What a wonderful thing it would be if all the colorful snowflakes were falling from the sky to give color to this cold winter and warmth to the frozen people. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Why is snow white?

There is a legend that is because the master who was in charge of dyeing the snow in the underground palace was drunk and forgot to paint the white snow, and when the white snowflakes fell to the earth, the Jade Emperor knew that there was no way, the snow had fallen on the earth, and since then, the snow in the underground palace is the white color.

It's just a legend.

Rose stayed in the house of the sheep's hometown, obsessively watching the scene of the snow outside the window, her belly had been pregnant with the sheep's child for more than nine months, and she returned to the sheep's home in the first few months, waiting for the moment when the child was about to give birth.

The child was born, Rose gave birth to a baby boy, the baby just gave birth, Rose got a strange disease, full of nonsense, unclear, the family invited the village doctor, the elderly doctor diagnosed: hysteria, he has no way to treat, quickly sent to the city hospital.

The family tied up the roses with quilts and carried them to a minibus in the village.

"I want to fly, I can fly, I want to find a job, I can live with him......" Rose was confused, struggling with all her might, desperately struggling, and the people of the family struggled to subdue her, to subdue her.

The car walked for more than an hour before it reached the hospital.

After the doctor saw it, he didn't say anything, hysteria, this kind of case, to the hospital, there is no case, only when the emotion is agitated, first of all, hang a bottle of sedative drip, for the rose infusion tied to the hospital bed, that night, the rose died in the hospital, a rose who has endured beautiful brainwashing on the road of life, a rose who bent over to hold an egg rice bag in order to feed his parents, a rose who has just lived a good life with sheep and sheep, a rose that never forgets to let live in his mind, just like that, in a cold winter, Quietly died.

Nana and Zhang Jianqiang, sheep and sheep, buried the roses next to Jean's grave.

The three of them followed their relatives around them, and they all cried, and in front of them, there stood three graves, in which three young people were buried. The living weep for the dead because the dead lived with them when they were alive. This kind of feeling, the dead no longer know, and the living people for them lost these unforgettable people, unable to control their tears. Rest in peace, for the living, for the dead, silently recite this unspeakable language in your heart.

Yang Yang returned to his home with egg rice bags. He and Rose's children were left to their mother to raise.

Nana and Zhang Jianqiang then came to the home of the egg rice bun.

The parents of the rice bag went back to their house with red eyes.

In the wheelchair sat a crying egg rice bag, and he sat there with his whole body, crying bitterly.

Nana and the sheep also wiped their tears.

It took him a long time to stop crying. He looked at Nana, speechless, "We can't choose life and death, we can't choose our tears, if grief can turn into tears, then let it flow to your heart's content", Nana cried.

The tears of the sheep were intermittent, a creature that had once been in his arms, a phantom that still appeared in front of him, a woman who gave birth to a son for him, completely left him, and there was no way to forget her except crying.

"Why didn't Rose's parents come?" "Their daughters have all died, and they have no connection with this family, so they can only stay in their own homes in the countryside." Nana said, "Sister Nana, you and Yangyang, take them back, and tell them that this is their home and they need our care," and said sincerely, "I, I will never marry, and I will provide for them in old age," Yang Yang confessed his heart.

Nana looked at the two husbands of the roses in amazement, saw their sincerity, and felt that it was a blessing for the roses for a woman to meet these two, but the roses were no longer there, and this blessing had changed a little.

On the seventh day of Rose's death, Nana and the sheep came to Rose's house.

Rose's father and mother, hearing the voice of Nana and the sheep, let the two of them into the back room, after sitting down, Rose's father heard the greetings of the rose and the sheep, and understood that they came this time to pick up the two of them to the rice bag house, Rose's father from his blind eyes shed bright tears, he began to cry bitterly, Rose's mother also cried, and the parents shed color blood for their deceased daughter.

Nana and the sheep had tears on their faces.

Finally the two old men stopped crying.

"The roses are dead, do we need to go?" Rose's father asked, "Father, Mom, Princess Nana and I are specially picking up the two of you today, it means to hold egg rice buns, he can't do without you two, he wants to provide for you in old age." Yang Yang said deliberately, and then he said: "I will also follow him, for your two elders to retire to the end, we will let the rose clear purpose." "You two are here, do you mean to pack the children?" Rose's father asked again, "Yes, we are here this time for the rice bag", and Nana said, "The child's love is very rare, and we have no choice but to be respectful and obey our fate," said Rose's father.

Today is the seventh day of Rose's death, Nana and Sheep leave the cart at Rose's house, and she tells Rose's parents that they will go and burn some paper for Rose first.

The snow is still fluttering in the quiet mountain village, there is no intention to stop at all, Nana and the sheep came to the grave of the rose, poured the burning paper in the silk bag carried by the sheep and sheep in front of the grave of the rose, Nana took out a few rolls of burning paper from the pile of burning paper, put it close together to let Sheng, let the living grave, and then lit the burning paper, three graves, three fires burned, the snowflakes falling from the sky underground, around the three piles of burning paper, fell, there was no snow on the ground of the three graves, until the burning paper stopped burning, the snow gathered together, slowly, The ground of the three burial parcels was re-covered with white snowflakes.

Nana walked to the three graves in turn, and said goodbye to the people who had lived by her side in turn, "I'm going back, I'll come back in the future to burn money for you, rest in peace," Nana left the three graves, and slowly didn't know how to leave this uncomfortable place.

Nana and Yang Yang returned to Rose's home, pulled her father and mother, rushed out of this sad little mountain village, followed the road formed by Jiang Bing, and drove slowly on the way home.

It wasn't until the beginning of spring that Nana saw that Yang Yang drove the lock-repairing work car to the door of the bookstore again, standing alone next to the work car, surrounded by egg rice bags and roses.

Every time at noon, Nana took the initiative to go outside and beckon him into the house for dinner.

He came in silently, went out silently, no one knew what he was thinking, silently doing silent work for customers.

Only Nana knew what this young man was thinking, and only Nana understood that this young man was already very old in his heart.

Winter had passed, and his heart was cold, because he knew that spring could only warm the earth, not melt his cold heart. All year round is winter for him.

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