The woman added wood to the stove and sent the temperature into the furnace through the palm of her hand, and when the crackling sound was heard, the already warm heat in the room boiled even more, filling the surroundings.

This warmth surrounds Mo Wei's body, as well as Mei Zhi snuggled in his arms, which is an extremely harmonious and warm picture.

It's just that...... In this warm situation, Mei Zhi kept trembling, her face was pale, and there was coldness from Mo Yao's palm, and even Mo Zhi's heart was trembling, and the faint pain was sudden.

The woman lowered her head, and tears slid down her haggard countenance, and these tears flowed all the way down like hard, thin ice cubes piercing her heart, making her unable to contain her emotions.

"...... the pit"

Mei Zhi's violent coughing sound, drowning out the explosion sound of the firewood burning, like the bell of death ringing between the two of them, and Mo Yan's clothes were stained with a large patch of blood.

Mo Wei couldn't stop crying, hugged her tightly in his arms, hoping to wrap her through the coldness of her body with the warmth in her arms, and the murmurs in her mouth were mixed with sobs, swinging in the house.

"Little Plum ......"

The intermittent coughing stopped, Mei Zhi raised her head, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her hand, looked at the face of the person in front of her, and showed a relieved smile on her face: "Xiao worry, I'm fine, but my throat is uncomfortable again." ”

Mo Wei was silent, his heart was torn, and when tears poured down, the pale face belonging to Mei Zhi in his eyes was divided and shattered.

"Xiao worry, it's so stuffy in the house, I want to go out for a walk. ”

The fragile and weak voice came, Mo Wei hesitated for a moment, the worry and distress in his eyes struggled a few times, and quietly retreated, he helped Mei Zhi to open the door curtain, and walked out of the house when the woman was in tears.

This is already the third day of the trio's stay in Mudanjiang, and it is also the heaviest day.

On this morning, the heavy snow pressed down and swept again, submerging the place, and in this bad weather, the cold wind was howling, the snow was empty, and there were two blurred figures in the distance.

They are like deer spirits in the snow, and the severity of the weather cannot affect them in the slightest.

The biting cold scraped on the faces of the two, but Mei Zhi did not feel the slightest discomfort, but her already cold body felt surprisingly comfortable in this cold world.

Although Mo Wei felt a stinging pain, because of the existence of the person beside her, she ignored these, because for him, compared to these external ones, the pain in his heart that could never be concealed was even more undiminished.

The woman stood outside the house, looking at the figure in the distance, the complexity in her eyes made her stop the urge to catch up, and the piercing cold also filled her surroundings, and lingered in her heart for a long time.

"Xiao You, do you know why I like snow?" Mei Zhi left Mo You's support, and under his gaze, she took a step forward, and stood in front of her hands in the air in the shape of a hand.

"Because it's pure white, it's beautiful like a fairy tale...... It symbolizes my love for you, and it is so pure!"

Mo Wei stared at her back, and the deep sadness in her eyes was also misty because of these words, which made her remember that year when the same words came out of her mouth, and they were still very happy at that time.

Then...... There was no torture of illness, no ups and downs of wind and waves, the life of the two was very quiet, he went to work, and she had prepared a hot meal waiting for him at home.

Happiness is like this, but it can't withstand the setbacks of the years!

It is as if the sky is not accustomed to the wide and flat of the earth, and it has to pull up thousands of mountains and waves, as well as the bottomless abyss without limits, in order to calm the dissatisfied heart......

"Little worry, promise me...... If I'm gone, take care of myself. ”

There were two people sitting under the big tree that had become pure white covered by snow, Mei Zhi was leaning on Mo Yan's shoulder, a faint voice swayed, and tears flowed down her pale face.

"I hope that when you remember everything, you can come out of the past years, stop being entangled in the past, don't imprison yourself in that memory again, don't decade yourself when I'm not there, don't remember me when I'm away, don't blame anyone, don't blame yourself, and live for yourself, okay?"

Mo nodded vigorously, and the tears in his eyes seemed to be out of control, and more flowed.

"Future...... You're going to meet a girl who's better than me, and you're going to take my place...... Love you ......"

After a long time, except for the sound of the cold wind whirling, there was only relative calm, Mei Zhi's words were cut off, and when Mo Zhi was muttering alone, Mei Zhi closed his eyes on his shoulder and slowly fell asleep......