A sudden heavy rain in Xiaoxinganling was blown to the capital by a strong wind, a heavy snow, the New Year's bell was about to be ringed, the year was lifted, but the story became a freeze frame at this moment.

After dealing with the sequelae left by Li Zhen, Wang Chuhe sat in the car haggardly, and the sleepless days made this middle-aged man, who was already very old, look like an old pine tree that had been dead for a long time, and even his torso began to crumble.

The heavy snow slowly covered the Volkswagen Phaeton, Wang Chuhe, who was sitting in the car, just squinted his eyes, and the dazzling high beams lit up on the opposite side of the street buried in the heavy snow, perhaps some kind of coincidence, the lights also turned on behind the car, and the two black Toyota Land Cruisers slowly approached.

Wang Chuhe stretched out his hand, took out a box of diamond lotus cigarettes with only one left in the car, put it to his mouth and lit it, and then looked at the skylight that was completely covered by snow, and he couldn't see the starry sky that the capital should have.

"Today is a good day. Wang Chuhe sighed.

The two Land Cruisers stopped on the left and right of the phaeton like this, the lights went out, Wang Chuhe just gulped down a cigarette, his hand kept on the mobile phone, and there was a number on it, but even at this time, he didn't dial it.

The door of the Land Cruiser opened, and more than a dozen people were brushed down, burly with fierce faces, led by a long-haired man who looked a little yin and yang.

The long-haired man walked up to the driver's seat and knocked on the window.

Wang Chuhe lowered the car window, and his sickly pale face looked particularly terrifying in the dark night.

"Brother, borrow a cigarette to smoke. The long-haired man said.

Wang Chuhe gestured at the empty cigarette case, and then handed half of the cigarette in his hand to the long-haired man.

The long-haired man took the cigarette, put it to his mouth and smoked it without taboo or anything, and then muttered: "Winter in the capital, even if you spend most of your life in this ghost place, you can't adapt to it." ”

Wang Chuhe smiled, just leaned on the saddle, and replied: "It's so cold that it's biting, it's cold to people's hearts, and the road is slippery when it's dark." ”

"Brother, you're good to go. The long-haired man finished smoking the remaining half of the cigarette, then looked at Wang Chuhe in the car and said.

Wang Chuhe shook his head and said as if talking to himself: "The capital has not seen such a big snow for many years. ”

The long-haired man also smiled, shrunk his neck and said lazily, "Yes, this day is a little unusual." ”

The two were silent like this, and in the heavy snow, more than ten people stood around Phaeton like this.

"I heard that Luo Qingcang died. The long-haired man said abruptly.

Wang Chuhe nodded and said: "I heard that in the rivers and lakes, it is nothing more than another dead person, not to the point of making a fuss, this kind of thing, you have seen it very little?"

The long-haired man smiled, then stretched out his hand and took out a box of diamond lotus flowers from his pocket, took out one and threw it to Wang Chuhe and said, "Luo Qingcang is different from the past, this is an immortal, a great immortal." ”

Wang Chuhe put this cigarette to his mouth and lit it and said, "Immortals, immortals will also die, then they are not immortals." ”

The long-haired man was still squinting and smiling, and he didn't break anything, maybe he acquiesced to Wang Chuhe's words, and then suddenly probed into the car and left.

I don't know how long it took, but the evil ghost standing in the heavy snow had long since disappeared, leaving only the Volkswagen Phaeton parked in the middle of the road, and the cigarette that had just been lit had already fallen and extinguished.

In this cold night, the hot things fell down Wang Chuhe's hand drop by drop, the mobile phone screen slowly went out, and the number on it still hadn't been dialed out, this was the rivers and lakes, maybe every time you smoked a cigarette, you need to die.

At this moment, a Mercedes-Benz S400 got off the Beijing-Shanghai Expressway, and the Xue Monkey who was driving the car forcibly advanced the journey by a few hours.

Luo Qingcang, who was squinting and contemplating in the back seat, received such a text message on his mobile phone, he picked up his mobile phone, glanced at the text message, quickly deleted it, and then turned it off, and opened his eyes to see the Snow City gradually emerging in his eyes.

A long, long time ago, a fledgling teenager met such an unsightly man, if I remember correctly, that day, very similar to today, was also a sudden heavy snowfall.

And what this heavy snow has buried is not only muddy, but also bones, countless bones.

This year, this year.

"Wang Chuhe, do you regret following such a path with me?"

"Regret, why don't you regret it? But what's the use of regretting, I have such a bad life, along the way, I can be regarded as seeing a hundred lights, thousands of purples and thousands of reds, it is worth it. Wang Chuhe smoked a cigarette with all his might, although he said so, Luo Qingcang saw a million nostalgia through his eyes looking at the tens of millions of lights.

The things that this man pursues are simple and have a lot of difficulty.

It was something that ordinary people could easily touch, but he was not such an ordinary person.

The city that has been sleeping for many years has been awakened by this man's blood, and the story that has been sealed for many years is uncovered by a man's clenched fists on such a snowy night.

Li Panruo, who was sitting in the co-pilot, fell asleep, but Ma Wenrou, who was leaning against the window, gradually opened her eyes, she looked at Luo Qingcang, who was silently smoking an eye at the other end, and her expression was a little complicated.

"Just now, Wang Chuhe died. Luo Qingcang said so calmly, it didn't seem like he had known the dead man for seventeen years, and in Luo Qingcang's life, he could never find such a person.

"He's dying because of you. "Apparently this woman was not kind enough to comfort a stranger.

Luo Qingcang's smile was more or less bitter, as if he was comforting himself and said: "Dying is not a bad thing, what happens next, there will be many people who don't want to see it." ”

"Luo Qingcang, how much do you know about what happened next?" Ma Wenrou suddenly asked.

Luo Qingcang smiled and didn't answer, maybe he didn't have a definite answer.

"Su Cangsheng, is that the person?" Ma Wenrou continued to ask.

Facing Ma Wenrou, who asked knowingly, Luo Qingcang still only had a smile on his face, there was nothing more bitter in the world.

"Aren't you afraid of all these things you do, and in the end, no one knows?" Ma said gently, a little eager to squeeze too much out of Luo Qingcang.

And Luo Qingcang obviously saw Ma Wenrou's thoughts, but he didn't have any concerns, although the current Ma Wenrou may have become his enemy, he just gradually put away his smile, but his expression was not so serious and solemnly said: "It's so important to let such a Jianghu remember such a name that doesn't have much meaning?"

This eagle soaring high in the sky is so arrogant.