Closing the door, Lin Xie immediately looked behind him, but the sense of peeping that only existed before and after the first snow still did not disappear.

Not even a personal ass.

Lin Xie put the box with creamy strawberries in the refrigerator on the first floor and stepped on the stairs to the second floor

Lao Wang sat on the first floor, silently waiting for Lin Xie's next instructions.

They glanced at each other, Lin Xie was silent, made a boo, and walked to the second floor with as plain steps as possible.

Lao Wang found that no matter how much, how much Lin Xie was pretending, his expression still couldn't hide his confusion.

Sometimes it's obviously smiling, but it seems to be extremely uncomfortable, and it's obviously low, but it seems to be laughing stupidly.

There must be anomalies.

The room of grace and grace is closed, and two steps further is the room of yourself and Nian Ci.

The door is slightly open, and when she comes back late on weekdays, she will leave the door like this to prevent it from suddenly opening and disturbing her sleep with the sound of the door.

The characteristic warm yellow light of the bedside lamp filled the gap in the door, and Lin Xie approached.

He stepped on the "plain" pace, and found that the eyes peeping at him produced a desperate mood, and even with, so he was looking at his back sluggishly.

His steps began to heat and soften, as terrible as stepping on lava.

Why, exactly?

Lin Xie stopped in front of the door and smelled ......

The smell of gunsmoke...... A sour, hot ...... At the same time, it was a chill to the bone......

How can such emotions be conveyed in your own warm room.

He looked up, stared carefully at the painting hanging on the door, and in an instant, his heart stopped beating.

There were many, unclothed men and women, about thirty or fifty.

Their male and female features are clearly depicted, and at the same time, there is a "fire" on their bodies

The fire is made up of countless red "forks", many, densely packed, and at the same time a shivering fire......

It was like they were dancing, more like they were running away.

Some people are laughing playfully, and some people are crying painfully.

Nearby, it was quiet, and Lin Xie seemed to hear the fire in the painting, burning with the clatter of human skin.

What's even more terrifying is that this ...... This painting was painted by Enli.....

When Lin Xie brought Enhui to Nianci's parents' house, Enli handed the painting to himself.

Lin Xie looked at the painting with obvious characteristics at that time, thinking that it was from a study book, thinking that it was too early to pursue art in this way, and persuaded him to put on clothes in the future.

And now, the problem is not in the clothes, but in the emotions that the painting is really conveying at this moment, this moment.

Hatred!

The hatred of these characters, every face is the appearance of a person who has been seen somewhere, those smiles are also a real ridicule engraved in the heart, and hiding is more like the criminal law that this painting wants to give them.

Lin Xie's heart was tightly clenched by a pair of big hands, he was about to lose his breath, the ominous premonition that had always attacked his brain was not wrong, and the countless times before the wind and snow wanted to kneel down was real!

He suddenly remembered a few hours ago in Wenzhou, the woman whose original name was Zhu Chunxia, she was like a huge snowflake, pressing in front of her, but she couldn't stop her pace.

Lin Xie ...... He didn't push the door.

Door...... I opened it myself.

The "crunch...... door had never made a similar sound.

In front of him, there is ...... With a grace on his face that showed two neat rows of teeth.....

Enli, Lin Enli, Zhao Nianci's daughter.

She helped open the door......

She was also wearing the pink nightdress that Lin Xie had bought for her, and Winnie the Pooh was smiling at the collar of her dress.

Her two neat rows of small teeth glowed with a sparkling glow in the warm yellow light.

In her hand, she was holding a painting that she had shown to Lin Xie.

Lin Xie didn't have time to look at the room, so he had to focus his attention on the painting.

The picture that he had once interpreted as incomprehensible was so inhaled at this moment that Lin Xie almost knelt on the ground.

A secluded green grassland, in the center of the grassland, crashed into a wooden house.

The wooden house was being burned, and out of it came three or three or two, and the fire was strong.

Fork.

The fire composed of countless forks and forks burned the wooden house dynamically in Lin Xie's eyes.

Lin Xie looked up and stared into his daughter's eyes.

The daughter blinked, and there was a "dark green" light in her eyelids.

She......

She was gasping for excitement, her nose was letting the air in and out, and her mouth was cracked, a few more teeth than she usually would have showed.

She guided Lin Xie, her big eyes blinked, her face was still facing Lin Xie, but her eyes were squeezed to the extreme, far right, revealing a large whites of her eyes that were difficult for ordinary people to reach.

Lin Xie was speechless, his limbs seemed to be tightly bound in the air, and thousands of silk threads were beginning to pull at his body at the same time.

Outside!

The first snow and the wind are blowing! The wind seemed to burst into the room, the dead trees clicked, and all kinds of miscellaneous sounds hit the brain at the same time, and suddenly the brain could only hear the "buzzing sound.......

Lin Xie skimmed the whites of Enli's eyes and followed the direction of the eyeball.

Lin Xie didn't move his feet.

In the direction of his head twisting, was the bed where he and Nianci slept.

And in bed at the moment......

Nian Ci was sitting in her usual sleeping position, her eyes were open, her pupils were no longer fluttering, her mouth was slightly open, slightly pale, her hands were placed on both sides steadily, relaxed without the slightest trace of resistance, and her head was pressed straight to the backrest a little weirdly.

A red "cross" is painted on the forehead.

Lin Xie's eye frames were filled with initial disbelief and despair in an instant, and when he looked over, his fiancée's godless pupils were like crying in pity.

Her head "fell" uncontrollably on her shoulder, lifeless, staring at the bed in a languishing state.

Then, beside him, Enli's position, let out a laugh like a silver bell.

"Hey...... Hee-hee......"

The laughter was so harsh, almost tearing open the eardrums, hollowing out the hope in my heart again and again.

Lin Xie crawled and climbed, he didn't know if he was walking, but he was slowly approaching.

The wife's motionless body slowly enlarged, and disappeared from time to time in the pupils, and reappeared.

He touched the bed like a dead dog that was soon rotting and buried himself between the futons.

"Ah...... Ah......" An uncontrollable wail rang out from his throat, and tears continued to flow from the moment he saw Nian Ci.

"Ah....... Old...... Wife....... What's wrong with you......." He didn't have the strength to pump, almost instinctively getting closer.

"I'm back...... Wife...... Why don't you talk to me......" Red tears flowed from the corners of Lin Xie's eyes, one of his hands dug into his chest, his mouth opened slightly, his breathing was completely disordered, and his rapid breathing and crying resounded in the room.

"Whew....... Phew......."

Lin Xie straightened Nianci's head, as if holding a cherished flower bone, and tears remained on the futon in front of the two.

Lin Xie's eyes trembled, as if his eyeballs would pop out in the next moment, and his breath hit her cheeks, but ...... No response.

The futon slid down naturally, and Lin Xie's hand touched Nian Ci's chest, and his hands were covered with blood.

He stared at his trembling, blood-red hands, and let out a heartbreaking, hoarse and long cry: "Ah!! ”

Snow.

Suddenly stopped.

It's not that it doesn't fall, but it stops in mid-air, and it doesn't fall for the first time.

At the moment when the cry that resounded through the inner universe stopped, it was blown down by the west wind again and knocked on the window grille.

Stompe!

Like thousands of horses trampling on glass.