When Yun Tangtang was five years old, in the winter year, Shu Kite began to be bedridden, and when the weather was good, Yun Mo would carry her out for a walk, and would sit in the yard with her, reminiscing about the past they had walked.

He died when Yun Tangtang was six years old, and it was also in winter, when the first snow fell at night, and the front of the door was white, there were a row of small footprints, and the leaves were bent over, hanging their heads.

It was the winter solstice.

Yun Mo's army was on vacation, he got up early to cook dumplings, and the book kite has always tasted in his mouth recently, so he put more ingredients when he packed it.

The nanny waited at the door: "Sir, my wife is not awake yet, I will call her." ”

"I'll call." He put the lid on the pot: "You look here. ”

The nanny smiled and responded, "Okay." ”

The book kite was afraid of the cold, and the air conditioner in the bedroom was very hot, and the blanket fell to the ground. He walked in lightly and crouched on the edge of the bed.

"Nguyen Nguyen."

"Nguyen Nguyen."

He screamed twice, but before he could wake her, he lay on the edge of the bed, his breathing deliberately light, the curtains drawn, and his face tense in the dim light.

Yun Mo leaned over and kissed her in the eye.

The book kite slept until dusk, the white snow and the red sunset were intertwined, as if God had spilled over the paint and painted a lonely painting, leaving only a little desolation.

I don't know how long I watched, but it was starting to get dark, and there was a mist on the window.

Yun Mo stood up, moved his already numb knees, put the blanket on her, and prepared to go outside.

"Yun Mo."

The hand was held by a warm hand.

He turned his head with a hot eye: "Ruan Ruan." He squatted back, staring at her somewhat misty eyes, and there was a bit of complaint and grievance in his voice: "You slept for a long time." ”

"I'm sorry." Shu Kite's hand was clenched very tightly, and she put her emotions in her eyes, which were dim: "I had a long dream, I dreamed that you were waiting for me, I dreamed that you missed me, and I dreamed that you cried, so I woke up." ”

It was he who was waiting for her, and she was desperate to wake up.

There was no light in the room, he looked at her through the starlight, his eyes moved a few times, and tears rolled down: "I'm so scared, I'm afraid you won't wake up." ”

"Yun Mo." Her eyes were filled with tears, and she said quietly: "Don't do this. ”

Yun Mo stood up, bent down, tears fell in her eyes, and he held her in his arms: "I can't help but be afraid." ”

He can't do it, and if you want him to accept it, he can't do it.

He couldn't think about it, and the tears fell uncontrollably, dripping on her face and neck, and they hurt terribly.

Can't cry, can't cry.

Shu Yuan raised his hand that had been stiff for a long time and put it on his back: "Yun Mo, don't cry, okay?" ”

"Okay."

She picked up his face, kissed away the tears on his face and eyes, and finally landed on his lips, and printed it gently, gently, coolly, like a breeze.

"I'm hungry."

Yun Mo slowed down for a while, and when he saw her smile, the worries that had been piled up between his eyebrows suddenly disappeared. He leaned over and kissed her a few times, the light was still dim, but his eyes were bright.

He couldn't hide the joy in his eyes, so he showed her clearly: "Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you." ”

"I want to eat what I want."

"Okay." Yun Mo said: "Today's winter solstice, we eat dumplings. ”

The book kite said yes, wrapped his hand around his neck, and hooked it: "I don't want to move, you change my clothes." ”

He rubbed the tip of his nose against her, and his eyes were full of her look: "Not shy? ”

She buried her face in his neck: "Don't be shy, you are the father of my child." ”

"Okay."

The dumplings at noon were all pasted together, and the nanny wrapped a pot of dumplings left by Yun Mo in the afternoon, and the dumplings came out of the pot, and Yun Mo went downstairs with a book kite.

The book kite has always been afraid of the cold, and when it comes to winter, the air conditioning in the living room has not been broken.

The nanny watched this scene and felt both happy and distressed.

