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Since New Year's Eve, there has been no new news from Leng Feng.

Bie Dong knew that he had officially started his resident art creation. After a long time, one day late at night, he suddenly received a message from Leng Feng, which was a poem: "When you are born, you will come back, and when you die, you will be longing for Sauvignon Blanc. Wife, don't forget me."

Bie Dong didn’t see it until the next morning. He went to search and found out where it came from and what it said. These two poems are very heavy. As long as I live, I will definitely come back. Even if I die unfortunately, I will always miss it. you.

Bie Dong found out that the author of this poem was Su Wu, who was the general of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty when he was young.In 100 BC (the first year of the Tianhan Dynasty), the Xiongnu showed favor to the great Han and released the envoys of the Han Dynasty who had been detained. Therefore, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty sent Su Wu to lead a mission to the Xiongnu to return the envoys of the Huns detained by the Han Dynasty.On the eve of his departure, Su Wu bid farewell to his beloved wife, reluctantly, and wrote this poem sadly. As a result, it was really difficult to return after this trip. After 19 years of sheep herding in Beihai, when he returned to his hometown, his temples were all gray.

Don't look up and think, if this is the time of war, it might really be a matter of a lifetime for them to be separated like this. When they go there, willows are green, and when they meet again, both sides may already be old men with white beards. I don't know how to say goodbye. Thinking about that scene, I feel a little sad and a little funny.

When he confronted White Beard with Leng Feng, would Leng Feng call him so nastyly, "Wife, have you forgotten me"?

At this time, looking at Leng Feng's "sworn oath" message, Bie Dong felt a solemn loveliness from the bottom of his heart.

The days in Lijin are flat and regular. After spring, the operation of "Old Mountain" is on the right track. Although it is not as good as the peak season in winter, there are businesses from after the festival to before the rainy season, and the inn is small. , being managed by Biedong is full of customers every day, and life is very fulfilling.

Already a small boss, he found that he still likes to settle accounts as before, calculating monthly expenses and income. The tattered leather bag is still there, and it is completely useless, but don’t take it with you, like It is to remember my own origin and the most down-and-out time.

This small inn can't make a lot of money, but it can make Bie Dong's life very comfortable. However, he is not a person who is easily satisfied. The inn has just started on the right track, and he is already thinking about what to do next.

In the blink of an eye, it was the beginning of April, and they had been separated for more than three months.

The Ching Ming Festival is here, and there are many stalls selling sacrificial supplies on the streets of the ancient city. Bie Dong suddenly wants to go home.

Suddenly, those two lonely tombs buried in the mountains were a little lonely. Back then, he told them "maybe I won't come back again", but now, he wants to go back and tell them personally that I am doing well, don't you Worry, I also found someone I like.

There were not many things to do at the inn, so he asked Si Fang and Xiao Tang to take care of it for him, and booked a ticket back to the north on the Internet.

When I came here, I took the green leather train for two days and two nights, and the flight back landed at the provincial capital airport in less than four hours. Bie Dong took a high-speed train and then took the bus to the county seat. He was not there. Stopped in the county seat and transferred directly to the minibus to the village.

He was the head of Xuehu Village until he was 13 years old. When he entered the village, he met some tribesmen. He could still remember the names of some faces, but others no longer remembered him. They looked at him hesitantly, as if they thought he looked like a However, he suspected that he had misread it. Don Dong knew that he had changed from when he was 13 years old, and now he looked more like a foreigner.

In April, the forest is still snowing. In Biedong's memory, the snow here will continue until mid-May, and then there will be a short spring and summer, and the snow season will start again and again from mid-September.

There is still a set of my father’s log cabin here, which has been in disrepair for a long time and is almost uninhabitable. He wore thick clothes, pushed open the courtyard door of the log cabin, stood under the corridor and tried to push the wooden porch pillars and walls The inside is solid. This house was built by my father in the year he got married. Don't trust his father's craftsmanship.

There was still an ax in the firewood room, so I picked it up and looked around. When I came back, I brought a few bundles of firewood. There was a kang in the room that could make a fire. Bie Dong didn’t know if the chimney was open, so he tried to throw away a few pieces of firewood. He went in, waited for a while after lighting it, and found that the smoke was going up the flue, and it was not blocked, so he added more firewood with confidence, and a glass window was broken. He found the old calendar and simply nailed it to block the wind , The room quickly heated up.

Another bucket of well water was fetched, Bie Dong took off his down jacket, found an old rag in the house and started to work, carefully wiped the edge of the Kang, tables, chairs and benches and the windows that were still in good condition, swept the floor again, and then Sitting on the steaming kang, I looked at this dilapidated but familiar "home".

It was getting dark and he decided to stay here for a few nights.

He brought some food and water in his bag, so he could get through tonight and think about it tomorrow during the day.

