In the early morning of the second day, He Yuwen and He Yuhua began to act separately, He Yuhua went to Bizhou in the streets and alleys to look for it, and ran all over the south and north of Bizhou in one day, even the wharf was searched, including his former home, and he also went to look for it, but there was no result and he returned in vain.

He Yuwen stayed in Yangzhou for a whole day, posting notices to ask passers-by who came and went, walking the streets and alleys to ask the shopkeepers, and finally he didn't even find any clues, and finally went to the morgue at the dock to look for it, which was a place he was extremely reluctant to go, but he had to go, how much he wanted to find her, and he was afraid of finding her there.

At the wharf morgue in Yangzhou, there are also some people who come and go to identify the corpse, their faces are a combination of sadness and fear and melancholy, it is an extremely complex and uncomfortable expression, like pushing people into a dark and icy place, making people desperate and grief-stricken.

"Woo woo woo ......"

When coming from the dock, He Yuwen passed by a couple, it was an old couple, hired two porters, carrying a corpse covered with white cloth, but still couldn't hide the disgusting and smelly corpse, they hid their faces and cried, crying so much that it made people angina, He Yuwen didn't even dare to take a second look, afraid that he would come out like this, and couldn't control his sour tears.

You haven't lost a loved one and can't experience the feeling of being separated by yin and yang, never seeing each other again, it's like suddenly pulling a part of your body away.

It was a small door, and a foul smell wafted from a long distance, and at the door was an old man, gray-haired, guarding.

Seeing that He Yuwen, who was not in his soul, walked over slowly, and the old man stopped him: "Young man, who are you looking for, come and register." ”

The old man handed over a densely written list of people's names, full of them, like a chapter of life and death, cold and ruthless.

The old man's bright eyes seemed to have already seen through the life and death in this world, and they were surprisingly bland: "Write your name here and the name of the person you are looking for, age and gender, and then go in and recognize it, if you don't find it, cross out the name, and if you find it, draw a tick at the back." ”

When writing his sister's name, He Yuwen obviously felt that the pen was so heavy, and it took a lot of strength to pick it up, and it was so difficult to outline it successfully, it seemed that the cold wind blowing in was too cold, and even the blue sky and white day felt cold, and it took a long time to write it, and then slowly walked into the dark room that was also dark and did not see the light of day.

The old man glanced at the information he had written, and then said to his back: "Go straight inside, the female corpse, on the far right." ”

Walking in, a smell of human rotting became more and more intense, followed by a cold wind, which made people avoid it, and in the low and cramped little black room, there was a whimpering sobbing sound, and there was a crying sound of crying and grabbing the ground, as if suddenly entering a miserable world.

Walking into the female morgue, the trembling hands became more and more uncontrollable, the mood became heavier and heavier, and the rows covered the corpses with white cloths, like a chrysalis rigid and stiff, He Yuwen was covered with sweat beads on his forehead, trying to uncover the white curtains.

Mustering up the courage and restraining the fear and sadness in his heart, he lifted the first white cloth, He Yuwen gently glanced at it with his afterglow, it was a middle-aged woman's body, the blistered body was already bloated, and she slept there palely, and hurriedly said sorry for the disturbance, and re-covered it again and again.

With the same apprehension, he slowly opened the second corpse, which was the corpse of an old man, and his face could no longer be seen in its original appearance, but it felt very miserable and pale......!

The third, the fourth, and the fifth...... It's not the familiar face in my sister's impression, and the stone in my heart is gradually put down, and it is lifted again and again when the new white cloth is not lifted, so over and over again, and my heart is entangled and contradictory and painful.

It's the sixteenth and the last, his hands are getting more and more unable to control the frequency of trembling, at this moment he is already sweating profusely, his heart is in a mess, his mood is complicated and worried, if it is not his sister then where is she, what if it is her, how to make him entangled.

In the end, he mustered up the courage to lift the head cloth of the last corpse, and surprised him, no, great, no, but where would she be, why not......

