The streetlights stood alone at the head of the bridge, silent.

A pillar of yellow light spilled from its top, getting thicker and lighter the further down it went.

After the falling snowflakes entered this pillar of light, they were crossed with a layer of gold, and they were like flocks of golden feathers, falling in the pillar of light, and finally spreading a golden yellow.

However, the world outside the pillar of light was pitch black, and no snow could be seen or heard.

This pillar of light divides the space into two worlds, one dark and deep, the other golden and warm, and they stand there at the same time, without interfering with each other, until a touch of bright red appears, breaking the boundary between the two and connecting them together.

This bright red is a blood-colored robe, it drags on the ground for a long time, extending from the edge of the pillar of light to the center of the pillar of light, under the robe is a petite and delicate figure, and in her hand, there is still a person in her arms, but this person is shrinking, looking even thinner than her.

These two people were naturally the puppet and her master, Shen Qiu.

Just now, she was dying and struggling, and after escaping from the encirclement of the seven groups with a burning source, she galloped directly to the hospital and took her master away, and finally returned to here, their last home.

The girl quietly hugged the old man, carefully, as if it were the most precious thing in the world, the blood in her beautiful eyes had faded and regained her clarity, and the eyes she looked at the old man revealed endless attachment, pity and love.

For her, the old man is the person who has accompanied her all her life, although she has only been awake for three days, but the moment she woke up, all the memories were revived.

All the things that have happened in the decades since the two of them depended on each other, one by one, one by one, as if it was just yesterday.

The feelings that erupted at this moment were so strong and so deep that in her heart, the old man was not only her master, but also her father, her brother, her best friend, and even her lover.

She hated herself for not waking up sooner, otherwise, how could he have suffered so much?

So she wants to avenge him, she wants to kill all those who have brought him pain, and no one can ever hurt him without punishment!

It's a pity she can't do it anymore.

The girl stretched out her hand and caressed the old man's sleeping face with pity, this face was so old, so helpless, and there was pain hidden in the deep lines, but he could only bear it alone.

When she slept, he was awake, and took her on a trek through mountains and rivers, through hardships, and told her what was in her sleep; While she was awake, he was asleep, like a faint flame in the vast snowfield, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Heaven seems to have played a joke on them, so that they can never face each other soberly.

"I won't let you die, you will definitely live well." The girl muttered to herself, "But when you wake up, you may never know that there was someone in this world who lived for you for three days." ”

At this moment, two sounds of breaking the air sounded, accompanied by two figures, but it was Ye Han and Zhou Qian who arrived.

When they were about to rush to the hospital, Ye Han suddenly thought of this possibility, just in case, she asked Hu Fei and them to go to the hospital, and she and Zhou Qian rushed here, and the result was just as she expected, this puppet really came here with the old man.

The two of them stood in the dark world outside the pillar of light, quietly looking at the bright red in the pillar of light and the old man in her arms.

In their eyes, the girl at this time was like a torch that was about to burn out, radiating the last bright light.

The girl did not react to the arrival of the two in the slightest, and still hugged the old man tightly.

At this time, except for the old man in her arms, she didn't care about everything else.

"You know what?" The girl suddenly spoke, her voice soft, as if she was worried about waking up the beloved in her arms, "When he was young, he would take me to the stage every day. In front of the three-foot stage, I danced and won countless cheers, behind the three-foot stage, he stared with a smile, gently pulling me with the silver thread in his hand, I knew his every thought, he also knew my every thought, our hearts were fused together from the beginning. ”

The girl stopped, brushed away a snowflake that had fallen on the old man's face, and continued: "But he has led me behind my back a thousand times, but he has never been able to sit in front of me and watch me dance for him once. ”

The girl's aura began to weaken rapidly, and more and more snowflakes fell on them, and she could no longer hold up the sky that protected him from the wind and snow for the old man.

"Before I die, I just want to do his favorite dance for him, okay?" The girl's voice grew lower and lower, revealing endless weakness.

The two in the darkness didn't speak, just quietly took a step back.

"Thank you."

Gently picking up the old man and letting him recline on the lamppost, the girl began to gently arrange his clothes for him, just as he had dressed her before, with great care, smoothing even a wrinkle.

Finally, the girl took the old man's bowed head and kissed it softly on the chapped lips.

The two lips touched together, and they didn't separate for a long time, but the same cold lips touched together, and they still brought coldness.

The old man didn't react, but a blood-red tear suddenly appeared in the corner of the girl's eye, and it slowly slid down from the corner of her eye, leaving a bloody streak that finally dripped and sank into the old man's heart.

The girl got up and came to the center of the pillar of light.

Time is running out for her, and he's still waiting to see her dance.

"Knock knock, knock knock."

The sound of the drums came out of nowhere, faint and empty, and in the midst of this music, the girl danced his favorite dance in front of the old man.

The long sleeves are flying, the red robe is rotating, and the graceful posture is like a March willow, charming and affectionate, with a low chant and a shallow smile, blooming with infinite brilliance.

In a trance, the girl's heart floated in the long time when the old man accompanied her.

That night, he was as happy as a child, shouting frantically, because he had finally presented her to the world, and when he used the gentlest brushstrokes to light the bright red tears in the corners of her eyes, he made a lifelong vow to her: never leave this life.

On that day, he put on red makeup for her, hung a string, and taught her how to dance on the stage hand-in-hand, showing the most beautiful posture to the world.

That month, he took her on stage countless times, making countless people applaud them wildly, and he still refused to stop until his palms were red, and when he took her out for a curtain call, the flying petals drowned them.

Until that moment, he carried her on his back, and with his bloodied and mutilated hands, he fled from the sea of fire in a hurry, and looked at the figure engulfed in flames with tears streaming down his face.

That year, he took her to begin an endless wandering, through thousands of mountains and rivers, and tasted the hardships of the world, but even so, he still did not forget to arrange her clothes every day, telling the joys, sorrows, and sorrows in his heart.

In this life, they have never been separated, enjoyed prosperity, endured downfall, depended on each other in life and death, and never gave up.

It's just that she woke up too late and left too early after all.

In just three days, before he could open his eyes to look at her, she had already reached the end of her life.

The red figure is still dancing on the golden stage, and this red has become the most dazzling color in this world at this time.

The falling snowflakes and the dark night sky seemed to be intoxicated by her soft figure, falling and watching with fascination.

But in the eyes of the girl, she has only one audience.

Gradually, the girl's figure seemed to become a little transparent, and as time passed, this sense of transparency became stronger and stronger, and finally, I could see the darkness of the night behind her from her body.

At the same time, a red ball of light appeared on her chest, and it was so striking in the girl's translucent body.

The girl's movements were getting slower and slower, and she had no strength.

Stopping her dance, she moved to the old man's side with difficulty, hugging him tightly with her translucent body, and the red light began to slowly sink into the old man's body.

In the end, she raised her hand and put it on the old man's face, with infinite affection and reluctance, and finally disappeared completely.

The red robe fell quietly, covering the old man's body, which had suddenly regained its vitality.

"I envy her." In the dark, Zhou Qian suddenly spoke.

"Envy the old man for having someone who loves him so much?"

"No, I envy that girl."