehead, the man has a wonderful delicate facial features, with a mature taste, sharp eyes, seemingly unruly, fierce and ruthless, but with a touch of sadness.

The man's line of sight, lightly swept the words on the tombstone, took out a cigarette from the pocket of the windbreaker, and put it between the lips to light

A shallow smoke, a wisp of smoke with the cigarette on the Mars.

The man took the smoke from his mouth, squatted down on one knee, and looked at the tombstone. He slowly put the burning smoke in front of the tombstone. "Xiaoyan, we haven't smoked together for a long time." Low words fall, man's mature face, raised a smile.

The sidewalk outside the cemetery.

"Creak..."

The wheelchair makes a dull noise and clicks.

Xiaowu lowers her head: "what's the matter?"

Weiyang also lowered his head: "no, it seems that it's stuck in the manhole cover. Xiaowu, get up first, and I'll move the wheelchair out." She helped Su Xiaowu up.

"Well, good."

On the sidewalk, they were busy.

And not far away on the road, the man in the dark windbreaker, a black car, the car did not stop, and left.

Xiaowu props up the tree beside her, makes herself stand upright, and keeps looking down at the wheels of the car: "can you pull it out? It seems that the card is a little tight. Do you want me to help you? "

"You help me? If you do come to help me, I won't know how to take care of you in a moment. " Murong Weiyang grabs both sides of the wheelchair with both hands and pulls hard.

Just a bang.

She pulled the wheelchair out of the slit in the manhole cover.

Weiyang helped Xiaowu back to the wheelchair and dragged her to the cemetery. The cemetery was cool and the wind was slanting, whizzing on their faces.

All the way to Lengyan's tombstone.

Two people's attention, a white daisy placed in front of the tombstone, which is a bunch of fresh flowers, it seems to be just put in front of the tombstone today.

Xiaowu looked at the bunch of daisies doubtfully, looked at the chrysanthemum in her arms again, turned her head and looked at Weiyang: "Weiyang, did you come here this morning?"

"I've been with you since the morning, how could I have come here."

"How could someone put flowers in front of the cold and burning tombstone?" Xiaowu looks more and more confused. Is it Shi Lei, Hong Lian? But it's not right. Even she can't get in touch with those two people. How can they know about coldness and inflammation? Then, who will pay homage to Lengyan if it is not Shilei Honglian?

She wondered, could it be any passer-by?

Murong Weiyang also looked indifferent: "is it the count?"

"Ah! If it's him, don't you think it's funny? " Longyetian is indeed one of the few people who know Lengyan's death, and one who has the ability to know where she buried Lengyan.

But the executioner who killed Leng Yan himself, how could he worship Leng Yan? That's absolutely a joke

Murong Weiyang frowned helplessly, walked around the wheelchair to the tombstone, squatted down and noticed that it was beside the daisy, and there was a cigarette burning more than half of it, but it seemed that it was covered by snow, so the smoke burned more than half, and then it went out.

"Xiaowu, you see, there's still half a cigarette here." Weiyang pointed to the smoke on the tombstone.

Su Xiaowu narrowed her eyes, and then she could see the half smoke in front of the tombstone. It was placed in order. It seemed that no one had left it here.

Smoke?

Flowers?

Who is going to worship supercooling?

Who is it?

Su Xiaowu can't imagine that she is human. Her eyebrows are locked. She looks down at the words carved on the tombstone: "Weiyang, please help me, I want to squat down."

"Be careful."

"It doesn't matter."

Xiaowu squats down to the tombstone. Although she is confused, she can't think of anyone. She doesn't think any more. She also puts the flowers in her arms. Leng Yan, I'm sorry that she came to see you so late. In that world

Are you ok?

You know what? Until now, I have not been used to it. Without you, how good would it be if I could backflow? I want to go back to my childhood.

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