The goose-featherlike snow falls on the earth, washes away the dirt of the world, and also covers the darkness.

At the beginning, scattered snowflakes and continuous precipitation gradually formed a thin layer of ice on the surface of Xinyue Lake.

The morning light is slightly dewed, and the world of ice and snow is pure and full of temptation.

Yiyi wore a down jacket in early winter, looking at the world in surprise.

The vegetation of the evening wind forest is covered with a thick layer of ice crystals overnight, and the cheerful flow of people plunges into the cool ice and snow, and the happy mood infects this campus.

Yiyi is still as happy as ever, walking on the grass covered with ice and snow, her smile blooms like the holy snow lotus in Changbai Mountain, and the figure through the forest seems to have never been contaminated with the dust of the world, panic, loss, melancholy, these negative emotions will never appear in her.

He was very envious of Yiyi's happiness and admired her constant state of mind. He smiled, and was infected by the snow scene in front of him, and also by the girl in the snow.

"Brother Beichen, aren't you happy?"

The light in the snow was dazzling, and he smiled happily, his white teeth lining the joy.

Yiyi is very empathetic and good at capturing negative emotions, and pure white paper is more likely to reflect the essence of dust.

He could see that Yiyi was very dependent on himself, this snow scene was very beautiful, like a newborn baby, so pure that there was no trace of impurities, and people who were accustomed to daily study and life accumulated a lot of pressure released their mood in the snow, but Yiyi was always around him but ten meters away, and he never went far, talking about homely things, talking about life in the bedroom.

He really wants to enjoy the study life on campus in a dull way, and he can go to the library to sit after class every day. But he still has a lot to do, and maybe it won't be long before his body will give birth to the smell of rotten corpses, or rather, the smell of corpses will become stronger.

"Yiyi—" He had his own thoughts, but he didn't know how to speak to her.

Yiyi untied a chic-shaped brooch on his chest, and the morning light swayed, with a faint smile.

This is a thousand snow needles, in the ancient legends of the Korean people in the north. There is a wealthy village at the foot of Changbai Mountain, where the people live freely and happily. However, one day a powerful beast came down from Changbai Mountain, and the middle-aged people in the village fought with the beast for many years, and countless young people in the village fell into the mouth of the murderer and became a delicacy, and the villagers struggled to find a way to subdue the beast. Finally, one day, on the other side of the river, a woman dressed in strange costumes crossed the river in a small boat.

The woman who crossed the river personally tracked the beast into the hinterland of the snow-capped mountains, and made a strange-shaped brooch with a special material from the mountain stream, and the sharp needle pierced the skin of the beast, seriously injuring the beast, and the injured beast fled into the depths of the snow-capped mountains and never appeared again. Based on the prototype of the needle, the villagers made a brooch to carry with them, called the Thousand Snow Needle. When the men of the clan go out on a long trip, the girls in the Korean tribe will make such a brooch with their own hands, implying the blessing of the holy snow mountain, and the people who go far away will return safely, and the thousand snow needles will go with them to protect their beloved men.

Yiyi gently pinned the untied brooch to Zhu Beichen's coat, which was a brooch with a snowflake-like glow of silver all over her body, shining in the light.

Yiyi's expression was a little lonely, and the girl's sixth sense was really strong. This brooch has been with Yiyi since she was a child, and no matter what outfit she wears, it is this snowflake-style brooch that hangs tightly on her chest. Yiyi was born prematurely since she was a child, and she was a weak and sickly child, and her family hoped that this Qianxue needle could bless her with peace in her life.

Now, the Qianxue needle hangs on Zhu Beichen's chest.

He would not understand the meaning of this brooch, but he only regarded it as a beautiful decoration, but he cherished it extraordinarily, because it was given to him by Yiyi.

"Yiyi, I might have to leave for a while."

He was a little sad, only in front of Yiyi would he be sure that he could let go of his tired body and mind and truly enjoy this snowy scene without worry.

Zhu Beichen may not be sure if he can return to this campus again, maybe just like the Taoist priest said, the disease cycle of the epidemic is very unstable, and the current self is normal except for drowsiness and irritability from time to time, and so is Ouyang Ying, but she is very cold.

Maybe in the next moment, he will be like a Taoist priest, so thin that he only has a cortex clinging to his bones, and then his organs fail.

His time is running out.

Yiyi's long eyelashes hung low, trembling slightly, inexplicably endearing. The little girl's performance was really sensible, she didn't deliberately ask where she went, she didn't ask herself to stay, she understood that she had a reason to leave, and there was something she needed to do.

The pure and unmixed eyes just stared affectionately, and the tears soaked the eyes and did not fall.

……

The dormitories are empty, and they may be admiring the snow somewhere on campus.

Zhu Beichen packed his bags alone, and suddenly found that his luggage was really small, except for a down jacket he was wearing, the space in the wardrobe did not occupy half of the space.

It was still the worn-out little backpack, three or two changes of clothes, and the rubbings of the ancient scroll wrapped in waste newspapers, as well as the second half of the "Yin Fu Sutra" left by the Taoist priest.

Running in a hurry, Zhu Beichen really couldn't imagine that the scene at that time would be so terrible, it was a kind of fear that flowed from the depths of his heart, deep and straight into the blood.

It wasn't until Ouyang Ying appeared at the corner of the stairs that he found out.

It turned out that her coldness was an eerie and dead cold. For many days afterward, she was not seen again, and he was not sure if she was still alive.

Holding a small note, Han Qingxin's phone was dialed in front of the telephone in my supermarket.

"It's me, I want to go south, can you come with me."

He knew that with his own ability, he could not travel. The simple reason is that she has no money, and she can help herself.

The voice on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and it kept his heart hanging.

"See you at the train station tomorrow at 5 a.m." After a long time, the voice came.

A blind beep sounded.

He knew that this woman was not simple, and the person who was tracked down by Han Qingxin in the barren mountains was not settled. The scenes experienced are not so real, so whether Han Qingxin is real, maybe the one who tracked the fake that night may not be the real Han Qingxin. These misplaced assumptions really hurt my head.

He wasn't sure the woman was credible, but he really didn't have a choice.

The snow outside the window began to sway again, and the lazy sunshine temperature made people drowsy.

The snow scene at the right time carries the beautiful factors of the world, and I don't know what awaits me.