The switch and power supply had already been cut off, and Bie Dong didn't plan to reconnect it. He found a few candles in the drawer of the closet. These things were common items before, Bie Dong still remembered.

While rummaging in the old wardrobe, he accidentally found something that surprised him, which was a pair of rings.

The pair of dusty gold rings were lying in the corner of the small drawer in the middle of the closet. Bie Dong recognized them at a glance. They were the wedding rings of his parents. When his father passed away and was buried, his mother kept the rings for making She put a necklace around her neck, but when she remarried, the two rings suddenly disappeared.

Bie Dong has never known where the pair of rings went until now.

He rubbed them in his hands, feeling both precious and sad in his heart, and carefully put them in his pocket.

The old bedding was a bit dirty, and the cotton had already scrunched up, so Bie Dong didn't care. He spread them out on the heated kang, took off his clothes and got in.

The next day, Bie Dong found the previously used tent and the shotgun in the wooden house. A thought popped into his mind. He packed the tent without hesitation, carried the shotgun and his own backpack and went to the mountains.

Early in the morning, the whole village was still asleep, only a single set of footprints walked up the mountain. Bie Dong knew the direction with his eyes closed. The feeling of Luming Mountain and Li Mountain was completely different. The seasons and the two mountains are constantly blending, the frost and the blazing, the silver and the blue are mixed together like melted paint.

He pitched the tent beside his parents' tombstone, then took out the wine in his backpack and poured a glass for his father and mother, and also for himself. He sat in front of the tombstone and said, "Dad, Mom, I'm back. I originally wanted to visit you with Brother Feng, but he is not here, so I will definitely bring him next time."

"He's someone I like."

After a pause, Bie Dong said, "If he comes back."

Lijin Town.

In the early morning of this day, Si Fang was still sleeping. He was awakened by the sound of knocking on the door. When he opened the door, he saw the haggard and vicissitudes of Leng Feng. He was stunned. Leng Feng asked: " Fourth brother, where's Xiaodong? I didn't see anyone when I got home."

"What's going on? Why did you come back suddenly? Doesn't Xiaodong know?" Si Fang came back to his senses and asked.

Leng Feng didn't bother to answer, he just said: "Xiaodong doesn't know, I didn't tell him, for fear that he would scold me."

Si Fang understood, "Cao, did you sneak back?"

Leng Feng didn't comment, just smiled, and Si Fang said: "Xiaodong has returned to his hometown, and he will go to worship his parents on Qingming Festival, and it will probably take a few days before he returns."

"Oh..." Leng Feng was stunned, and scratched his messy head, "I'll go find him now." As he said that, he was about to go to the airport again, and hurried out and came back: "Fourth brother, I'm in a hurry, I won't go home to pick up the car, or... would you please take me to the airport?"

Si Fang made another "scratch" and said, "You might as well call him and ask him to come back early."

Leng Feng looked serious: "That's different. I used to pick up my wife home and call him to come back. That was waiting to be beaten."

Si Fang had already taken the car keys, and said as he went out, "You still know you will be beaten, do you think you won't be beaten in the past? Do you know how hard Xiaodong has endured to let you pass by? How many things..."

Leng Feng actually laughed, and asked Si Fang: "Xiaodong misses me very much, doesn't he?"

Si Fang snorted angrily and refused to speak.

After tossing around until the afternoon, the minibuses from the town to the village stopped, and Leng Feng arrived at Xuehu Village in a tricycle. Thanks to Si Fang telling him that Bie Dong had mentioned to him before that he planned to stay in the village for a few nights. Please help him take care of the inn for a few more days.

Leng Feng didn't know that it was still winter in April in the Northland, so he wore a jacket and blew all the way in the tricycle where the wind leaked from all sides, making him sneeze from the cold.

He knocked on doors from door to door in the village and asked Bie Dong where his hometown was. He didn’t know Bie Dong’s father’s name, so he could only mention Bie Dong. The uncle came out to show Leng Feng the way.

There was no lock on the door of the cabin, Leng Feng went in and took a look, the room was cleaned very clean, but there was no one there, Leng Feng turned around and went out again, he looked at the towering snow-capped mountains behind the cabin, thoughtfully.

Leng Feng finally saw the snow in the northern country, and the faint sunset in the evening shone on the snowy forest. When Leng Feng saw Bie Dong's snow-like skin, his desire surged like an avalanche, which made him ignore his fatigue and go up the mountain. Use both hands and feet on the road, and go faster and faster.

The sky is getting darker and the snow is falling in the forest. On the way up the mountain, there are only a series of lonely footprints, which are almost covered by new snow. Leng Feng followed the footprints and saw many things that Bie Dong once told him. Animals in the forest, deer, squirrels, silly roe deer...Crossing a mountain pass, he saw a lake.

