I can give up everything to protect my love, but I can't love my daughter unreservedly. I hate my own incompetence, my cowardice, and even more so the injustice of fate.

But no amount of remorse for what has happened is of no avail, and I can already guess what life I will face in the future, but for you, I dare not guess the slightest.

My daughter, I want to give you the best life, I want to appear on every important occasion of you, graduation and work, get married and have children, and even think about holding your child and talking about my prairie, my long-sleeved dance.

However, there was no chance.

Luoluo, please don't be sad, and please take care of yourself.

Mothers are proud to have a daughter like you, so let me stay proud, and I will accompany you well with your father in another way.

Goodbye, my daughter.

The letter paper, which was already blurry with ink, was wet with tears again, and Xiao Luo bit his lip to suppress his crying, but the tears still fell drop by drop.

Song Boyuan couldn't see such a sad scene, sighed and pushed the door to leave.

Yi Zeran stood silently in front of the narrow window, the sunset was in full bloom, and the flood of light fell on the green grass blades, emitting dots of bright light, like fireflies scattered in the night.

For a long time, maybe half an hour, maybe an hour, Xiao Luo wiped the tears on his cheeks and walked in front of Yi Zeran.

"Mr. Yi, I want to go and see my mother's grave."

A day earlier, Yi Zeran told her that Song Boyuan had chosen a good cemetery in the local area, facing the vast grassland and facing the majestic mountains with his back.

She wanted to take a look and decide on a place for her burial.

No matter how sad she is, she still has to follow her mother's wishes.

After about 20 minutes of driving, Xiao Luo came to his mother's future "home", which is really an excellent location.

Standing on the neat steps and looking down, the endless green grassland, at the end of the field of vision there are nomads driving the flocks of sheep, the white sheep are like the elongated years, extending infinitely in the sight.

There was also a high mountain peak overhead, with green pines and vigorous grass, and a touch of snow-colored white on the summit, which was striking and holy in the sun.

After Xiao Luo was familiar with the surrounding environment, he went to the garden keeper to finalize, and the person was very efficient, and the staff came to negotiate with her with the contract half an hour later.

The price was naturally not cheap, Yi Zeran did not participate in this transaction from beginning to end, and calmly sat on the sidelines to watch her do the last thing for her mother.

It wasn't until the price was discussed that the man flicked the button of his coat and stood up.

Xiao Luo took out a bank card from the bag she was carrying without saying a word, and without waiting for Yi Zeran to speak, she handed the bank card to the staff, "I want to give my mother a ride in my own way." ”

That's all her part-time income since high school, plus the money her mother insists on calling her every month, barely paying for the cemetery.

Taking the last step, Xiao Luo looked back at the high mountains and rivers, and the big stone in his heart was much lighter.

From now on, she really had nothing.

On the day of her mother's burial, it rained lightly, and Xiao Luo sat in front of the tombstone for a whole day, and the dripping rain wet the pure white flowers, and some messy petals were rippled by the water, clinging to the cold stone.

Xiao Luo stretched out his hand and twisted the petals, and said softly: "Goodbye, Mom." ”

She didn't cry, even though her heart hurt to the extreme, she couldn't cry.

It was probably the first few days that made her drain all the tears in her life, so even if it hurts, even if it is sad, it is just silent like a sculpture.

When the rain was heavier, Yi Zeran held an umbrella for her, and the rain turned into a string of transparent beads along the black umbrella cloth.

Xiao Luo opened his palm to catch the raindrops, and a biting chill passed from the palm of his hand to the bone marrow.

She looked up at the equally wet man and gritted her teeth to her feet.

Yi Zeran was a head taller than her, and when she looked up, she saw his knife-like chin.

Taking a step back, I finally saw the lips of his name, and his face as pale as paper.

She didn't look any further, stepping forward to stand beside him.

"Let's go."

Yi Zeran didn't speak, and slowly followed her steps down the steps.

The two of them lived in a small local hotel, and at night, the proprietress happily brought a bowl of ginger soup to Xiao Luo to dispel the cold.

After drinking the hot soup, Xiao Luo's frozen and numb body finally showed signs of recovery.

When the empty bowl was returned, Xiao Luo specially reminded the proprietress to make a new one for Yi Zeran.

Hearing her arrangement, the proprietress laughed wildly, "You two are really interesting, let me give this to that, let me give this to this, there is still one in the kitchen, wouldn't you just bring it over?" ”

Xiao Luo didn't answer her, and hurriedly returned to the room after saying thank you.

It was a rare good night's sleep, and when I woke up the next day, it was already bright outside.

The proprietress downstairs was having breakfast, and saw Xiao Luolian, who was downstairs, bringing out a copy from the kitchen.

"Young people are in good health, and there is nothing wrong with the rain in such cold weather."

Xiao Luo sniffed, indeed, there were no signs of a cold.

It's Yi Zeran, I don't know if he has contracted the disease because of this.

As if seeing through her thoughts, the proprietress blinked her eyes and said, "The man who came with you went out early today, there should be something to do." ”

Xiao Luo nodded and sat silently at the table to eat.

When the meal was almost finished, Yi Zeran finally hurried back from outside, and Xiao Luolian put down the dishes and chopsticks to greet him.

The man was covered in cold air, and his cheeks on the scarf were also red from the cold, and he rubbed his hands and walked to the hotel front desk without waiting for Xiao Luo to approach Yi Zeran.

"That bottle of liquor comes out."

When he spoke, it was all white mist.

Xiao Luo stood aside and asked him, "What did you go out for?" ”

Yi Zeran took the wine handed by the proprietress and explained to her while opening the bottle, "I'm afraid that you will catch a cold, so I went out to buy cold medicine, but I shouldn't need it depending on your appearance." ”

Xiao Luo's heart warmed, and before he could say the words of thanks, he heard Yi Zeran say in a relaxed tone: "Xiao Luo, it's snowing outside." ”

After drinking wine, his body gradually warmed up, Yi Zeran walked up to the restaurant, the food on the table was still steaming, and he took his chopsticks to eat.

Xiao Luo picked up the bowl he had just dropped and continued to eat.

The proprietress didn't know where she went, and there were only two people left on the ground.

Yi Zeran took a bite of beef, and glanced at Xiao Luo, "When are you going to leave?"

Xiao Luo's movements were paused, not that he didn't think about the return date, but he was subconsciously unwilling to think about this problem, and he was even more reluctant to leave.

Seeing that Xiao Luo was speechless for a long time, Yi Zeran changed his words and said, "If you don't want to go back, I can help you find a place to live." ”

Xiao Luo put down his rice bowl, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, and then looked at Yi Zeran calmly, "Tomorrow, I'll go back tomorrow." ”