When he came out of the little black room that forced people to get angry, and crossed out his sister's name from the pamphlet announcing death, He Yuwen suddenly felt relieved, like a big stone in his heart, suddenly landed, and his heart suddenly relaxed a lot, maybe there is no news, it is the best news!

When I came out, I found that the sun overhead was still very good.

The two brothers, who had been running around for three days, finally returned to their places in vain, and returned to their residences with a hint of hope that there was no news.

"Squeak......

He Yuwen dragged his heavy and tired body, came back from the outside, and gently pushed the door open, Mo Xiaoxiao stood up and asked with the same eagerness.

"How's it going, any news?"

He Yuwen's face was expressionless, his brows were tightly knit and he glanced at Mo Xiaoxiao, who was eager to know the news, and He Yuhua, who was also eager for his news on the side, he knew that He Yuhua had no news, and shook his head helplessly.

"No, I didn't even go to see the mortuary where the unclaimed bodies were salvaged because of the flood, and I didn't have any news."

He Yuhua shook his head, and also complained: "I also looked for it, and I almost turned over and there was no news, hey......"

Mo Xiaoxiao saw the two brothers looking unhappy like this, so she comforted: "There is no news, maybe it means that she is fine, don't think about the bad in everything, Jiren has her own natural appearance, not to mention that now you don't have any news to prove that she is not safe, right?" ”

He Yuwen turned around and gently pushed open the tightly closed window on the side, looked at the dark and oppressive sky, let the cool breeze irrigate his body, sighed lightly and said lightly: "Let's take one step at a time, there is no other way to do it now......"

"Hmm."

Suddenly, outside the window, the snow fluttered one after another, falling one by one, as if announcing something, the desolate yard was decorated with extraordinary liveliness, looking through the warm lights, the flying snow was flying to the fullest, and the people who watched the snow were melancholy, and the snow in the world was flying.

The next day, Yangzhou Zhao House

He Yuzi was dressed in a bright red dress, and happily watched the snowflakes flying in the sky in the corner of the courtyard, and the fluttering soft snow fell on her clothes, on her black hair, and on her slightly curled eyelashes.

She gently stretched out her hand, and a soft and crystal snowflake fell into her palm, like a white butterfly lying in vivid and charming, making her happy, and a pair of small dimples appeared on the slightly raised corners of her mouth, as sweet as honey, so that Zhao Tancen, who was admiring the snow in the distance, was stunned, she was appreciating the snow, and he was appreciating her more moving than the snow.

Zhao Tancen smiled lightly and slowly walked over from a distance: "White girl, do you look at the snow?" ”

He Yuzi came back to his senses, took back his outstretched hand, saluted, and smiled slightly: "This is the first snow of the year, you see how beautiful and pure they are, even the moonlight in the sky is ashamed of its purity." ”

As he spoke, he used his fingertips to gently glue a little bit of down snow on the trees on the side, and his smile was very clear.

Maybe it's because of studying abroad all the year round, the innate temperament she has is very unique and rare for many girls, gentle and enthusiastic, shy and generous.

There is poetry and calligraphy in the belly, presumably it is a woman of this appearance, with light and unique temperament wherever she goes, which makes people want to get close and afraid to get close.

Zhao Tancen smiled lightly, very funny: "Hehe, although the white girl is more pure and moving than the moonlight, there is another thing, which is more pure and beautiful than it, do you know what it is?" ”

He Yuzi was suspicious: "Oh? I don't know if you can talk about Brother Cen, what else can compare with it? ”

Zhao Tancen squinted his eyes slightly and said softly, while smiling at her: "Hehehe, this is far away in the sky, close in front of you, like a snow lotus for a hundred years, like an iron tree once in a thousand years, is such a strange thing better than this white snow?" ”

He Yuzi was slightly stunned, and suddenly understood: "Hehehe, you are really humorous and funny, make fun of me." ”

At this moment, a family member slowly trotted over.

"Young master, the master is in the study, let you hurry over, I have something important to look for you."

Zhao Tancen nodded lightly.

"The white girl is missing, so I'll go over and have a look first."

"Well, good!"

The snow was still falling, carefree and free, covering up the squalor and hideousness of the place.