The wind stopped, there was no wind, there seemed to be no cold, although it was still cold.

In the line of sight, the village is already far away, with the boundless snow white as the background, with the gray haze as the background, faintly visible on the horizon, no longer see the bricks and bricks, nor can you see the ruins and broken walls, only the smoke that refuses to be extinguished at this moment, rolling, rising, fading little by little in the cold gray sky, fading very slowly, very slowly, gradually merging with the infinite haze, like ink inkstone falling to the ground, and then seeping ink on the ground.

Earth-colored, covered with army ash and dried up with blood, but it could not cover the bullet holes in the curly brim of the hat, and the handsome eyes under the brim of the hat that looked quietly into the distance.

He turned north, placing the village on the horizon behind him, facing the desolate snowfields and the distant mountains that loomed on the border between the haze and the snowfields.

It's going to snow, he thought, and he knew.

The sky was full of haze, and it was only now that it was about to snow. He is from the homeland of snow, so he can smell the snow, and although no snowflakes have fallen, he knows that the snowflakes are already floating in the sky, innumerable. They were too light, they were falling too slowly, too slowly, and the sky was too high, but they were already on the way, setting down.

He loves snow, no matter where he stands, snow is still snow, it doesn't change. Unfortunately, he didn't get to see the first snow of the year, because he happened to die at that time. Now, he was about to see the first snow in his eyes, and he looked up at the dark firmament, quietly waiting for the beauty of the past to come, his bronzed cheeks showing a sacrificial earnestness.

When the first snowflakes fell, the fortune teller not far behind him called, "Is it snowing?" No wonder the wind stopped! Ay? It's really snowing! ”

"! God is cheap! What kind of snow is it now? Why didn't it snow yesterday? Blind! How many people have been killed! I'm going to fuck the snow! ”

It was the decaying ghost who was screaming angrily, complaining about the sky and scolding the snow. Lu Hang wanted to turn around and kick him hard, but he didn't turn back, but silently took a step forward, facing the falling snow, towards the distant mountains, step by step, firmly, going farther and farther, the more small he went, and gradually faintly drifting white.

Seeing the figure go away in the falling snow, a figure took his gun on his back: "Eight ways are gone." We're going too. What about you? ”

"Gone?" Then the ghost turned around, sniffed his nose, put his horse four-ring rifle on his back, and said to the speaker, "I promised to send him home." I...... Get to his house and stay for a few days. I guess his house is pretty warm. Take care, a few people. ”

The decaying ghost hurried north, facing the falling snow, to chase the back of the eight roads faintly in the drifting white.

The figure with the gun on his back turned to ask the health soldier, "Are you going together?" ”

"Where are you going?"

"Facing south, we are going back to our hometown. We can walk back. ”

"My hometown...... In the east. There's no going back. ”

"Take care."

"Take care."

The three figures turned and left, heading south, in the direction of their hometown.

The snow seemed to be falling heavier, and the scattered white was turning into a large area, and the health guard looked at the departing figure, stayed for a while, and suddenly asked the last person next to him: "What about you?" Where are you going? ”

"I'm wondering...... I should go to the Eight Roads and continue to be my baggage soldier. ”

"Is there a baggage soldier on the Eighth Road?"

"I asked him, and he said they had a logistics office, and there were only five or six people. I think...... With such a poor team, I won't have to work in the future, right? Not! After this village, there is no such shop, so I have to chase him quickly. ”

It's snowing.

She raised her head, her beautiful eyes instantly brightened when she saw the snow falling outside the window, she didn't care about writing anymore, threw down her pen, threw down her desk, and walked briskly to the door of the office of the political science and engineering department.

She didn't open the door, she loved snow, and although it was hard to see snow in her hometown, she loved it. It was snowing again, and when she thought of the word 'again', she was suddenly afraid. She was afraid that if she went out and couldn't help jumping like a squirrel in the snow and trampling on the name she cursed, would she see him return from the snow again? Dying, bleeding, and cold as snow.

Maybe it was because of the curse, but maybe it was because of the snow, whatever it was, she was afraid.

Step by step, retreating cautiously, she didn't have the courage to open this door to meet the falling snow, although she wanted to.

So, she came to the window, leaned on, and watched quietly.

The window seems to be getting whiter and whiter, brighter and more dazzling, and the snowflakes in the dance make the room darker, and it seems to be getting darker, and finally you can only see the white outside the boxy window, and the beautiful back quietly leaning by the window, as quiet as a paper-cut.

If you don't fall asick in your life, you will be lovesick, and you will be lovesick.

The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like a flying flocculent, and the air is like a gossamer.

A wisp of incense is here, looking forward to the daughter of the wanderer.

When did the signs come?

When the snow falls!

Bet today and don't want tomorrow! A depressed heart made that delicate and sunny face a little more hideous. That's right, it's a hideous, hideous stare at the dice cup on the table.

The crowds were crowded, the miasma of black smoke was shouting, the cotton curtains blocked the windows, and the blackened oil lamp shades were dim, reflecting the gambling house as messy and dark as a prison.

"It's on! One, two, three small! ”

The dealer carried the dice cup that had just been uncovered, quietly looked at the dog traitor on the other side of the table, and did not dare to reach out to take the gun he had just placed on the table, because he was the deputy captain of the detective team, surnamed Zhang, called Zhang Fugui, and had destroyed the surname Qian.

Lost again, lost the last time. Seeing that the dealer didn't dare to collect, he pushed the holster on the table towards the dealer, and slid to the opposite side of the table, willing to gamble and lose, not to lose the account!

Without a gun, I feel a little more relaxed, at least there is a reason to leave here. Tie the collar of the black shirt, put on a black top hat, took out the round sunglasses from his arms, wiped them carefully on the placket, carefully put the bridge of his nose on the bridge, turned around quietly, and the gamblers on both sides panicked and dodged away.

When the door was pushed open, there was a sudden burst of cold air, and the original dirt on the street was now covered with white, so clean that it was not like the world. The snow is still falling, and it is large and windless.

It's snowing! He muttered, the black figure glaring in the white world.

However, standing on the side of the street at the entrance of the gambling house, he didn't move anymore, his eyes behind his sunglasses passed through the snowy street, and he quietly looked at the beautiful figure standing in the snow across the street, she was looking over and smiling at him.

Pedestrians hurried past his line of sight, and the eyes behind the sunglasses did not dare to blink, he was afraid that if he blinked, this illusion would be gone.

After a long time, as if a long time had passed, she had walked through the streets, through the drifting snow, and stood in front of him who was frozen.

"You said you would invite me to dinner."

"You're here...... It's not the right time. I'm unlucky...... Just lost everything. ”

"I don't believe it!"

"Why don't you believe it?"

"Because you're the Monkey King!" She suddenly smiled again, smiling happily, and her beautiful face reflected in the lenses of her sunglasses was more beautiful than the falling snow behind her.

At this moment, the dog traitor was almost drunk, couldn't help but lower his head, inadvertently stepped on a piece of snow at his feet, turned his head again, looked at the hustle and bustle in the distance, and raised his eyebrows behind the lenses again, regaining the confident sunshine of the past: "Which one do you like?" Just pick! ”

The snow is still falling, fainting pedestrians, fainting streets, fainting about this small county town, and fainting about this cold world...... Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Crossing the Anti-Japanese 1936 Claw Book House" for free for the first time.