"Original...... This is my past, so real but like a dream, so bitter!"

The drizzling rain fell, the thick snow melted layer by layer, and the cold was even worse, Mo Wei, who was lying on Mei Zhi's side, the original crazy wail was no longer there, at this time, he was drowned by a dead silence, so that his heart full of sores was covered with rich exhaustion and pain.

His self-deprecation and emotion, like a sigh that cannot be dispelled in the rain, swirls in the snow!

For people with amnesia, regaining their memories should be a major event worth looking forward to and pondering, but at this moment, when Mei Zhi passed away, he felt the severe pain that his heart seemed to be torn apart and his body was even more like being fragmented.

In this wordlessness, in this ...... Already suffocated to the point of being unable to suffocate the pain, Mo Wei's dazed and desperate was overwhelmed by intense pain and resentment, replaced by a death-like silence in his heart.

"If everything were to happen all over again, I would like to never come and live this life stupidly. ”

The soft murmur was unheard, floating here, and when it echoed in Mo Zhi's heart, he looked sideways at Mei Zhi's pale face that would never open his eyes, and showed a soft smile, which could no longer be supported, and passed out.

Before he fell into a coma, Mo Wei's eyes vaguely appeared those scenes with Mei Zhi, that touch of the picture made him painful, and at the same time made him experience a kind of happiness that he had never obtained, these are memories that he can't erase even if his soul is destroyed, and it is also a trace of warmth in his heart after remembering everything.

If pain is an irreparable disease, and Mo Weizhen hopes that there is no cure the moment he closes his eyes, then ...... He will be able to live and fly with his loved ones.

However, the truth is not so beautiful!

If it is destined for disaster, then why should we pray? If we are separated from each other, then we should really ask why we should meet? If growing up is to accompany the beloved one by one to stay away, then we should ask why we need to come to the world?

A person who is entangled in the past and can't get out, a person who has tasted pain but is still experiencing pain and torture, who should be pointed to after a long time of tempering, this pain and resentment that is rich in the bottom of his heart and cannot be erased?

These questions echoed in his heart with the moment Mo Wei closed his eyes, bitter and astringent, the pain was deeply rooted in his whole body, it was the torment that he was bearing even if he was unconscious, he was confused in trembling......

A month later, the Mudanjiang River, the cold wind is no longer biting, but mixed with a trace of warmth, the slightly cool breath swirls here, the thick snow on the ground slowly fades, and the silver white can be faintly seen.

In a raised place stands a large green and glowing tree, and a piece of pure white can be seen in the high place of sight, which is a layer of white snow that has not yet faded, and in the eyes, it looks like a pure white snow hat is worn on this tall tree.

This big tree...... It is the big tree that Mo Yu and Mei Zhi used to play in the snow and were tired of hiding from the snow.

At this time, under this big tree stood a group of men and women dressed in black, at the forefront was Mo Wei, who was thinner than ever on his face was a sadness that could not be relieved, he was holding a black and white photo on his chest, the face in the photo was a happy smile he remembered in the past, and it was also a pain that he hid in his heart and could not erase.

Next to her was a haggard, tear-stained woman, holding a small oval box in her hand, she was Mei Zhi's mother.

After that, it was a woman with a beautiful face but also slightly white at this time with tears in her eyes, she was Mei Zhi's best friend Mu Wei, and on her shoulders was Shen Mingfeng, who was not very good-looking.

Shen Mingfeng and Mu Wei, who were very anxious, were in a panic in their hearts after receiving a call from Mo Wei and being told of Mei Zhi's death, and in this panic mixed with more disbelief, the two flew to Mudanjiang overnight, who knew that it was a pity, and the two did not even meet Mei Zhi's last face.

After that, some of Mei Zhi's relatives and friends, as well as familiar cousins and cousins, stood quietly under the tree, their faces were full of deep sadness, and sometimes shallow crying sounds, which repeatedly made the atmosphere of this place solemn and filled with a sense of depression.

"Zhi'er...... I hope that this wind can hold you in the palm of your hand and take you into the distance...... Remember to eat and drink well over there...... I remember missing my mom all the time...... Remember to be happy!"

The woman lifted the lid of the urn, tilted it high, and pointed the box to the air, and after a while, a slight cool breeze drifted in the air, and this wind penetrated into the box along the mouth of the urn, and then drifted away with the ashes.

The whirring wind swirled here, rolling Mei Zhi's ashes floating above everyone's heads, the big tree shook in the wind, the pure white at the top of the tree was blown down by the wind, and the snowflakes fell one by one, as if the response of the deceased was wandering silently!

Eventually, the place returned to tranquility in the roar of cars, but the rustling of the wind kept wafting here, as if it was no longer dependent on it, roaring in this panic and tension, searching for ......