I was so excited that I couldn't speak, it seemed that there were many things blocking my chest together, holding there so that I couldn't breathe, I wanted to grab her hand, but my body couldn't move, I looked anxiously into her eyes, for fear that she would disappear. (Latest Chapter Update)

Her fingers were still on my face, but a tear slipped from the corner of her eye, "Leng Xiao, take good care of yourself for me, understand?" ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she stepped back little by little, and no matter how reluctant I was, the shadow became fainter and fainter, and finally disappeared into the white moonlight.

I wanted to rush over and hold her tightly, but my feet and voice didn't listen to me, and I seemed to use all my strength, but what I grabbed was nothingness.

"Momo."

I sat up in shock, only to realize that I had just dreamed.

I reached out and wiped the cold sweat from my head, the whole person was like taking a sauna, and I was soaking wet, the dream just now was so real, as if she was really beside me.

I don't think I'm suffering from gains and losses, others say that there is a kind of telepathy between lovers, since she can enter my dreams, does it mean that she really feels sorry for me?

Tianluo said I was crazy, and he stood aside with his arms crossed and watched me pack a simple bag.

"Are you really going to find her?"

He didn't say the rest of the word, in fact, he wanted to complain, you are crazy to go to someone who is already dead.

But I don't listen, I won't listen to everyone's words now, I only trust my intuition, she is not dead, Momo she is not dead at all, she is still alive in this world, but I don't know where it is, or the north of the ice and snow, or the south of the spring flowers, or the city of steel and iron tiles, or the countryside of peach blossoms in March.

In short, anywhere she might go, I'm going to look for her.

She spent four years looking for me all over the world, just because of the agreement between the cup and the utensils, I am willing to use it for four years, fourteen years, twenty-four years... As long as I still have a breath, as long as I can still take a step, even if I trek through mountains and rivers, over mountains and mountains, even if time is gone, at the end of the world, I will follow her wholeheartedly.

Momo, no matter where you are now, you have to wait for me, because I will be here soon.

With just a simple backpack, I hit the road.

I took her diary with me, and wrote down the places she said in it, and she said that she liked the desert, and although it was uninhabited, it felt like home; She said that she loves the sea and wants a house facing the sea, and every morning she opens the window, and the sun is warm in the room, and the seagulls are flying; She said that she likes the grassland, rides horses and sings, and is free; She said that she likes the mountains, always tenacious and upright, and just without desire...

It turns out that she has always liked to be close to nature and feel nature, and she hopes to roam freely and happily in this vast world.

When I came to the Ruoergai steppe, looking at the green grass in front of me and the blue water of the lake, I remembered that her smart eyes were like this lake reflecting the sky.

I wrote down the vastness of the grassland in her diary, then drank a bowl of barley wine and continued on the road.

I came to the Himalayas, climbed up with the climbers, and stood halfway up the mountain, and I looked into the valley as if I could see her dress fluttering, like the snow that covered half of the mountain.

I wrote down the majesty of the mountains in her journal and continued on the road under the banner they hoisted.

I don't know how many roads I have walked, how many places I have visited, I have no purpose like a wandering traveler, and every time I go to a place, I write down the scenery and people in a short sentence in my diary.

I know that maybe in this life, I still can't find her, in fact, I just uphold the thoughts in my heart, want to chase her soul, only keep walking, keep searching, I feel that I am still alive, I still carry her hopes and dreams all the way forward.

I've been like this for a year, I've been to too many places, I've been in a horse-drawn carriage, I've taken a tractor, I've talked to angry young people on the train about the current situation, I've met a lot of people, I've walked a lot, but every step I take, I remember it so deeply, this is the place I've walked with her.

I didn't expect that I would come here again, or from the beginning, I had a kind of love-hate entanglement with this place, and this is also the place where Qiu Mo once said that she didn't want to come back, but I finally ignored that sentence, the fallen leaves return to the roots, the red flowers are protected, and she has been wandering outside alone for a long time, and when it comes to the twilight or the end of her life, she actually wants to end this life in the land where she was born.

Iceland is no longer the poison cave where the smell of gunpowder smells everywhere, and the people here live and work in peace and contentment, or cultivate fields, or fish for a living, and the slums where she and I used to stay have built new houses, lined up with red tiles and white walls, neatly lined up like soldiers.

I walked in this land where there was too much blood and sweat, and I saw bare-bottomed children running in front of me, when I was their age, I was already working in a drug processing factory, I didn't have enough to eat, I couldn't dress warmly, and now they are not rich, at least they can have no worries about food and clothing, and receive the most normal education.

I begged a family for a glass of water and sat down under a tree to rest.

How would Qiu Mo feel if she knew that I was back here?

I smiled on my lips and imagined it.

After drinking water, I wanted to continue walking around the island, someone hung out calligraphy and paintings on the street, it turned out to be a sketch portrait for people, I stopped idle, saw these live sketches of most of the characters, I had lost interest, but the stall owner suddenly hung out a painting but let my heart beat uncontrollably, I grabbed the painting tightly in my hand, as if there were thousands of voices waving the flag and shouting in my heart, that joy can no longer be suppressed, like eating popcorn when I was a child, and making a banging sound in the constantly rotating stove, and then spread out a piece of white flowers.

The person on this painting turned out to be me.

I hurriedly took out the diary on my body, and my hand trembled and dropped the diary on the ground, I picked it up, wiped the dust off it with my sleeve, and carefully opened it.

In her diary, she painted many portraits of me when I was in Iceland, asleep, laughing, or angry.

At this time, when I compared the painting in my hand with the diary, I was more sure that this painting was really painted by her.

The boss was still looking at my abnormal behavior in a daze, he didn't understand how this person could see a painting as if he was seeing a peerless treasure, I grabbed him and asked, "What about the person who painted this picture?" ”

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