In the distance, Bie Dong sat with his back to him, by the lake, with two graves in front of him, a small tent next to it, and a bonfire burning.

Bie Dong's shoulders moved slightly, as if he was talking to the two tombstones in front of him. Leng Feng stood behind a tree and looked at it quietly for a while. The snow was falling harder and harder, and his upper and lower lips were stuttering from the cold. The whole person turned into a popsicle, but he didn't dare to step forward and make a sound.

Suddenly, Bie Dong got up, he moved quickly, and when he turned around, he was already holding a gun, facing the direction of Leng Feng, without making a sound, but the murderous aura as sharp as a knife came from afar.

Leng Feng walked out slowly, Bie Dong was stunned, and then quickly put down the gun.

He ran over in disbelief, his eyes widened, "Brother Feng? Brother Feng?" The man in front of him had hair and beard flying around, like a savage.

Without saying a word, Leng Feng hugged him tightly. Bie Dong was shivering from the cold, and asked, "Why do you..." He still didn't understand why a person who was tens of thousands of kilometers away suddenly appeared in front of him. Are you dreaming?

While hugging Leng Feng, he unconsciously bit his lips bleeding, it was not a dream, Bie Dong's brain was frozen like ice.

"Fuck his art, my wife, you are my art." Leng Feng thought about it day and night for so many days, and now he hugged someone and refused to let go, and his words were arrogant and wronged: "I only want you , if you're not by my side, it's meaningless for me to get anything."

Bie Dong was speechless, as soon as the big dog acted coquettishly, he couldn't do anything about it. He brought him back to the campfire, and the two cuddled tightly. Bie Dong asked him with a serious look: "What's going on? You Was it kicked out by someone?"

Leng Feng deliberately looked unhappy: "How can you say your husband is such a worthless person..."

Bie Dong suppressed a smile: "I think so, I know I miss my wife all day long, but it's useless."

Leng Feng admitted this matter most readily: "That must be." He also said seriously: "Honey, I've finished my work, and all I can think about is coming back to see you."

It's only been three or four months, only half of the time... Bie Dong has a headache: "What have you done? Don't you lie to me? What about the Biennale?"

Leng Feng didn't speak, but turned around, facing the tombstone of Bie Dong's parents, and saw two small black and white photos on the tombstone, Bie Dong's father remained in his 30s with a heroic appearance, while Bie Dong's mother looked It sounded a bit exotic, and Leng Feng recalled what Bie Dong once said, that his mother-in-law’s generation fled from abroad and came to China, and then married a tribe here, and gave birth to a mixed-race Bie Dong grandmother, and then Bie Dong. Mother, while Bie Dong's outline and facial features brought together all the advantages of her parents.

Leng Feng raised his right hand and said: "Mom and Dad are here, son-in-law Leng Feng swears that he will never lie to Xiaodong in this life, never cheat him, love him forever and be good to him!"

Don't be dumbfounded, what is this guy talking about...Mom and Dad? ? ? ?Son-in-law? ? ? ?

He was afraid that his parents would suddenly jump out of the grave...

After swearing, the shameless man turned around and held Bie Dong's hand: "I gave them the works of the Biennale. As for whether I can pass the selection, I don't care anymore. Without you by my side, I can't make up my mind at all." .”

"Honey, don't drive me away..."

Bie Dong couldn't help laughing while talking, what can my husband do, he laughed and scolded: "Thanks to my parents not being here, otherwise, just relying on your coquettish operation just now, don't even think about it in this village." Go out, you know."

Leng Feng didn't smile, he didn't say anything, he looked at Bie Dong affectionately in the forest illuminated by the fire and the bright moon, Bie Dong felt that he couldn't move his eyes any more, so he said softly: "Okay, never again. Chase you away."

These days, he thought about the worst ending. Leng Feng got more and more opportunities and went farther and farther. He could never come back here, and he couldn't return to himself. They seemed to be in two parallel time and space. , The previous love was a chance encounter in life, and then the sparks that bloomed, illuminated each other's hearts, but will eventually go out.

He was prepared for the worst outcome.

It was only at this time, seeing this person, that Bie Dong suddenly realized that he could not live without this person, he was not as open-minded as he thought, his "powerful" was nothing more than cruelly cutting off his love with a knife, What he got would be a pain that could never be healed, and now he knew that the pain was from both sides.

"Honey, do you know what I want most?"

"I know." Bie Dong leaned in Leng Feng's arms, he really knows now, there are three thousand weak waters, ten thousand stars, and there are endless "want" things in this world, but as long as you fall in love with that person , even if you hold gravel in your hand, it is worth thousands of stars.

"I want you." Leng Feng said, "Just you."

The author says:

It's like the finale... But it's still not over, and there are about a hundred chapters in total.