Xiao Luo wrapped himself in a damp quilt and called over and over again, until the phone was turned off due to a lack of power, and it still didn't connect.

It was already completely dark, and the light of the incandescent lamp overhead was faint, and a cold wind blew in through the window, and the electric light line shook for a moment, and the filament flickered, and then went out.

Xiao Luo looked up at the dark house, and was terrified.

She didn't think there were other reasons for her mother's sudden departure, but her mother was only in her forties and her body had always been tough, so those unrealistic conjectures were quickly rejected by her.

As the days went by and her mother's excuses were full of loopholes, she began to think crankily again, especially when she was alone in this place full of memories, and the dusty memories came to her all over the world.

Xu is the reason for the loss of her husband in her early years, her mother has always been strong, and she is silent about any hardships and tiredness, and those tenderness have also been smoothed out by a difficult life.

But during this time, her mother was obviously a lot more emotional, always telling her to take good care of herself, and often mentioned her father, who had passed away for many years, and the tenderness and emotion in her tone moved Xiao Luo.

It sounded unintentional at the time, and in retrospect it seemed to be a harbinger that something was about to happen.

The more Xiao Luo thought about it, the more frightened he became, and finally plugged in his phone tremblingly.

The wind outside the window was getting louder and louder, and there was even the sound of rain dripping down.

The quilt that had been stored for a year was still a little damp, and Xiao Luo was buried in the quilt, stuffy and out of breath.

The room was extremely dark, only the charger emitted a little red light, Xiao Luo stared at the light, stared at it and fell asleep.

The next day, Xiao Luo suffered from a severe cold, and when he got out of bed, his legs were weak and he almost fell to the ground.

Xiao Luo sat slumped in the living room, looking at the empty courtyard at a loss.

It snowed at night, and it was full of white snowflakes, and a thick layer of snow was piled up on the withered grape trellises, and thin snowflakes fell when the wind blew.

The room was so cold that the breath it exhaled seemed to freeze.

Xiao Luo touched his forehead, burning his head dizzy.

Tomorrow is the Spring Festival, but there is no New Year's flavor at home, and there is not even the most usual oil, salt, sauce and vinegar in the kitchen.

There is a small supermarket at the entrance of the alley, and if you can buy New Year's goods, you have to take a bus to the county seat.

Xiao Cheng didn't want to move, so he simply walked to the yard and stepped on the snow.

There was a lively conversation next door, a lively conversation between women, a noisy sound of children chirping, and the sound of crackling firecrackers.

Xiao Luo was already so cold that he had no instincts, and his last foot stepped into the deep snow pit, and his body was crooked and he never got up again.

The cold snow particles clung to his cheeks, and gradually the half of his face ached as hotly as if it were on fire.

Xiao Luo moved, facing the sky.

It snowed again, first fine snow particles, and there was some slight pain on the face.

Xiao Luo blinked, stretched out a hand, and white snowflakes fell on the palm of his hand, and soon, the snowflakes turned into a puddle of cold water.

She began to cough violently, coughing so hard that her lungs hurt, and there seemed to be a fire burning in her body, so that her head was burned and she didn't feel anything.

She didn't know how she got up, it was only a dozen meters from the snow to the corridor, but she used all her life's strength, and when she stepped on the dry concrete floor, she fluttered and fell to the ground.

Half of his arm hit the ground first, and the pain was so painful that his bones felt like they were about to shatter.

She began to shed tears, and the tears that she had held back for a long time seemed to echo the majestic snow, menacing.

First because of the pain in her body, then because of her mother's non-return, and finally she had forgotten why she was crying.

Suddenly there was the sound of a car engine in the white snow, and then the sound of footsteps, Xiao Luo wiped away his tears and turned his head to look at the door.

Yi Zeran wore a black coat and strode into the courtyard.

Xiao Luo sniffed, subconsciously stretched out an arm to support the ground, did not get up, this time it seemed to fall harder.

"Xiao Luo!"

Yi Zeran's voice was fierce, and he rushed towards Xiao Luo like crazy.

When he picked up the person, Xiao Luo had completely stopped crying, but the tear stains on his face and his red and swollen eyes couldn't deceive people.

"Xiao Luo, do you know what you're doing?"

He asked, only to get her calm gaze.

Yi Zeran finally noticed her flushed face, and his big hand covered her forehead, which was very hot.

Fang Cai's anger turned into distress again.

What the hell is going to be done to get her to stop torturing herself?

He walked to the car parked at the intersection with the girl huddled in a ball, the snow was heavy, and after a while both of them were covered with white snow particles.

When she got into the car, Yi Zeran bent down to clean up the snow particles in her hair, and the moment the car door closed, Xiao Luo seemed to suddenly wake up from a dream and went crazy to open the door.

Yi Zeran looked at her with red eyes, "Lin Xiaoluo, are you sober?" ”

"Not good." Xiao Luo's eyes were already red, but he bit his lip and refused to let the tears fall, "I'm going to stay here and wait for my mother to come back." ”

A large flower of snow fell on his black coat and his black hair, Yi Zeran stood in the snow like a sculpture, frowning and looking at the stubborn girl in front of him.

In the end, he admitted defeat, "Come back with me, and I will take you to Auntie after the New Year." ”

Xiao Luo had a strong premonition in his heart, something happened to his mother, and Yi Zeran had already known about it.

After a long silence, she asked him slowly, "Can you tell my mother what happened to her?" ”

Yi Zeran sighed, walked directly into the cab and closed the door, "I will tell you everything after the New Year, but before that, I hope you can be well." ”

Xiao Luo closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair a little tiredly.

Too lazy to argue, knowing that arguing doesn't change anything.

Yi Zeran took her to the hospital in the county seat, the reason for the festival was that there were many fewer people in the hospital, and after taking the temperature, the doctor on duty held the thermometer and scolded the two of them.

Then there is the infusion, which is a time-consuming treatment.

Xiao Luo's whole body was wrapped in the quilt, and Yi Zeran moved a stool and sat by the window.

Neither of them spoke, and generally stared in different directions.

When changing the water, Yi Zeran asked the nurse on duty to bring rice, a bowl of hot porridge.

Many shops have been closed at the end of the year, and the little nurse went home directly to cook porridge and took it to the hospital, and when she happily handed it to the man, the man only coldly handed over two bills, and did not even give her a straight eye.

"Drink porridge."

Xiao Luo turned his head to look at him, completely unmoving.

Yi Zeran opened the lunch box and stirred the hot porridge with a spoon, "Open your mouth." ”

Xiao Luo pursed his lips and reached out to catch the lunch box.

Yi Zeran sat up straight, looked at her quiet side face, and said softly: "I could have arrived yesterday, but the company has been delayed for a while." ”