Yun Mo put the dumplings in front of her, and handed over the chopsticks: "I haven't eaten for a day, hurry up and eat it while it's hot." ”

His eyes were still red, and the book kite only glanced at it, and then moved away: "Auntie, today is the winter solstice, sit down and eat together." ”

The nanny smiled and waved her hand: "I ate it in the morning." ”

Shu Kite smiled: "Okay." ”

She is always like this, the world stabs her with pain, but she reciprocates with songs.

They are all gentle and smiling faces to the world.

If there is a if, those who have failed her will have a moment of shame, will they be ashamed of themselves for a second?

Yun Mo was stunned for a moment, reached out and rubbed her hair: "Eat first." ”

"Yun Mo." She took a bite of the dumpling in her mouth and asked him with a puffed mouth: "I want to go to the square to see the snow." ”

He took out a tissue and wiped the water stains from the corner of her mouth, with a sparkle of stars in his eyes: "I'll take you there after dinner." ”

"I can't walk."

She really couldn't walk, and she was tired.

Yun Mo choked his voice and squeezed his palms: "I'll carry you." ”

She stopped talking and ate the dumplings with her head down.

As the sun sets, the snow is dyed red by the sunset, spreading the whole world.

At this moment, with Yun Mo by his side, Shu Kite couldn't find a world that didn't love him.

Outside at eight o'clock, the snow did not stop, but tonight there were stars in the sky, with the flickering neon lights falling in the sky, a little more black, not beautiful, only a little desolate, lonely and sad.

Yun Mo carried her around the whole square, watched the evening scene of the prosperous era, and walked through a snow season.

The book kite leaned on Yun Mo's shoulder, blinking his eyes that had lost all their luster: "The old man said that every star in the sky is made after a person dies, and it will float in the sky for one night, and the last time it protects the person who can't let go, and then it will turn into wind and disappear." ”

She smiled and said, "Yun Mo, I will protect you in the future." ”

Yun Mo carried her on his back, the wind in December was so strong that the bones in his body were about to break, he gritted his teeth, his tears melted the snow on the ground, and the smell of blood spread in his mouth: "I don't want you to protect me, I want you to accompany me for a lifetime." ”

"Yun Mo." She lay quietly on his back, tears sliding down the corners of her eyes: "Live well, take good care of Tangtang, grow up with him, and watch him get married and have children." ”

"Nguyen Nguyen." His eyes were moist, and his voice was torn fiercely: "Promise me to stay with me for the rest of your life." ”

Yun Mo was already about to go crazy, as if obsessed, he prayed with a cry.

"Book kite, a lifetime is so long, you can't leave me alone."

The snow fell and fell on her face, not melting immediately, and her eyelashes moved: "Book kite...... The book kite will live a long life. ”

I want to accompany Yun Mo for a lifetime.

She remembered that she had promised him.

"Book kite, we finally got together, we shouldn't end up like this."

Book kite, be brave, hold up for me......

The evening breeze seems to have suddenly changed its kneading, and the snow has not stopped, but the snow is also rubbing.

She lost her strength, gravity was all pressed on him, she was angry, her eyes were closed, and she murmured word by word: "Yun Mo, I'm sorry, I promised you to accompany you for a lifetime, I want to break my promise." ”

Also, she said, "I love you." ”

It's really lovely.

Because of one person, she loves this world that she once hated so much that she is reluctant to leave.

In the next life, please Yun Mo find his girl earlier, hold her hand earlier, and pull her out of the darkness earlier.

"Yun Mo."

"Huh?"

"In my life, having you by my side is already very exciting. But I still hope to have a next life, and yours...... ...... next life" Shukite wanted to hug Yun Mo tighter, but he had no strength.

The snow is so beautiful tonight, I'm sorry, I can't watch the snow with you.

In the next life, can you come back to me.

Descending like a god.

The hand on the neck loosened.

A heavy weight on the shoulders.

Yun Mo's footsteps froze.

It seems to be distressed.

The wind suddenly softened that night.

The snow also stopped.

On the night she left, the whole world sent her kindness, and it was the only time that the world was gentle with her.

However, it was too late.

The book kite didn't receive it.

The snow stopped and the wind stopped.

The temperature on her body stayed a little longer.

The girl who didn't get the world's understanding, even when she left, was quiet. took away the malice of the whole world, and left the world with goodwill.

Knowing that, his girl left him and left.

