Fuck it.

Who would dare to do this to his Ye He?

Once he had similar thoughts in his mind, Lu Qiyan was close to going crazy.

Things smashed again and again, one more expensive than the other.

The hall is almost all scattered with broken diamonds, glass, and blue and white porcelain.

Dog's breakfast.

No one dared to speak, everyone tensed themselves and remained silent.

When it was over, the man made a calm face and strode out of the door.

"Sir!"

The butler finally spoke, "Outside—"

The word "snow" has not yet had time to be spoken.

", don't follow me."

The coldness of Lu Qiyan's voice was no worse than the wind and snow outside, and it was also as cold as a knife cutting his throat.

As a result, no one dared to do anything more.

Suddenly remembered something, and turned back with a calm face.

This time, I took a girl's coat.

Everyone looked at each other.

Probably afraid that he would find Miss Ye, worried that she would be cold.

Hey, Lu Shaodu has reached this point, even if he is angry again, he is afraid of freezing her, why does he always make him scared?

The mess of affairs in the group was enough for him to annoy.

He was really nice to her.

But these words, in addition to holding them in their hearts, everyone knows what to do?

I can only pray to the wind and snow outside the window, Miss Ye will come back safely.

Where Ye He went, only she knew.

In fact, she didn't go anywhere, it was only a short distance away from the Lu Mansion, but she didn't have the courage to push the door in anymore.

The Lu family sent so many people to look for it, but only this place that was close at hand was missed.

They all thought about the bad side, and even prepared for the worst, the bodyguards and people were almost about to chase out of X City, who would have thought that Miss Ye was near Lu Zhai.

She didn't have much clothes on, and her snow boots were already cold in the snow, and she wandered for hours, her body seemed to be filled with ice, so cold that she couldn't help but arch her back.

She didn't have the courage to get closer, step by step, she was so close to her, but she didn't dare to see Lu Qiyan's face again.

Shen Zhao's words made her unable to face them.

Ashamed, sad, and tightly clenched together, it seems that they can wring out blood donations.

Ningning, Ningning.

How many times do you repeat this name in your mind?

Too many to count.

It's getting dark now, and it's only getting colder at night.

The wind choked into his throat, and Ye He couldn't help coughing.

In a trance, I heard a "drop".

It seems to be a car key.

She covered her mouth and held back hard, not wanting to cough any more.

Lu Qiyan's figure passed in front of the gate of the villa, the moonlight shrouded his eyebrows, gloomy and gloomy, he looked very anxious, and even his steps seemed very impatient.

Ye He panicked, his body stiffened after standing for too long, and when he turned around, his legs seemed to be not his own, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden, buried in the snow with dead branches and leaves, with thorns, and torn his clothes.

Lu Qiyan opened the car door and closed it vigorously, cleanly.

The muffled sound of the car's engine quickly replaced her faint movement.

He didn't find Ye He.

She didn't know whether to rejoice or be sad.

Holding it up, stepping on the snow deep and shallowly, and being embarrassed.

The wind blew her hair messy and the snow into her collar, downright biting.

He must have been angry and anxious because she suddenly disappeared, right?

Ye He was going to listen to Shen Zhao's words, took the money, and walked away, just as she had hoped before, and disappeared completely.

However, she really missed him.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have come back.

If he tried to chase Lu Qiyan's car, would he be able to find that he was behind him?

The girl struggled to get up from the snow, her hair, body, and face were covered with a mess of snow.

The burgundy Ferrari was flamboyant and hurried, its wheels crushing the straight, spacious tracks, leaving a bustle behind.

If he can stop, if he can find out, Ye He doesn't want to care about anything.

Lu Qiyan wouldn't want her, even if he had Ning Ning in his heart, he wouldn't want her.

Ye He ran hard for a long distance, and she didn't know where the strength came from to support her persistence.

Probably knowing that no matter how much he ran, he wouldn't catch up again, and he wouldn't find her behind.

It's also strange to say.

She wanted to hide, but she also wanted to be closer to him.

Just look at it and never see it again.

Just thinking about it tears my heart apart.

