"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info "Hearing the news that the person he was concerned about had died three years ago, Zhang Xiaomeng couldn't help but think of this sentence in his mind.

In the summer of three years ago, Xia Xue had a love for children. came to this small mountain village where she fell in love with Zhang Xiaomeng for a year of volunteer teaching, and she regarded this volunteer teaching as a pre-marriage ceremony.

Love is here, so a year later, she will marry Zhang Xiaomeng with the blessing of the whole village, this is consummation, and it is also a little selfishness of hers.

The days of teaching are very hard, especially at night, when I am alone in these dilapidated schools, the mountain wind blows, and occasionally there are a few wild beasts roaring in the distance. For a little girl from a big city, lonely, lonely, afraid of being mixed together, she slept all night long,

In less than three months, Xia Xue changed from a fair-skinned city girl to a yellow-skinned country girl, she thought about giving up, but when she thought of the scene of marrying Zhang Xiaomeng a year later, she persevered again. During this period, Zhang Xiaomeng called countless times to ask where she was, and she said that she went abroad to study and would not come back for a year.

In this way, summer passed, autumn came, and she silently insisted and looked forward to it.

Winter came in the blink of an eye, Xia Xue looked into the distance in thick clothes, she was also looking forward to the day when Zhang Xiaomeng could come to this small mountain village on a whim, but the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, Zhang Xiaomeng never appeared, and hundreds of letters written by Xia Xue to Zhang Xiaomeng had accumulated on the desk.

Summer solstice and autumn come, my lover does not appear, the wind please blow slowly, blow slowly, take away my thoughts, take away my love, let my lover know in the distance, my waiting.

In the late winter and late spring, where is the lover, Xing'er please open your eyes, open your eyes, cross my tenderness, cross my heart, let my lover know in the distance, my waiting.

Countless shouts, the lover still didn't come, Xia Xue was a little discouraged, she didn't want to insist anymore, she wanted to go back, back to Zhang Xiaomeng's arms and cried bitterly, crying about her perseverance in the small mountain village, and why didn't he come, this may be the unwillingness in the dream!

Early in the morning, Xia Xue wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, simply cleaned up, and carried her small bag in the snowy weather, walking towards the nearest county seat, because she received a notice yesterday that a group of books donated by caring people asked her to sign for it, just like that, she set off with a few villagers.

The mountain road is slippery, which is a difficult challenge for Xia Xue, stumbling after 4 hours, she came to the county seat, after a simple order, she didn't even care about eating, she and the villagers carried books on their backs and began to rush back. At first, everything went so smoothly, but when she first walked to the mountain not far from the school, Xia Xue's feet slipped, and she rolled down the deep ditch with her books.

Five hours later, she was rushed to the hospital by the villagers, but to no avail, so she said to the only little girl in the village who had graduated from junior high school:

"Yingzi, I'm leaving, and the school will be handed over to you!"

"No, Teacher Xia, you can't go, we still have to wait for you to go back to teach the child?"

"Alright! Yingzi, don't cry, remember what I said. Later, a man will come to me, and you will give him all the letters on my desk, and you will find me a pen and a piece of paper, and I will write a letter, and you will send it to me later. ”

Speaking of this, Xia Xue gently waved her hand to Yingzi, who was about to say something, closed her eyes, and recalled the happy time with Zhang Xiaomeng.

A few hours later, the corners of Xia Xue's mouth rose slightly, she closed her eyes quietly, her young life stayed at this moment forever, maybe she had regrets, but just ten minutes before she stayed, a phone call from Zhang Xiaomeng made her happily forget the pain and leave with a happy mood.

It was late at night, Zhang Xiaomeng knelt quietly in front of Xia Xue's grave, talking a lot to himself, as if Xia Xue was by his side at this moment, and he hadn't left yet, everything was like three years ago, he and Xia Xue were talking and laughing and shopping, eating all kinds of food, maybe a little quarrel, but it was all sweet.

Not far away, Ye Yinan was holding a thermos pot in his arms, quietly waiting for Zhang Xiaomeng's call, but 10 hours later, Zhang Xiaomeng was still kneeling there, at this moment, Ye Yinan's heart was broken, and her steely heart was also shattered by Zhang Xiaomeng's infatuation.

"Bad guys, get up! If you can't be resurrected from death, don't be sad! Ye Yinan whispered, but Zhang Xiaomeng still knelt there and continued to talk to herself at Xia Xue's grave.

The weather in Qianzhou is the coldest in winter, and especially at night, Ye Yinan saw Zhang Xiaomeng kneeling for another hour, Zhang Xiaomeng just couldn't get up, this moment, Ye Yinan was on fire, she threw away the thermos pot in her arms, grabbed Zhang Xiaomeng's collar, lifted him, and shouted loudly:

"Zhang Xiaomeng, just wake up! Xia Xue is dead! Dead! ”

"Nope! She's not dead yet, she's right next to me, right next to me! Zhang Xiaomeng muttered to herself, pushed Ye Yinan away, and continued to kneel in front of Xia Xue's grave.

Hearing this, Ye Yinan became even more angry, grabbed Zhang Xiaomeng's collar again, pushed him, pointed to the grave bag in front of him, and shouted loudly again:

"Zhang Xiaomeng, open your eyes and watch carefully, Xia Xue is dead! Now she's buried here, buried here! ”

"Hahaha! I know, I know! Woooooo Zhang Xiaomeng pushed Ye Yinan away and pounced on Xia Xue's grave bag, clutching the soil on it tightly with both hands, and shouted loudly:

"Why! Why didn't you tell you here, ah!!! Zhang Xiaomeng's cry resounded throughout the valley, and after a while, dogs barked one after another from the distant villages, as if they also knew Zhang Xiaomeng's sadness, and collectively catered to it.

"Alright! Here you are, cry! I don't care about you anymore! Ye Yinan put down this sentence and left angrily.

After crying for a while, Zhang Xiaomeng stopped crying and continued to lie on the grave bag, gently patting the soil with both hands, and muttering in her mouth:

"Xia Xue, are you cold! Shall I hold you? Just like that winter, we hugged each other to keep warm, and walked to Dongshan to watch the sunrise, do you remember? ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Xiaomeng couldn't help crying again. He hated himself that three years ago, when Xia Xue suddenly broke up with him one day, he didn't have the courage to find her. If she could have gone to her in the first place, then Xia Xue would not have waited for him for three years on this mountain alone.

Filled with remorse, Zhang Xiaomeng only felt a sweetness in her throat, and a mouthful of blood spit on Xia Xue's grave. After not drinking a sip of water for more than ten hours, Zhang Xiaomeng gradually passed out when he was hungry and cold.

But at this time, Ye Yinan was wearing the clothes left by Xia Xue, dressed up as Xia Xue, walked to Zhang Xiaomeng's side, gently patted Zhang Xiaomeng's shoulder, and called:

"Xiaomeng, I'm here! I'm coming! ”

Zhang Xiaomeng, who was in a coma, opened her eyes, looked at Xia Xue in front of her, threw herself into her arms, and cried loudly:

"Xia Xue, where are you going! Do you know, I miss you so much, I miss you so much! ”

After speaking, Zhang Xiaomeng fainted in the style of that bay, and at this moment, Ye Yinan smiled.

After three years of waiting, I finally changed this meeting, but the Si people have passed away, and the two people who love each other are separated by yin and yang. But for the dead Xia Xue, she can smile at Jiuquan at this moment, and Zhang Xiaomeng doesn't know if she can cross the hurdle in her heart, after all, three years ago, two months after Xia Xueti broke up, Zhang Xiaomeng married Song Lanxin.