The wedding continued, and the sky slowly darkened in the toasts of everyone, humming and swirling, until it was surrounded by the growing darkness one by one, and the noise was drowned out with the silence gathered by the outside world, and finally the page was turned over.

There was a crisp sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding in the courtyard, and the people who came to congratulate them dispersed one by one, and the silence of the outside world seemed to have found a breakthrough, like a tide, and boundless tranquility spread.

Most of the male relatives and friends, when they come, they are smiling and upright, and when they leave, they are all left with the support of the people on their side, Mo Wei leaned on the door, and was also slightly drunk, I don't know whether to look at the departing guests, or look at the dark black curtain, his eyes flickered slightly, I don't know what he was thinking.

"Mo ...... Don't worry...... Shake, I'll go first......"

Under the encouragement of the elders, even Lu Jingyuan, who has always been gentle and does not touch the drink, has red cheeks, and under the support of others, she almost stutters when she speaks, mistaking Mo Wei for shaking, but in fact she is drunk.

The woman who was supporting her smiled wryly, said hello to Mo You, and then stuffed Lu Jingyuan into the car and left here.

Time passed slowly, until there was no sound in the courtyard, the lights were dimmed one by one, Mo Yu refused anyone's send-off, and his figure disappeared into the darkness as he walked away.

Everyone had retreated, leaving this memorable moment for the newlyweds and the newlyweds, for whom the night was destined to be sleepless.

The road was dark, the barking of dogs resonated and swirled, Mo Wei turned a deaf ear to this, walked slowly, the cool wind whistling in his ears, and the night like ink was sprinkled down, but he was used to being alone in it, silent and silent, hiding his heart tightly.

The ticking of time rustled like the gentle wind, and the silence of the night relaxed Mo Wei, and he gradually liked it...... This kind of loneliness gradually likes the inky darkness of the night, and gradually likes to seal his thoughts so that no one can notice them......

The tiredness of the memory pressed on him, and all the previous things were like a film projected in his mind, because he experienced more ups and downs than others, so that Mo Wei's originally open heart was slowly closed, and most of the acquaintances who used to talk about everything were also converged, and those who were either eager or heartfelt finally drowned in the bottom of his heart and stopped at the side of his mouth.

Time is like the water that is spilled out, which can never be recovered, and the water that is volatilizing on the ground is like all that it once was, and because of all the heat it has suffered, it is dissipating little by little, and finally seems to be hidden in the invisible air, with the passage of time, with the continuous ...... Never again.

As I walked, time passed inadvertently from under my feet, and before I knew it, a day ...... Two days, one month...... Two months, half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past six months, Mo Wei has traveled through many places, from early spring to hot summer, hot summer to cold winter, until a light snow floated, and the snowflakes fell on his body, as if dyeing his hair white.

"Zhi'er, I'm back. ”

Facing the wind and snow, Mo Wei stood outside the empty house, whispering softly, this year's journey has made his heart more and more tired, different from physical fatigue, but more walking, a heart can not find a home, resulting in a kind of numbness and fatigue.

Time shuttled from the side and gradually slipped away, and the wind and dust along the way were like fog, so that Mo Wei's depressed figure was covered with a layer of vicissitudes, and it was blurry that people couldn't see clearly.

In half a year, he has traveled to countless places, seen relatives and friends he has not seen for a long time, or joy or melancholy, but he can't hide the tiredness and bitterness in his heart.

"Some people are in the city, and some people are hidden in the countryside.

Some people live in the past and do nothing, while others live in tomorrow, planning for the future, strengthening their beliefs, and moving forward in the wind.

More people are suffering from the trauma of reality, becoming either physically disabled, stupid, or mentally disabled, but they all have their own ways of living.

How to decide is a person's choice, and this choice is not cruel, and this person is not helpless...... Maybe we didn't have a choice from the beginning, but people were too hypocritical, and under the fact that everything could not be reversed, the mediocrity caused by self-disturbance.

Maybe that's how to put it...... It's just that being born with too much affection.

Life is scattered like a ping, life is strange and impermanent, or self-living or bright in front of others, but no one will give up easily...... It's just that no one wants to live up to this creation of life!"

A year's journey, from the street to the alley, from the downtown to the countryside, along the way, Mo Wei saw too many pictures, mixed tastes of life, ordinary pursuit or extravagant life, actively forge ahead or bow his head to compromise, that scene emerged, when he was moved, there were too many feelings.

Once......

Let the hot wind flutter back and forth, but it can't dispel the sadness in Mo Wei's heart, he knelt in front of his grandmother's grave and cried freely, telling his heart that only Feng'er can understand, and also raised a toast in front of the grave of his grandfather who he had never met, and the bitter and spicy liquor entered his throat, making him let go of the heavy reality.

Once......

Autumn is strong, flowers are gone, the wind is swirling, and in the picture that makes Mo worry's heart warm, he saw his own mother, who was infinitely old, holding an eight-year-old child in her hands, with a loving smile on her face, and the thin man next to him also blurred his memory, and his sideburns flashed a few wisps of white, and he also looked at the immature child, with a kind smile on his face.

Quietly staring, the light rain suddenly fell, Mo Wei stayed for a long time, until the figure in his eyes had already dissipated, he was still watching in the rain, his slightly red eyes, as if wet by the rain, and finally turned away in this wordlessness, even with tears floating behind him, but he couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain.......

Once......

A cousin and cousin who have not been in touch for a long time, or various friends he has met by chance in his life, he has been there, drinking, letting go of the heavy burden of reality, with memories in his eyes, and nagging about their past.

The leaves are green and yellow, the birds come and go, the wind and frost of the four seasons are draped on his shoulders, Mo Wei went to countless places, saw the familiar faces in his memory, pushed the cup and changed the lamp, listened carefully to their hearts, the spicy wine entered the throat, mixed with the bitterness in the heart, and I don't know whose sigh is whirling, and I don't know who hid himself in the corner and let this tears fall.......

"Little worries...... Little worries ......"

The memory was like a bursting wind and snow blowing in Mo Wei's heart, like stopping in a ruined place, which made his heart, which was mostly numb and silent in the past six months, ripple like ripples on the surface of the water, so that he could vaguely hear that the deep thoughts were calling in the years.

"Zhi'er...... I'm here. ”

In the gaze, the snow falling like a goose also became blurred, and her vows faintly came from the years, echoing softly in Mo Wei's ears, slowly calming him down, like a drowning person can breathe again, making him feel at ease.

The bleak and sparse sound of the wind, like her soft murmur, was calling for Mo Wei.

The memories in the snow emerged, and the warmth flowed instantly, as if to dispel the shadows, heal the scabs in the heart one by one, and wet people's eyes.

Slowly, Mo Wei raised her head and looked at the empty space in front of her that was shattered by the wind and snow, and the snow fell on her eyes, blurring, as if her figure was still ......