Wu Xie felt that the world was spinning, and when he came to his senses, he found that he was already standing in the vast snowy mountains, in the quiet snowy wilderness like heaven, this tranquility fascinated him, he had dreamed of the calm of standing on the top of Changbai Mountain, but this was obviously not Changbai Mountain.

Everything in Qinling seems to be far away from him, and there is no need for intrigue and intrigue to purify the anger on his body and wash the filth in his soul in the vast snow-capped mountains.

Wu Xie wasn't panicked at all, he couldn't even feel the cold. The stuffy oil bottle was sitting in the snow next to him, fiddling with an old-fashioned radio in his hand, Wu Xie couldn't hear its sound, not even the sizzling sound of FM, and the stuffy oil bottle was obviously not the type to talk to himself, so Wu Xie looked at him quietly.

The old-fashioned radio obviously didn't broadcast anything good, because Wu Xie saw a rare trace of imperceptible expression on the face of the stuffy oil bottle, it was a kind of disdain for them when he teased the enemy, and Wu Xie couldn't explain why he felt this way, but he quickly caught this small change from the face of the stuffy oil bottle, and then returned to his usual expression again - no expression.

This time the stuffy oil bottle was not wearing his signature blue hoodie, but a blue Tibetan robe, he stared into the distance, it seemed that he could see far, far away, Wu Xie followed his gaze, and there seemed to be a little faint light in the distance.

In the dim sky, there was goose feather snow, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and on the other side of the sky, the faint light in the distance was still reflected by the snow, forming a dark cyan halo between the snowy mountains.

The stuffy oil bottle continued to twist the knob of the radio, and perhaps there was ethereal music coming out of the old-fashioned box, and he listened, patted his backpack, and his eyes flashed with determination, in this heavy snow, like a god, but absolutely lonely.

Wu Xie's gaze followed the movements of the stuffy oil bottle and stopped on the backpack, the zipper on the old-fashioned backpack was broken, revealing a corner of the things inside, which was actually a hidden wood urn.

Wu Xie was shocked in his heart, and the stuffy oil bottle exuded a feeling that he was just a companion but could not share any happiness and pain. The person in that urn must have been a companion for many years. The reason why they are not friends is also an intuition of Wu Xie.

He reached out to take him into his arms, to tell him that I was there, to comfort the man who had always been strong as a god, but the hand accidentally passed through his shoulder.

Mu Ran put down his hand, Wu Xie could only look at the stuffy oil bottle, watching this person walking on the ridge of the snow peak, the snow mountain spread out like a python under the feet of this person, shuttling in the snow, quiet, peaceful, and serene.

The snow was a little lighter, and a majestic mountain range in the distance was plain white, blending with the gray clouds, Wu Xie watched the stuffy oil bottle go farther and farther, and wanted to catch up, but he had disappeared into the snow, as if it had never existed.

A person no longer dares to ask for even just companionship.

Wu Xie's chest twitched violently, and his heart was like a knife, and he secretly swore in his heart: 'This time, I won't let you be alone again, I will share the happiness with you, and I will bear the pain with you. ’

Everything was dark again, and Wu Xie knew that no matter whether what he saw was an illusion or not, he had to grow up and want to stand beside him and become his strength.