In the past few days since Dorjee left, it was snowing heavily outside Corz, and it didn't stop for several days and nights.

Wen Wanbing likes snow, and every time she sits at the staircase on the second floor like a bear, holding her cheeks with her hands on her cheeks, watching the snow envelop Corz.

In the heavy snow, the snow-capped mountains in the distance are majestic and holy, and the melodious sound of lamas chanting in the nearby temples has a kind of unique beauty in nature in the howling of the cold wind.

The flustered look on Dorjee's face when he left always appeared in his mind, and his evasive and shy eyes made Wen Wanbing unable to stop hanging that soft smile on her lips. Reaching out and touching his cold and soft lips, it seemed that there was still a warm but faint grassy smell of Dorjee on it.

The New Year is getting closer and closer, because of the bad weather, every house is basically closed, there are few people walking on the street, and there is no atmosphere for the New Year at all. Occasionally, ox carts would pass by, all heavily armed and close to Cortz to bring goods to the nearby Tibetans for the important New Year.

After sending it off, I left in a hurry! After all, the snow is so deep, the weather is minus 20 degrees, and it is already freezing everywhere, and every step is extremely difficult.

Dorjee said that he would leave for a week, and that he would definitely call the landline at home. It is clear that there is a signal on the landline at home, but Dorjee's phone has never come. One night I slept until midnight, listening to the howling cold wind outside the window, looking at the dim oil lamp on the ceiling, Wen Wanbing got up, picked up the phone next to the bed, and began to call Dorjee's mobile phone.....

But on the other side of the mobile phone, there is a mechanical "the call you dialed can't be connected", this voice over and over again, listening to it in Wen Wanbing's heart is very unpleasant, and there is a faint hatred for Duoji.

Instead, he silently hung up the phone and looked at the carvings in the bedroom in the dim light with open eyes.

I don't know how long I watched it, and I fell asleep! When I fell asleep, I even held the phone in my arms......

"Knock knock~~~~Knock knock~~~~"

There was a loud knock on the door from downstairs, so loud that Wen Wanbing, who was still asleep, thought it was the rumbling thunder in the snowy mountains in summer.

Wen Wanbing, who was extremely sleepy, quickly put a thick quilt on her head, wanting to reduce the noise outside the house.

"Knock knock~~~~~ Knock knock~~~~ Teacher Wen! Knock knock~~~Knock knock~~~~ Teacher Wen! ”

The knock on the door outside the house was louder, and it seemed to be Xiao Zou, a friend of Dorjee who opened a butter tea shop on the street. Xiao Zou's voice was loud and urgent......

“......”

At this moment, Wen Wanbing was completely sober. Quickly opened her eyes, lifted the quilt, and the cold air in the room hit her, making Wen Wanbing, who was thinly dressed, gasp.

Shivering, she wrapped all the thick Tibetan robes beside the bed one by one, and finally covered her with a mink coat that was worn by Dorjee and basically mopped the floor, and then went out of the room.

When I came to the second floor, the door just opened, and I saw Xiao Zou walking in impatiently. The short and thin Xiao Zou didn't know how long he had been in the wind and snow, and the felt hat on his head was covered with a thick layer of snowflakes.

"Teacher Wen, you come with me! Go to my butter tea house first! I've got everything over there, let's go....."

Xiao Zou stood beside Wen Wanbing, and the heat in his mouth was far away with the sound of speaking. Xiao Zou's voice was very strange, a little hoarse, and the expression on his face was even stranger, as if he was enduring great grief.

"What?"

Xiao Zou's headless words made Wen Wan Bingyun foggy.

"It's good that I'm here alone for the New Year, maybe Dorjee will come back today, and Dorjee said that he would come back to accompany me for the New Year! Tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, Xiao Zou, thank you! ”

"No, Teacher Wen, come with me! Dorjee ...... Dorjee ..... Can't come back! ”

Xiao Zou's voice was very strange, and her expression became sad.

"Can't come back? I'm used to it alone, thank you! It's snowing so hard outside, and you're running so far to call me! Let's go to the living room for some tea! Luckily, yesterday I boiled a lot of boiling water while there was electricity, so I came to drink some of your favorite butter tea to warm up. ”

Xiao Zou's words disappointed Wen Wanbing, and she also wondered Xiao Zou's strange expression.

Wrapped Dorjee's mink coat tightly, sniffed, and beckoned Xiao Zou to go into the living room to sit for a while.

After all, it was cold at the door, and it was cold just to hear the cold wind outside with a sharp whistle.

Teacher Wen..... Dorjee ..... Dorjee ....."

Xiao Zou stood by the door, and before he finished speaking, a thin black face with plateau red was full of tears for a while......

"Xiao Zou, come in and have some tea!"

Xiao Zou's face full of tears and that sad look made Wen Wanbing's heart chuckle, and she turned around and didn't want to look at Xiao Zou's uncomfortable expression, I don't know why, her heart began to beat wildly. There was a buzzing sound in the brain, and the tip of the nose couldn't help but glow with a touch of acidity.

"Teacher Wen, Dorjee.... Dorjee Jaya ..... Never back! He's gone, yesterday..... Yesterday I came back in the snow ..... When I went back to Corz..... Because of dodging an oncoming ..... A big truck that is out of control, the chassis of the car is slipping, and the car is ..... Uncontrollable..... Slipped into ..... Slid into the mountain stream that was close to the Brahman, and was rescued when the man was ..... People ....."

Leaning against the door and talking so sad that he couldn't say every word of Xiao Zou, who couldn't say the last paragraph, listened to Wen Wanbing's ears, every word was heartbreaking!

