Outside the window, like a white horse passing through the gap, from the white snow to the first stop of the wind and snow.

Tens of thousands of kilometers can be completed so quickly.

The crowd was bustling, Luo Zhizhou got out of the car, the wind and snow gradually stopped, dressed in black, and walked towards the cemetery.

He slept for three days.

When you wake up, things are wrong.

He stopped on the periphery of the cemetery with an unsteady breath, stretched out his hand to support the trees beside him, and took a secret breath before slowly walking towards the man.

The first snow was densely squeezed on Luo Zhizhou's shoulders, and his hair was gray.

Su Duyan took off his coat and lowered himself to cover him.

Holding the cold body with both hands, his eyes flashed over the photo on the tombstone, and then his eyelashes drooped slightly.

"Enough is enough, Luo Zhizhou."

The cold feeling passed along the clothes into the body, and Su Duyan hugged the body even harder.

The dark pupils were dull, and the voice was bitter.

"Uncle is in another world, and he must not want to see you like this."

There was a cold liquid flowing down his cheeks into the neck socket, Su Duyan trembled, reached out to hold the cheek, and his forehead was opposite.

The kneeling man's eyelashes trembled, and the snow and frost fluttered.

"I've never hated him......"

Even after all these years, that person did not fulfill his father's responsibilities.

Sleeping, eating, and eating alone......

But he was his own father, and his blood was in his veins.

"I know."

Reaching out and sliding the tears on Luo Zhizhou's face, his eyes were mixed with complicated emotions.

"Brother."

The corners of Luo Zhizhou's mouth hooked, and his stiff eyelashes trembled, "Let's go back." ”

The two were extremely close, and the white breath they exhaled hit each other's faces.

"I'm not that vulnerable."

Lowered his eyelashes slightly, reached out and took off the coat on his shoulder and surrounded Su Duyan.

pressed and didn't let him take it off, and lowered his head, "My legs are numb, can my brother help me up?" ”

If he is crushed by a single pain, should he collapse when he was living alone since he was a child?

Tears flowed, hearts were broken, and the deceased always hoped that you would fulfill his unfinished dreams.

For the sake of his father, for the sake of Su Duyan, he should also be strong.

"You carry me."

Like a scoundrel and coquettish when he was a child, rubbing Su Duyan's neck, his voice was soft, like the wind.

Su Duyan reached out and pinched the cheek, then turned around and half-squatted for Luo Zhizhou to come up.

"Just this once."

said it easily, covering his body behind his back, Su Duyan lifted it up slightly.

He didn't know how long this body would last.

God really likes to joke......

Some people are worried about death, but he is worried about life.

When you leave every plane, you have to get to know Luo Zhizhou again.

I'm so tired, I just want to keep it properly and collect it carefully.

But it's really good, filter the past unbearable, meet again, say hello, I'm ......

It's a good feeling to be pounding.

The first stop of the wind and snow began to fall again.

Su Duyan carried the person on his back, step by step, leaving footprints of different shades on the snow.

"Do you want a snowball fight?"

Su Duyan gasped slightly and asked softly.

Fortunately, Luo Zhizhou is not heavy, otherwise he would have died.

"Don't." The head rubbed against his neck, and his voice was piercing, "I want to sleep." ”

It's good to lie on that broad back weakly, and still feel the temperature of this person.

"Are you a pig?" Su Duyan smiled dumbly, but there were tears in his eyes.

The wind and snow drowned out the footprints, and only two petite figures remained in the distance.

——

The facilities in the room remained the same, and Su Duyan quietly placed the person lying on his back on the bed.

Then he took off Luo Zhizhou's pants, and the red marks on his knees seeped through.

Sighing helplessly, he fetched hot water from the bathroom and scrubbed it clean.

I put medicine on the wound and changed my pajamas. He lay down beside Luo Zhizhou tiredly.

——

The wheezing in the dream was undecided, and the feeling of suffocation came to my face.

He suddenly saw himself lying in the bloody water, and Luo Zhizhou hugged him and broke his heart, like Jun Wuyuan.

"No......"

Struggling to wake up, sweat dripping from his forehead.

No, he can't die.

What a medical diagnosis! Bullshit! He's so hard! How can you have a terminal illness!

"Luo Zhizhou ......"

There was no temperature and no figure around him, and when he lifted the futon, Su Duyan stumbled out of bed.