The cold wind is like a knife, the knife is into the bones, Luo Hanya trembled and groped for a moment from the down jacket, and took out a bottle of two pots, the red star pattern on the bottle is very dazzling in this black and white night, before middle school, a bottle of twelve yuan red star two pot head is Luo Hanya's father's favorite, and it is also a second thing to warm up the body in the winter without any heating equipment, and after each winter, the red star bottle cap has become the only decoration of the shabby and humble home. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoLuo Hanya put the wine to his mouth and poured it hard, taking advantage of the residual heat of the wine, he gently pressed the veins of his limbs to avoid his limbs being paralyzed by the extreme cold.

Feeling the spicy and hot after a big mouthful of the second pot head, the dusty memory was quietly turned over by fate, this is the time that Luo Hanya does not want to recall again, and it is also the darkness suppressed in his heart, but this memory is like a ghost, often appearing in front of Luo Hanya's eyes, until today, so real, close at hand......

Once you fall into nostalgia, all the memories are like movie screens, presented in front of Luo Hanya's eyes:

He was only nine years old when his father's fourth business failed, and his family settled in the darkest corners of the city.

And he also changed schools again and continued his studies in the second semester of the fourth grade in a public primary school in the western suburbs.

At the beginning of the next semester, only he and she became new students and appeared at the door of an unfamiliar classroom. She was dressed in snow-white clothes, slightly pale skin almost the same color as her clothes, and her cheeks were covered with some black hair.

The two arrived at the door of the classroom almost at the same time, and Luo Hanya stared at her lowered eyes with a little curiosity. seemed to feel Luo Hanya's gaze, she suddenly raised her head to look at Luo Hanya, the moment the four eyes met, Luo Hanya only felt that her heart was beating faster, and the face of a girl with big eyes came into view, and the skin on her snow-white cheeks was as delicate as porcelain......

In the teacher's introduction, Luo Hanya knew the name of this beautiful and incomprehensible girl - Xue He, Snow of Snow Flowers, and He of Seedlings. "What a name!" I don't know how many children subconsciously reacted.

Xue He was the most beautiful girl in the school, and in those years when elementary school students had infinite possibilities, almost all boys with normal sexual orientation wrote love letters to Xue He. But Xue He's personality seems to be very introverted, and almost everyone who is courteous to her will eat her soft nails. And the other girls, out of natural jealousy, deliberately rejected her. Therefore, she rarely talks to others, walks alone, and has almost no friends.

Maybe it came almost at the same time, maybe it was the moment of intersection destined by God, or it was more likely that they were sympathetic, without anyone knowing, Luo Hanya and Xue He became each other's best friends, and only in front of Luo Hanya did Xue He hide all his sorrow and show the happy side, which is also the most beautiful side.

Maybe God was playing tricks on Luo Hanya, so that all the pain in the world fell on his best friend.

It was the winter of the Xiaowu winter vacation, and when it was cold, the plum blossoms outside the window were in full bloom. In the laughter of Xue He's silver bells, the two spent a happy afternoon, and when they parted, Luo Hanya folded a few white plum blossoms and sent them to Xue He, but he didn't expect that the separation was a farewell......

In the days after the separation, it snowed heavily for three days in a row, and all the signal equipment in the western suburbs was destroyed due to this heavy snow, and Luo Hanya, who was huddled at home, wrapped himself tightly, and could only rely on the two pots left by his father to barely keep warm, and the food at home was only noodles and radish and cabbage......

But what Luo Hanya didn't expect was that behind the endless loneliness and suffering, there was more unacceptable suffering waiting for him......

After surviving the most difficult days in his life, after the weather was clear, in addition to missing his parents, Luo Hanya's first thought was to go to Xue He to talk about his thoughts, maybe it would be more appropriate to share the pain.

I can't find it anymore...... No matter how she knocked on the door, there was still no response from the small house rented by Xue He's mother, and the landlord looked at Luo Hanya with a little distress, shook her head, and said that three nights ago, Xue He's mother returned the house.

At that moment, for a ten-year-old child, it was almost the sky falling, and his best friend suddenly left him, but after a period of discomfort, his young heart was still full of longing, hoping to meet again one day.

But the longing eventually became the longing, and all the good withered because of the ugliness......

Half a month later, a murder case completely plunged Luo Hanya into darkness.

Xue He is dead! died that night, in a simple room on the east side of the third floor of the abandoned building not far from Luo Hanya's house, and this location also made Luo Hanya remember it for eight years. He clearly remembers every detail of the case report at that time:

The girl was severely sexually assaulted before her death......

The girl committed suicide after being suspected of being humiliated......

It cannot be ruled out that it was a malicious incident of rape of an underage girl......

The girl's mother was not traced afterwards......

Due to the bad weather conditions that covered up all traces of the case, and the best time to solve the case passed, it is a pity that this case has become an unsolved case......

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He still remembered the darkest time of the year after Xue He's death, he hated the damned gangsters, hated the incompetent policemen at the time, hated Xue He's missing mother, and hated why he was so incompetent......

It wasn't until the sudden success of his father in middle school that he moved out of this place and met a group of good friends that Luo Hanya slowly came out of the shadows, but he still occasionally lost sleep, and in those almost dead dark nights, he re-appeased the wounds buried in the depths of the darkness......

Over time, there seemed to be a dark creation in Luo Hanya's heart, which also made Luo Hanya more emotional and timid......

I don't know when, Luo Hanya's eyes have turned red, he gasped heavily, and seemed to be very angry and poured the second pot head in his hand into his stomach, as if to use this wine to eliminate the pain in his heart, he subconsciously read out a poem that he liked to read most in the dark year of Xiaoliu:

You have become a ghost,

Forgotten,

But before my eyes,

Keep somebody at arm's length.

When that strange land,

When apples are fragrant,

You're under the night sky far away,

Star-studded above.

……

You get sick quietly and die quietly,

It's like singing a song in your sleep.

……

Maybe in your mind,

Without my shadow,

Nor will they accept me,

This sorrow.

May you be under a tree full of green apples,

Rest forever.

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