Yun Mo couldn't accept this, and walked with her on his back, his eyes were bloodshot: "It's cold outside, let's go home." ”

Later, when the day dawned, the belly of the fish in the east turned white, and he said, "Ruan Ruan, it's dawn, it's time to get up." ”

When Ke Lan rushed to hear the news, the whole person had collapsed.

Jian Xiao took her into his arms and didn't let her see this heart-wrenching scene.

Year 1.

The second year.

Year 3.

……

Fifteenth.

Time passes, things are not people.

All those who have made mistakes are in peace.

The courtyard is very lively, Xiang Cheng's noble baby son is married, the bride's surname is Jane, and the guests who come are not rich and expensive.

Yun Tangtang looked like an adult, holding the bride.

As the wedding was about to begin, Yun Tangtang went around the courtyard and went to the backyard, where her father liked to stay the most, and sometimes spent a quiet day, a studio full of portraits of her mother.

When Yun Tangtang came over, Yun Mo leaned against the wall, bent over, and stared blankly at a pair of wedding photos for a long, long time, without any reaction.

This pair was drawn by Shukite herself, and all the past and all the difficulties of her and him are outlined stroke by stroke.

Yun Tangtang knew that his father missed his mother again: "Dad." ”

Yun Mo turned his head, the white hair on his head was the most dazzling, the light in his eyes had long since disappeared, and there was no trace of color in the dark: "Dad is old, your mother is still the same." ”

Still young and pretty.

"Dad, you're still as handsome as before."

Yun Mo smiled, and his emotions were very hidden: "Let's go, go to the front hall, how can I run here on a happy day, when I married your mother, I couldn't wait to stick to her." ”

Yun Tangtang was afraid, afraid that his father would hide and commit suicide like his mother did in the first year of her death.

After the wedding, the young people were making trouble.

Yun Mo squinted in the studio for a while.

He had a dream, it was a nightmare, in the dream she cried and said, "Yun Mo, it's so cold." ”

On the second day, before the guests were finished, Yun Mo held a bouquet of flowers and secretly went to the cemetery from the backyard while everyone was not paying attention.

On an October day, there was a sudden early snowfall, which was cooler than that year's snow.

Yun Mo put the flower down and didn't dare to say a word, as if he had nothing to do, only his eyes couldn't hide, betraying his truest emotions.

He can hide it from the whole world, but he can't hide it from himself.

He missed her.

I'm dying of thoughts.

He stretched out his hand, touched the old picture on the tombstone, he stood up, prepared to leave, and took two steps, when the snow suddenly became heavy, and he stopped his steps, and could not lift another step.

Yun Mo walked back, found a place, sat down, brushed away the snow from the tombstone, and leaned on it: "Ruan Ruan, are you keeping me?" ”

She said that she asked him to accompany his son to grow up, and he did it, and asked him to watch his son get married, and he did it.

Only the sound of the wind and snow responded to him.

He leaned against the tombstone, as she had leaned on his shoulder before: "Ruan Nguyen, it's snowing, I'm here to watch the snow with you"

Yun Mo leaned on and fell asleep, and in the dream she said again: "Yun Mo, I'm cold." ”

She's afraid of the cold, how can he let her go

"Ruan Ruan, don't be afraid of the cold, I'm here to accompany you." As if asleep and waking up, Yun Mo bent the corners of his eyes, read his wife's name, glanced at the photo again, and closed his eyes.

The cemetery of the book kite is very clean, the photos on the tombstone are still green, the snow is sliding down from the eyes, as if it is really through time, back to the original period, he likes the girl who has been in love for half his life, standing in the snowflakes in the sky, smiling like a flower, beckoning to him, and the light spreads all over the world.

"Yun Mo, come and watch the snow with me."

"Okay, Ruan Ruan."

She said she wanted to take him to see the snow, and he didn't hesitate and went with her.

When Yun Mo left, it was very quiet, with a smile on his face, softer than the wind in early autumn.

Everyone knows that fifteen years have passed, and this is his relief.

He told everyone with a white head overnight.

He couldn't let it go.

No matter a year, ten years, a hundred years.

He could never let go.

So, he went to find his girl.