Snow flies, swirling through the ice-edged windows. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Clean snowflakes fell on the light chestnut hair, reflecting the girl's bloodless face.

It was a cold room, empty. Only the ice ridges crawled all over the corners of the wall like wild grasses that grew wildly in summer, sticking out sharp ice spikes, exuding an icy aura.

The chain is wrapped around the ankle,

Qianling curled up in a ball and shivered with cold.

She was still wearing the blood-stained white dress, and her hands and legs were covered in blood, which was shocking.

The wound was red and swollen from the cold, and she hugged herself tightly, trying to retain some warmth, but the cold wind penetrated and took away the last trace of warmth.

The snow was falling, and there was silence.

As if she had woken up from a dream, she raised her face slightly and looked out the window.

A world of plain white.

The vision is a little blurry.

The cold was numb, and she didn't feel hunger, nor pain.

I've been locked up in this spiral tower for two days, and I don't know what floor it is, I don't know which room it is, and I don't even have the strength to stand up and go to the window to look out.

The world was so quiet, except for the wind howling outside the window, and the faint sound of the growth of the ice ridges that could be heard in the walls, and I couldn't even hear the sound of my own breathing, or the sound of my heartbeat.

Probably dying?

Her eyes were half-open and half-narrowed, and she thought in a daze.

Snow spilled in from the window like a sparkling flotsam, spilling on her hair and dress, like a snow-white quilt covering her.

In a trance, I couldn't tell whether reality or dream was clear, and the cold winter many years ago suddenly came to my mind. That year, the snow fell so big and so big, and it covered a face, a body, and a world like this.

Seven years ago.

Tianshui District.

The snow fluttered and fell on the windows, making it look like a delicate trinket in a shop.

"It's beautiful......"

Ten-year-old Qianling leaned on the window, reaching through the window to caress the small snowflakes.

Her long chestnut hair was softly draped over her back, and she wore a patched white jacket with a few playful little freckles on her little red face.

Bang——!!

She shuddered with the sound of things smashing outside the door, and hesitated to walk slowly to the door.

Outside the door, the sound of a mother's crying could be faintly heard.

“...... Why are you bother......" Father's reassuring voice rang out, his voice low with a sigh.

"What can I do...... What else can you say! I can't live this day!"

“...... Don't be in a hurry, Xiaoling is still young. ”

"Ten years old, she's ten years old! Children of the same age can already fly, but she can't even grow wings!"

The sobbing sound was staccato and stacca.

"This family is too poor to open the pot, since you injured your wings and can no longer fly, I have been trying to support this family alone, but I am really tired......"

"She doesn't have wings at the age of ten, which means that she can only be a waste for the rest of her life! Even if she grows wings in the future, it will only be a small and useless dwarf type, she can't become a silver moon angel, she can't enter the upper class, she will only crawl at the bottom for the rest of her life like us!"

“...... But it's not fair to Xiaoling that you're doing this, it's not her fault......"

“...... I don't want to do this, I don't want to do this, but is there any way, for Xiao Yu...... At least for Xiao Yu to grow up healthily and finish school well. That kid is so good, he's our family's only hope!"

“......”

There was a long silence.

The tiny hand clenched at the doorknob, quietly retracted, and clenched into a small fist.

Qianling lowered her head, her lips were bitten, and the cold wind seemed to suddenly blow in from the window, and the cold air spread to the bottom of her heart, freezing her heart entirely.

"Sister!"

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands hugged her from behind, and Qianling turned her head to see the little boy's white face.

"Sister, what are you doing?" Qian Yu blinked her eyes, rubbing her around coquettishly, a pair of crystal amber eyes were full of light, "I can't sleep, can you tell me a story?"

"Didn't you just talk about it?"

She petted his soft little face.

"I still want to hear it......"

Bang——!!

Outside the door again, there was the sound of things shattering.

Qian Yu shrank and hid in Qian Ling's arms, holding her white jacket in her hand, a little scared.

"Sister, why do mom and dad keep arguing?"

Qianling was stunned, and her eyes seemed to glow with water.

"Sister?" he looked at her and tilted his head.

"Xiao Yu, isn't my sister useless?" said in a low voice with frustration.

