---- Zhengyan, it's really cold here, I wore two padded jackets, but fortunately there was heating in the room.

---- Zhengyan, the heavy snow outside is very beautiful, I have never seen such a big snow.

---- Zhengyan, I will set off into the mining area in the next two days, and there will probably be no signal and no news can be sent.

In December, since she went to Ice City, at first she was still texting as usual. But since the 8th, there has been less information. It wasn't until she came to the message that she had set off for the mine, but it was still there, and it seemed that the signal was cut off.

It was another evening, Qian Jue had just finished reporting and left, Mo Zhengyan picked up his mobile phone to take a look.

The screen went blank and there was nothing.

He frowned slightly, holding his phone in his hand and not moving.

After meeting Luo Zheng in the conference room early in the morning and solving the business problem, she said, "I asked for leave to go back, how are you here?" ”

"Huh?" Mo Zhengyan raised his eyes.

"It's a holiday." Luo Zheng smiled and reminded him.

Mo Zhengyan then remembered that it was indeed a holiday.

"Do you want to come to England for Christmas?" Luo Zheng asked with a smile.

Of course, the Mo family also has the habit of festivals, such as Chinese New Year's Eve and the Lantern Festival. However, those Western festivals are not cared about, so on Christmas Day, the Mo family does not celebrate. It's just that in previous years, as long as he was free, Mo Zhengyan would definitely go to the UK for Christmas. In foreign countries, Christmas Eve is as grand as Chinese New Year's Eve at home.

Only this time, Mo Zhengyan said, "Let's see when the time comes." ”

"It's okay, you'll tell me when you're decided." Luo Zheng didn't insist either, she smiled and nodded.

Mo Zhengyan said again, "It's too late to take you to the airport." ”

"Zhengyan, there are a lot of cars on the road, and there is a beckon." Luo Zheng doesn't care about that.

The week before Christmas, the same atmosphere was in the company, and it was renovated, with a Christmas tree visiting the lobby on the ground floor of the building, where Santa Claus stood and felt the strong Christmas atmosphere as soon as he entered the door.

Mo Zhengyan rarely ran into Chu Yan.

Chu Yan left, and Mo Zhengyan returned and said hello as usual, but Mo Zhengyan saw the bouquet in Chu Yan's hand.

He casually complimented, "Chu Tezhu, this flower is good." ”

"It's not bad, perfume lily, the flower prepared for the start of the project, it's a pity to lose it so much, so I took a bouquet and took it back." Chu Yan smiled, "It's just, where can it compare to the rose." A while ago, a friend of mine received roses from others, she held them every day, and she couldn't wait to hold them when she slept, and she made the bed full of petals, and bought a vase, like offering incense. Later, the flowers began to thank, and she checked the expiration date of the flowers and put aspirin in the water. ”

"However, no matter how well preserved the flowers are, they will be grateful, that is, they will look beautiful." Chu Yan smiled and spoke, and even asked, "Mr. Mo, did you say yes?" ”

Others didn't understand these words, but Mo Zhengyan seemed to understand, "Of course the flowers will be grateful." ”

"So as for me, it's better to appreciate and appreciate the flowers while they're blooming." Chu Yan responded, and finally asked, "Mr. Mo, how is she lately?" ”

Mo Zhengyan replied, "Okay." ”

In fact, good or bad, how could he know, the news was cut off like this.

In the past, there were two pieces of information reported in the morning and one in the evening, but then there was only one a day, and then there was only one in the back, and then there was only one in the back, and then there was no one in a day. even waited for a few days to see a message from her.

It's been three days, no information, no movement.

December 21, the winter solstice.

This year's winter has officially arrived.

After getting off work that day, Luo Zheng left Mohs, took leave, and returned to the United Kingdom for Christmas.

Leaving the company on the evening of the winter solstice, Mo Zhengyan set off for the hotel, where he still had a party tonight. It's just that his interest today is not high, as soon as he came out of the hotel, he broke up the game, and pushed off the entertainment activities after that, and the other party was naturally obedient, and only said that he would continue next time.

Mo Zhengyan returned to the mansion, and Steward Cao saw him return and greeted him respectfully, "Sir, you are back." ”

Mo Zhengyan hadn't been back for a long time, and Steward Cao said, "Miss Luo Zheng just left today. ”

"I already know." Mo Zhengyan replied, and he went upstairs.

In the upstairs room, it is still the same as the usual bookcase and wardrobe layout, no worse than before, but it is inexplicably empty, I can't tell where it is empty, anyway, there is something missing. In the hall, the sofa is still placed there, the only one, the color does not match the surrounding furniture, it looks very abrupt, but it is safely placed.

Mo Zhengyan walked over, stood in front of the sofa and stopped, and looked at it for a long time.

This sofa used to be in Moh's office, but it was moved back, and it really didn't fit at all.

But even her breath was about to be found.

Even the only trace of it was almost gone.

He suddenly realized why this emptiness was because he couldn't find her breath.

At this moment, where is she still there?

Where else?

Mo Zhengyan suddenly couldn't sit down, he suddenly got up and went downstairs again, he didn't wear a coat, he drove the car directly.

"Sir, your coat ......" Steward Cao chased after him, but it was too late.

……

On the night of the winter solstice, the car drove fast, like a drag racing car, straight to the apartment. It was the Gold Coast Apartments, where he had lived for a while. He had been here countless times since he left, but he had never stepped back in. Today may be because the winter solstice is a festival, or maybe because after returning to the mansion, he remembered too many memories, in short, he just wanted to come.

The door was opened with a key, and the lock was not changed, it was still the same as before.

When I entered, it was a jerky air, not as clean as the mansion, but I clearly smelled the traces she had left.

He turned on the light, and at a glance he saw the rattan chair and the coffee table, and suddenly she was lazily leaning in the chair and gluttonous. What fruit candied snacks are her favorites, and after coming back for dinner, she can still ask for another plate, and she is not afraid of fat, let alone eating.

He went back to the study. Shima Direction fork technique.

The study was a small room, which he had built later. There was also a book on the table, which he hadn't read before.

In my ears, the voice sounded: Zheng Yan, what's so good about the book? Don't look at it.

If I don't read books, what do you let me read? Naturally, he asked her.

She said directly: Let's watch TV together, don't you like to watch that TV series very much?

Where does he love watching TV series?

More often than not, she was clamoring to see it, and he was accompanied. Sometimes he was reading, and she took him with her. He always responded, hugged her in his arms, and spent the night peacefully.

It's her, it's all because of her!

Mo Zhengyanfu exited the study again, stood in the living room for a while, only felt that it was too dull, he took a cigarette and lit it, and walked to the balcony.

As soon as he pushed open the sliding door and took a puff of his cigarette, the spark suddenly lit up and lit up a darkness.

But suddenly, his gaze froze!

Just because he saw the vase on the balcony.

The words spoken by others sounded faintly: It's just that where is it like a rose? A while ago, a friend of mine received a rose......

The white vase, there was nothing in it, but under the shadow of the fireworks, there was a single branch standing in the bottle.

He looked at it again, but saw that the petals had fallen on the windowsill and on the tiled floor.

Withered petals, that is, that's the petals of a rose.

The flowering period had passed, but he still saw it, and he could see it so clearly.