Close Fan, once and Dorjee went to the mid-mountain lake when passed, the terrain is steep, the road is narrow, next to the cliff, high or low, plus all the curves, one is not careful to fall into the next mountain.

"Say no more! Stop it! Don't say it~~~"

Covering his ears hard, a little face became unusually pale, and he couldn't control his trembling, and roared loudly at Xiao Zou.

Dorjee is King Kong, Dorjee is the eagle of Colts, Dorjee is the bravest man of Corz, this little Zou is inexplicable early in the morning, a bunch of nonsense.

"Teacher Wen, you ..... You come with me! The people of the Dorjee family are now coming to ask you about the guilt, they think Dorjee's ..... Dorjee's ..... Dead ....."

Xiao Zou received a call from Dorjee's parents early in the morning, and the grief-stricken crying on the phone told him the bad news of Dorjee's death.

It is said that when Dorjee was found in a mountain stream by the truck driver who gave way, his body had lost its vital features. In the end, the rescue failed, and he died at 12:20 p.m. yesterday in the central hospital.

Dorjee's parents also said on the phone that they would come to find Wen Wanbing, saying that if it weren't for this Wen Wanbing, their only son would not have died sadly.

Before Dorjee went to his home in the city, he came to his house and told him a thousand times that he must help him take care of this lonely teacher Wen. So in order to prevent Wen Wanbing from some unnecessary harm, first take Wen Wanbing away from Dorjee's home.

"Xiao Zou, do you have to be a little measured when you're joking? It's almost the New Year, do you think it's funny for you to say something like that? ”

Wen Wanbing didn't believe what Xiao Zou said, facing Xiao Zou, her face became cold, and her big and bright eyes were already gray.

"Teacher Wen, I beg you! Please..... Please..... Come with me! ”

Xiao Zou couldn't cry anymore. A few steps away, Wen Wanbing, who was wrapped in a Duoji coat, turned from a blooming flower to withered in an instant.

Looking at his eyes, I still don't believe it!

"Dorjee can't leave me! He said that he wanted to accompany me, he talked from what he said to do, I don't believe that you came to me early in the morning to talk nonsense, if Dorjee is now by my side, I will let him beat you! ”

My heart was already flustered, and I didn't want to admit the "nonsense" in Xiao Zou's mouth at all. As he spoke, he walked towards the third floor, not wanting to pay attention to Xiao Zou anymore.....

When going up the stairs, his legs were weak and weak, and one accidentally fell directly into the stairwell. This time it was very heavy, "Knock~~~", his head knocked heavily on the steps, and the green silk became scattered.

Ignoring the pain, I slowly got up.....

"Xiao Zou, I won't send you anymore! I'm so sleepy right now, I'm going to go get some sleep! ”

There was no looking back, and the voice was faint and empty.

"Teacher Wen....."

Xiao Zou's voice was sad and sad.

"If you don't go back, I'll call Dorjee to clean you up! Let's go~~~"

When standing at the corner of the stairs, Wen Wanbing yelled at Xiao Zou downstairs, and the hand on the escalator fiercely picked at the yellow-brown wood grain on it.

After yelling loudly, he went upstairs step by step. I thought about going to my bedroom, but I changed my mind and walked directly to Dorjee's bedroom diagonally opposite her bedroom.

Gently, the door is pushed open!

On the opposite wall hangs a watercolor portrait of her. In the portrait, she is wearing a white colorful Tibetan robe, with an indigo embroidered wide-brimmed belt tied around her waist, standing on the grassland full of Gesang flowers and looking up to meet the breeze, with green silk flying and smiling brightly.

Wen Wanbing had no impression of this scene at all, and she didn't know when Dorjee painted such a watercolor painting and hung it in her bedroom.

After all, after being with Dorjee for a few months, Wen Wanbing has never even been to Dorjee's bedroom door!

Dorjee .....

Dorjee ......

In his heart, he shouted Dorjee's name. The layout of Dorjee's room is similar to the room he lives in, but it is slightly smaller.

It was spotless everywhere, and there was a slight scent of grass and sun on Dorjee's body in the air. looked around, and saw that there was also a photo of her and Dorjee at the head of his bed. This photo is very familiar to her, it is the only group photo of the two of them when they went to Banshan Lake together, with their backs to the bright red cliff.

In the group photo, one of her eyes is blurred and tilted to the side, always avoiding Dorjee's gaze. And Dorjee looked at her affectionately, with an indescribable deep love in those amber eyes.

Sitting on the edge of Dorjee's bedside, he touched the cold Dorjee's bed, took off his coat, picked up the phone at the head of the bed, retracted into Dorjee's quilt, sniffed the breath that belonged to Dorjee, curled up in a ball, and closed his eyes.....

It's okay, everything is just a dream, and when the dream wakes up, Dorjee will appear next to him, or call her.

Because Dorjee loves her so much, how could he be willing to abandon her alone in this world!

In her sleep, Wen Wanbing seemed to hear Dorjee calling her, one after another, her voice was hearty and cheerful.....

"Fool~~~Fool~~~Little fool~~~ Wake up, when are you still sleeping?"

"Wow, you don't get up to see what good stuff I brought you.... Little fool, little fool....."

Listening to Dorjee's voice, Wen Wanbing's mouth, the pear vortex appeared, hazy, and the eyes opened "suddenly~~", looking for a sound, and couldn't stop calling.

"Dorjee ~~~"

In front of him, Ben's dim bedroom was bright, and the incandescent lamps embedded in the ceiling shone brightly, and he closed his eyes slightly to get used to the bright light in front of him.

I only heard a sound of "pop~~~", and a heavy slap hit me in the face.