It's back, it's back!

In a hurry, Zhiyuan returned to Anseong.

His heart was terrified.

He felt, really felt, that person, far away, far away from him, as if in another world.

"No!" Zhiyuan roared.

The cold wind was howling, and the taxi stopped under a building.

Zhiyuan got out of the car in a hurry and ran away.

At this moment, he couldn't wait to fly to her immediately, he was afraid, really afraid, afraid that she would really leave him!

Arriving on the third floor, he stopped, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

In the room, there was no movement, no one responded.

Zhiyuan's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

After being silent for a long time, Zhiyuan took out a key and inserted it into the lock hole.

This was given to him by Chen Xiaofang, and she said that this is also his home.

There was a click, the door opened, and there was a dead silence in the room.

Zhiyuan turned on the light, only to find that there was a man sitting on the sofa.

He sat there, silent, lost his soul, Zhiyuan came in, he turned a deaf ear, he didn't look at it.

"Who are you?" Zhiyuan shouted.

But at this moment, his body froze.

Opposite him, on the wall, hung a photograph of a woman as gentle as jade.

The whole wall is covered with white cloth.

A table is covered with incense sticks and flowers.

Zhiyuan realized that here, as before, is completely different.

It's so strange, so cold, it makes him terrified.

"Xiao Fang......" The man finally raised his head, "Xiao Fang, she's gone, it's a cancer ......"

"No!" Zhiyuan collapsed to the ground.

How could he believe, how could he accept!

When he left, she was fine, how could she die, how could she die!

"I'm his ex-husband......" The man stood up, his voice choked, "Xiaofang has always been beautiful, she doesn't want anyone to see her embarrassed appearance, chemotherapy is too painful, she gave up, and has been borrowing alcohol to kill her sorrows, the day you left, I know, I was watching from a short distance, she didn't let me tell you...... She's been gone for two months, and I come every night, to help her clean her room, and to accompany her by the way, she's always alone, alone......"

"Don't say it, don't say it!"

Zhiyuan cried loudly, got up from the ground, staggered to the photo.

He looked at her, looking at her stupidly, and his heart ached like a knife.

What a nice man, just like that.

She is always smiling, gentle and generous.

I still remember that when he first saw her, he thought she was so beautiful.

She took him by the hand and walked into the piano shop.

She told him that music is the most beautiful thing in the world.

She taught him the guitar by hand, and she was the most gentle woman in the world.

Unexpectedly, the kiss at the station turned out to be a farewell.

Zhiyuan hates himself, he should find out!

When he left, she was too perverse.

He knew that she loved him, and when he heard that he was leaving, instead of stopping him, he supported him and encouraged him.

She also bought a watch worth hundreds of thousands of dollars and gave it to him.

He should have found out!

"I'm selfish, I'm selfish!"

Zhiyuan was in pain, he kept thinking about his own affairs, and he didn't notice her abnormality at all.

She gave her to himself, and that night was tender, he will always remember.

But she never let him touch her hair.

Zhiyuan understood that her hair had begun to fall out, just like her grandmother, she was wearing a wig, and she didn't want him to see her embarrassed appearance.

Touching the necklace around my neck, it was cold and cold.

It was given to him by her.

"Our Buyi family is a warrior, dare to fight, our ancestors are not fearless, but they know that there are things that are much better than being a big man, and these things will have the gods to grace you, and then, you can protect the people around you!"

"You have the eyes of a warrior, but what I see from your eyes is not only strong, but also kind, if you want to go out, go out, go out for a walk, don't forget home!"

"You have grown up, there should be a watch, there is a watch, you know the time, you know the time, you know the east, the west, the north and the south, in this way, you will always remember that your roots, in Qianzhong, you have roots, no matter where you go to the ends of the earth, you can flourish!"

……

"Sister, don't leave me, I'm back, I'm back!"

Zhiyuan burst into tears, thinking about what she had said to him, thinking about her smile, and his heart was hollowed out.

She really went, silently.

"You, leave quietly, step by step lonely back

……

Year after year, the wind and frost cover the smile, who can still understand your lonely heart......

Is it that the spring flowers and autumn moon are ruthless, and your love is silent when spring goes to autumn......

Give me all your love, give me the world, and never know the pain and joy in your heart......

I want to be close to you and tell you that I have always understood you......"

"Sister Xiaofang, this is your favorite song!"

Zhiyuan muttered, stood up, and wiped away his tears.

She told him, man, to be strong.

He shouldn't have cried in front of her, though, in his heart, he was very sad.

"Where is she buried?" Zhiyuan asked in a low voice, his voice lonely and desolate.

"Xiwang Mountain...... the man said.

……

Sewang Mountain, located in the western suburbs of Anseong, is a cemetery.

On the opposite side is a reservoir.

Zhiyuan came, and as soon as he arrived here, it rained heavily.

One step at a time, Zhiyuan staggered.

The cold wind was blowing, his clothes were soaked by the rain, and he stepped on the mud to come to a new grave.

It's a lonely grave!

She was halfway up the mountainside, facing the desolate reservoir, like her whole life, lonely and gloomy.

In front of the grave, white roses were spread, and the petals had been knocked down by the rain, scattered around the grave with the biting cold wind.

The rain kept falling, and Zhiyuan's hand kept trembling as he stroked over the cold tombstone.

"Sister...... I'm home, I'm home, you don't have to be alone, I'm here to accompany you! ”

"Chen Xiaofang's tomb!" Zhiyuan laughed miserably, depressed, and sat in front of the grave.

His hand rested on the pale photograph of the tombstone and never moved away.

"Sister, look, I've grown taller again, I'm already one meter six or five, your Xiaoyuan is back and grown up! You speak, woo woo! ”

"You know what? I'm in the Northeast, I saw the Songhua River, and I also met a group of children, they are as big as the children you taught, and they are also orphans, sister, did you hear? ”

"You speak, you leave, I'm alone again, sister, you speak!"

"Sister, it's all my fault, it's me who hurt you, I'm a disaster, whoever is close to me is unlucky! Sister, I can't bear you, how can you go? ”

At night, lonely and cold, Zhiyuan was alone, sitting in front of the grave, talking to himself.

His clothes were soaked, but he didn't notice it.

He kept chattering, chattering, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, and gradually, the wind stopped, the rain stopped, and Zhiyuan's voice stopped.

Xiwang Mountain, silent.

Time passed slowly, and on the horizon, a ray of morning light pierced the night and began to turn white.

The lake is surging, and the entire Xiwang Mountain is reflected on the surface of the lake.

Halfway up the mountain, a grave, a person.

……