Milky little wolf dog

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Yu Xinghe nodded with tears in his eyes, held her hand and was speechless.

"I have a lot of things to say to her. When I was in the hospital, I wrote her a letter, but I couldn't send it... I want to tell her, Yaoyao, after so many years, my mother misses you... "

Yu Xinghe was so choked up that he couldn't speak, he rubbed his cheek against the old man's palm for a moment: "Wherever the letter is, I will take it with me, go to my mother's grave, and read it to her sentence by sentence."

The old man didn't speak, and there was a long silence. Yu Xinghe thought she was asleep, but when he raised his head, he saw that the old man had already burst into tears, and his cloudy eyes were full of crystal tears.

She only has one daughter, who has been her heart since she was a child, and then left home and died in a foreign land thousands of miles away, how can she feel at ease...

Yu Xinghe is a very active person, and she must do what she promised to do immediately. Although the old man disagreed with her traveling in this kind of weather, she still booked a ticket immediately: "Look, it's ready, the plane is coming soon , I am alone, and I will be back in less than two days. I will tell her everything you want to say to your mother."

She left in the afternoon with her bag on her back and wore a long down jacket. Fortunately, the flight was not delayed. When she arrived in the provincial capital in the evening, the bus had already stopped and there were not many taxis. She was in a hurry and even took a black car , Yun Cang who arrived at night.

Returning to Yuncang again, the mood at this moment is much heavier than last time.

She was walking in the snow with a bag on her back, which contained all the letters the old man had written to her late daughter during his illness and the past ten years.

Covered with heavy snow, the twilight field is gray.

She walked in the snow, because few people came here, the snow was so dense that there was not even a trail.She stepped on the snow with one deep foot and one shallow foot, the soft snowflakes creaked, and she was the only one in the world of silence.

The branches on the tree have already lost all their leaves. Occasionally, there are birds looking for food on the branches, and the snow is falling.

Yu Xinghe stood still in front of the cold tombstone, while breathing, the tip of his nose was covered with a layer of cold mist, and his temple hair was also covered with a layer of ice.

She put down her bag, took out the letter, and read it sentence by sentence. Between the lines was a mother's deepest affection for her daughter. When she read it, she cried uncontrollably, her nose turned red, and her voice became hoarse.

Her deceased mother should also have this deep affection for her.

She burned the letter written by the old man in front of the tombstone with trembling fingers. She burned it clean, and stood in the dark cemetery until midnight, almost until her hands and feet became numb, before she left.

Before coming here, Yu Xinghe booked a B&B, the same as last time, but the owner has changed.The current owner looks very young, and even prepared outdoor barbecues and wine on winter nights. A group of young people who came to travel were trapped here by the heavy snow for a few days, and they played together almost every night.

They came here by bike, more than 20 people, both men and women, were very aggressive. Yu Xinghe couldn't help it, and drank a few glasses of wine with them. Walk.

The town was a little strange to her, but it was also very familiar.

Even though there have been many changes in the past few years, she can still clearly name the four streets, two bridges, and three rivers here.She is familiar with every place here, because she always remembers those years.

She stepped on the snow, almost walking with one deep foot and one shallow foot.

In fact, she didn't drink much, but the wine was not good, but she insisted on drinking it, probably because she was extremely depressed recently.

What could be worse than watching your dearest loved ones die and feel helpless?

Fortunately, it was a snowy night.

There are almost no pedestrians on the road. As long as she doesn't fall by herself, everything is safe.

Yu Xinghe's sense of direction has never been very good. Nine out of ten times he will get lost. After being drunk, his sense of direction is even worse. He doesn't know where he is walking. Cang middle school.

The playground mixed with weeds and covered with a plastic runway has been covered by heavy snow, and it is a vast expanse of whiteness, with only a few marks left by flying birds.There are also footprints of a row of people who have walked by, which seem to be new. They should be teachers who live in the school.

Yu Xinghe blinked under the moonlight and snow, trying to see more clearly, stepping on the footprints, step by step, a little staggered, and almost fell down several times.

The luck was really good the first few times, but the last time, she stepped on the ground, her knees softened, and she knelt down in the snow, rolling half a circle, and the white down jacket was stained with many snowflakes.

What a drunk.

Her only remaining sane consciousness was talking to her, and after a long time, she struggled to stand up.

She just saw a person standing on the snow in front of the small building, not far ahead, under the street lamp.

Yu Xinghe rubbed his eyes. After being drunk, he could no longer distinguish reality, nor could he distinguish whether it was his illusion or not.

She blinked again, and the person had disappeared.

She rubbed her eyes again, and saw the man turn around, seeming to see her.

She was probably dreaming, why is Teacher Xu here?

It's just that even in a dream, she doesn't want to be seen by her now.

Now she is a drunken drunk and fell down again.

If she saw it, she would definitely be scolded.

Yu Xinghe shook the snow off his body, stood up and left, walked out of the middle school, went to the street, and looked back, it was empty, there was no one else there, it turned out that she was really dreaming.

Thinking about it this way, she was really sad, and she didn't even want to go back to the homestay.

She just walked on the streets of the small town, one street after another, almost from dark to dawn, and at the end, her drunkenness dissipated, almost completely blown away by the winter wind.

She stepped on the ice and snow one foot after another, and finally her consciousness gradually became clear. She remembered the illusion she had just had, and smiled with her head down.

She walked four whole streets in the snow and ice in the cold winter, and then her whole body was frozen into ice from the inside out.

It seemed that there was only her breathing in this world.

She stood on the bridge and saw that the mountains were covered with snow, the birds had disappeared, and there were no people left, only the flowing water was flowing day and night.

That deep loneliness surrounded her like sea water.

But she didn't know that not far behind her, someone accompanied her and walked four streets in the winter night.

The author has something to say: Note: Longevity is a punishment ---- Ba Jin

Chapter 78

It was near dawn when Yu Xinghe returned to the B&B, and the young people who were playing around had already dispersed.

As soon as the owner of the hotel waited for her to come back, he sighed in his palm and closed the door immediately: "Little girl, it's not easy to wait until you come back. Go upstairs to sleep and see that you are covered in snow."

Yu Xinghe smiled at her feebly, the remaining alcohol hadn't completely dissipated, it stimulated her brain nerves from time to time, the smell of charcoal fire remained in the hotel, the carbon monoxide content in the air was too much, which made people dizzy .

It was already noon when Yu Xinghe got up, and the winter sun was only a little weak at noon, making people warm.

There is an open space in front of the downstairs. The proprietress and the young man on the bike sit on plastic stools, basking in the sun and eating melon seeds. Even in the sun, you can occasionally hear a few new things.

The snow should really be melting, the sound of water dripping, falling from the eaves, sharp icicles formed on the edge of the eaves, and occasionally a few pieces of broken ice fell down with a clatter.

The mountains in the distance are covered with thick white snow, and occasionally a few dark brown rocks are exposed, dotted among them, which looks like a landscape painting with appropriate shades.

The proprietress took a bag of melon seeds, sometimes peeled them and threw the melon seeds on the ground. The melon seeds that fell on the ground instantly attracted a group of sparrows who came out to look for food after the snow.

They were talking, as if they were talking about a strange person.

"Here, it's right there," the proprietress pointed to the sunken snow field in front of the door while eating melon seeds, "That man has been standing there for an unknown amount of time, just standing there. I feel that the room is stuffy in the middle of the night. I saw her when I opened the window, and it snowed a little at night, and that person was covered in snow, looking scary and motionless."