The car just threw her off, far away, out of her sight. Gone cleanly, completely.

She fell to the ground and finally cried out in grief.

Tears fell one by one, enough to melt the snow.

didn't want to cry, Ye He could bear it.

But when he saw Lu Qiyan, he couldn't bear anything, but this time, he wouldn't coax her anymore or help her wipe her tears.

He drove the car and just left.

The dim streetlights fell to the ground, forming a lonely circle.

The dense snow mist and the white air from the girl's breath blended together, and it haunted the curled thin body.

She knelt and sank deep.

The wind was too strong, drifting by, and she almost couldn't open her eyes, but she stared at the ground in a daze, as if she had lost her soul, and after a long time, Ye He stretched out his hand - and vigorously cut through the snow, one by one, one stroke at a time.

She was writing Lu Qiyan's name.

Words, it's complicated.

Tears poured down their faces, and fell on the strokes of his name.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and gradually, the three words were no longer profound, and soon they were covered by the snow that followed, and the snow that fell into the fingernails overflowed, and it was so stiff and numb that it was impossible to even feel the cold.

Ye He set it aside and wrote it again.

It doesn't seem like the hand is my own.

It's still overwritten.

Still pushing away the thicker and thicker snow.

Still trembling and falling a stroke.

Lu Qiyan, Lu Qiyan, Lu Qiyan.

The girl seemed to be working against these disobedient snow, she was hard, stubborn, crying, and writing his name everywhere.

It's like going crazy and desperate.

Why this is the case and why? Didn't even Xue want her to leave everything about him?

Ye He cried louder and louder, and the overwhelming snow almost wiped her out.

The tears condensed into ice, and the eyelashes were stuck with white crystals that could not be broken off, and the whole body was already cold to the point of no temperature.

She prayed that these snowstorms would be smaller, smaller.

It seems that only in this way will Ye He not watch Lu Qiyan's name completely dissipate with his own eyes, just like he is driving a car, getting farther and farther away from her.

She didn't want that, not at all.

Lu Qiyan went straight to the cemetery, originally grasping a little hope, but the result was still disappointing enough - Ye He was not there.

In front of his mother, and Wen Changru's tombstone, the dead leaves and weeds had long been submerged in the snow, and there was nothing left, and they fell clean.

Without her.

Lu Qiyan was so at a loss that he didn't even know how to lose his temper.

After only a few hours of hard work, he was so depressed that he lost much energy, his chin gradually turned blue-white, and his lines became more and more stiff.

His thin lips pursed into a tight line, and he couldn't help but punch the front cover of the car, and the joints soon oozed faint blood.

Fuck it, I can't even find a girl now.

"Have you ever thought that it might be that she was leaving on her own, and no one kidnapped her."

Shen Zhao's words suddenly flashed in his ears, and his brain suddenly became buzzing.

Lu Qiyan rubbed his eyebrows, trying to calm himself down.

But that sentence became clearer.

He didn't want to think about this possibility, but now, it doesn't seem to make sense.

Why did Ye He leave?

It's clear that everything is fine during the day today, or rather, she has been holding back her emotions and not saying anything on the surface.

She had planned well in advance, and in front of him, she had never pretended to be so perfect, so perfect that he didn't even notice it.

Lu Qiyan took out his mobile phone, and a threatening word was almost sent, this is what he does best, he has long been familiar with the road, and he doesn't know how many times he has done it before.

But the moment you press your finger, you still delete it cleanly.

Just change it to a sentence, "Is it okay to come back?" ”

I'm worried about you.

"It's so cold outside, can you come back?"

"It's all my fault, you don't have trouble with yourself."

"Ye He, obedient."

Quietly, the screen was as cold as the temperature outside, and there was no response.

Ye He finally lost consciousness completely, the snow was falling, blowing away all her thoughts, her eyes were dark, and she finally couldn't hold on, and fell down, falling into an endless long and dim darkness.

I don't know how long it took, but when she woke up, she found herself lying on a strange bed, the quilt was clean, but it was so heavy that she almost couldn't breathe.

The surroundings were white, so white that there was no dust stained.