"No, my sister is the most useful. Qian Yu looked at her, and her voice was soft and immature.

Qianling looked at him with a serious look and said that she was "very useful", and couldn't help but laugh "poof".

"Sister...... Are you still sad about the wings?" Chiba looked at her cautiously.

"No ......"

"It's okay, it's okay if my sister doesn't have wings! Xiao Yu has wings, Xiao Yu's wings are my sister's wings, and when I grow up, I'll fly with my sister, or give my wings to my sister ......"

Qianling looked at him blankly, her heart seemed to be blocked by moist cotton, and tears rolled down her eyes one after another.

"Sister...... don't cry!"

Qian Yu seemed to be frightened by her sudden tears, and hurriedly stood on tiptoe to wipe the tears from her face.

"Xiao Yu, thank you. ”

Reaching out to hug him gently, a smile appeared on Qianling's lips.

These words of yours are enough.

"What more stories do you want to hear?" she smiled and scratched his nose.

"Can I still listen to the story tonight?" he said, his eyes wide with delight, his cheeks flushed.

"I'll tell you as much as you want to hear. ”

"Really!" Qian Yu smiled and threw herself into Qian Ling's arms, "Sister is the best! Xiao Yu likes her sister the most!"

Qianling gently rubbed his short chestnut hair, but her eyes were gloomy.

Xiao Yu, how much time will my sister have in the future to be able to accompany you to tell you stories?

Early morning.

Reaching out to comb the wrinkled corners of his clothes and a few strands of chestnut hair on his head, Qianling handed him the schoolbag.

"Be careful on the road, don't fly too high or too fast, slow down, don't hit or fall. ”

"I know, my sister has been getting more and more verbose lately. Chiba stuck out her tongue.

Behind her, a pair of snow-white slender wings spread, Qian Yu waved at her, ran out of the door and disappeared into the sky in a blink of an eye.

Qianling watched his back turn into a small dot and gradually disappear.

Taking a deep breath, she lifted the basket at the door, turned to look at her mother, who was sitting at the table with a somewhat dull look in her eyes, and smiled softly.

"Mom, let's go. ”

Her mother didn't talk to her much along the way, and she seemed to be preoccupied.

"Mom, today's eggplant doesn't look very fresh, can I buy winter melon?"

In the crowd, Qianling walked over from the stall with a basket, looked up at her mother, and her voice was soft and cautious.

Her mother ignored her, her eyes blank as if she was thinking about something.

"Mom......?"

With a twinkle in her eyes, her mother looked down at her, reached out and pulled her to the side of the road, and slowly half-squatted down in front of her.

"Xiaoling...... Mom suddenly remembered that there was something to do, and she wanted to leave for a while, so you wait for me here, okay?"

The hand was gently stretched out, as if to caress her face, but suddenly stopped, and the mother lowered her head and pursed her lips, her hair slightly covering her face.

Qianling looked at her, staring intently, holding the basket in her hand, and then opened it easily.

She sniffed and smiled, "Okay." ”

Busy.

The figure of the mother gradually drowned in the sea of people.

There was no looking back.

The little figure stood in place, and she finally couldn't restrain herself from crying, tears rolling down one after another, wetting the white jacket with patches.

People watched curiously as the little girl was standing on the side of the road with a vegetable basket and crying, and someone kindly came forward to ask, but she just cried and shook her head.

The sky gradually changed from pale blue to deep blue, blue-purple, and finally settled.

Night falls.

In the uninhabited vegetable market, Qianling squatted on the side of the road, her chestnut hair was scattered over her shoulders, stained with a few small snowflakes.

She was crying with some hiccups, her face was stained with tears, and her eyes were swollen.

Even though she knew that her mother would probably not return, she remained stubbornly where she was, as if holding on to the last glimmer of hope.

Snow falls from the depths of the heavens,

Crystalline, pure white,

But it is cold to the marrow.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and she cowered in the corner of the roadside, hugging herself and curling up like a little snowman.

She doesn't blame her mother, it's because she's so useless, it's she who forced her mother to make a painful choice.

It's just that the tears are still hot, and the ice crystals in her heart freeze her fiercely.

Far away in the middle of the city, the colorful lights are still swaying warmly.

And she is left with only a world of tranquility,

One world white.