There is a fever-reducing patch on his forehead that only children use, his right hand can't move, his throat seems to be swollen, and his dry throat can't even say a word. Her lips were dry to a thin layer of skin, and the strong smell of disinfectant reminded her that it was in the hospital.

"Are you awake?"

It's the doctor's voice.

She opened her eyes and slowly realized that she was in the hospital.

"Do you want water?"

The doctor was a mild-mannered man, in his early thirties, with glasses, and very handsome.

Ye He nodded weakly.

She was dressed in a clean hospital gown, with no other patterns than boring blue and white lines.

It looked loose on her, with crumpled creases all over her body.

After drinking a large glass of water, his throat was a little cooler, and he seemed to be able to speak, Ye He thanked him hoarsely.

"Thank you, if you see a girl fainting on the ground, half of her body is drowned in the snow, and she won't die without help."

"What's more, I'm still a doctor."

He laughed.

Ye He was a little surprised for a moment, he was lucky, he just happened to be saved by a doctor.

"My surname is Yan, you can call me Doctor Xiaoyan." Doctor Yan turned the page of Ye He's case and muttered to himself, "I have very few surnames, my surname is Yan, hehe...."

Speech.

Ye He thought of Lu Qiyan again, and she was very sad.

"It's no big deal, don't worry, you just need to rest." Seeing Ye He's appearance, the doctor just tucked the quilt for her, and didn't say anything, "I'll go out first, I won't bother you, if there is anything to ring the bell on the bedside, the nurse should come over to help you." ”

Ye He's face was still pale and stiff.

This girl seemed to be preoccupied, he didn't want to put much pressure on her, not to mention, it was difficult to understand what he wanted to say even though she was sick.

Ye He lowered his eyelashes, his eyes were dim, and he seemed to have only listened to his words lightly.

**

The next day, the temperature plummeted below zero, and the weather forecast said that there would be another heavy snowfall later. In broad daylight, there were few passers-by on the street, all wrapped in coats and scarves, wishing that only one pair of eyes would be exposed, and the cold, bleak, gray fog seemed to envelop the entire city of X, and it would not disperse for a long time.

The atmosphere was inexplicably eerie, the wind was blowing, and the dead branches and leaves and the coarse and fine gravel were rolling through the city with all their might, and even the eyes of strangers were a vigilant and irritable light.

Depressed and depressed, it seems to be the beginning of a horror movie, every flower and tree, all implying as if something bad is going to happen next.

The hospital was in an unusually scorching state, as if as soon as you stepped through the door, something was not quite right.

It was empty, and there was no one.

It seems that it is really like in that kind of apocalyptic movie, the world that has been bombed by nuclear explosions, only a barren ruin, and this is only the only building that has survived, and everyone is gone, lifeless, oppressive, and suffocating.

At least, ordinary people are gone.

Hospitals are unusual—patients come and go, anxious patients, or family members are gone; The busy doctors and nurses are also gone, and it should have been noisy, along with the place of life and death.

There were painful wails in the ward, the sound of saltwater shelves scratching the floor, the low sobbing of the doorway, and the slightly tired, slightly impatient sentence between the eyebrows, "Bed 16, bed 8." ”

Everything seems to have been resolutely sealed by something, and no trace is revealed.

Instead, there are resolute faces, wearing uniform black uniforms, each face is like a copy and paste, and even the height and body shape seem to be exactly the same, accurate to the point that there are only subtle changes.

Layer by layer, the entire hospital is tightly surrounded.

Making a movie? Or which important person was admitted to the hospital?

The patient wonders, this is just a small hospital, and even the facilities are not perfect, where is it worth visiting the big guys?

Dr. Yan even wanted to go upstairs, but was stopped by those people, "Miss, from the fourth to the eighteenth floor, you can't go up for the time being." ”

"What are you doing, what's going on? Please, my patient is still on it, I can always go and see it. ”

But the indifferent voice spoke again, "Please cooperate, we are looking for someone." ”

Unquestionable refusal.

Is it so fanfare to find someone??

This belongs to disturbing the people and disrupting public order, who has such a great right??