Yao Qingxue was buried in the ground, the cemetery was full of people on both sides, people were still reluctant to leave for a long time, students and teachers came forward to pay respects, lay wreaths, and those reporters who heard the news also spontaneously organized to come forward to pay tribute to Yao Qingxue's final send-off.

Murong Qing'er and Yao Qingxue are classmates, and they rushed over immediately after getting the news, and she was also standing in the crowd, at this time Murong Qing'er was dressed in black, with black sunglasses on her face, and she couldn't see any change in expression, but if you look closely, you will find that her delicate face is full of tears.

She has been paying attention to whether Chennan will come, and later found Chennan's shadow in the crowd, Chennan wearing sunglasses, has been standing there looking at the cemetery since he came, he did not come forward to pay respects, just like a wood carving clay sculpture has been standing there.

Later, Murong Qing'er and a few classmates also stepped forward to pay respects, but when they turned around, they didn't see Chennan's shadow, looked into the distance, and finally found his rickety and lonely back at the far end of the crowd, and he was lonely and didn't know where to go.

Chen Nan came to the rural primary school in Qilong Township, which is located in the mountains and where Yao Qingxue once taught. The elementary school is surrounded by low-slung houses, and what is not commensurate with the brick walls of the elementary school, and the two tall school buildings on the campus, the wide playground, the new basketball hoop and the flat football field.

Entering the campus, Chen Nan saw a statue facing the gate, this is the image of a pure female teacher, you can see without others introducing Chen Nan, this is the statue of Yao Qingxue.

"Qingxue!" Chen Nan's voice was a little choked, and he took two steps to the statue, stretched out his big hand and gently rubbed the statue's face, her hair, her fragrant shoulders, and his hands trembled more and more as he stroked it.

The sky was gray, and the palm-sized goose feather snow was falling, but there were still many students gathered around an old gray-haired teacher to listen to the teacher's story about Yao Qingxue.

The teacher pointed to the tall teaching building and said: "Right here, that is, the classroom where you study, used to be low bungalows, not sheltered from the rain in summer, not sheltered from the wind in winter, and once the wall collapsed and killed several students, because the conditions were bad, the treatment was low, no one was willing to come here to teach, it was Teacher Yao Qingxue who volunteered to come here to teach everyone, and then although she left, she built a teaching building for us, and invited teachers with university diplomas to teach you." ”

After speaking, the classroom pointed to the football field and basketball court, "You must remember that everything you have today was given by Teacher Yao, and she even gave her young life for it......"

The teacher's words were impassioned, and mournful music wafted in the classroom:

It's hard to say goodbye when you meet,

The east wind is powerless

The spring silkworm is dead to the end

The wax torch turned to ashes, tears began to dry, and tears began to dry

Ah, it's hard to meet

Oh, it's not hard

The wax torch turned to ashes and tears began to dry......

Several children walked out of the classroom to the playground, saluted the flags hanging at half-mast on the playground, and then lowered the flags at half-mast to begin to collect them.

A tiger-looking child came up to Chen Nan and said, "Uncle, do you know Teacher Yao? Why are you standing here?"

Chen Nan stroked Yao Qingxue's hair with his big hand, looked up at the sky, but couldn't say a word.

The child blinked at Chennan with big black eyes, "Uncle, why are you crying?"

Chen Nan looked up to the sky and was speechless, and walked out of the campus silently after a while, the snowflakes fell on him, and his back was lonely, but also with a chill.

Qilong Town Middle School.

When Chen Nan entered the campus, he also saw the tall wall, the wide playground, the brand-new building and school building, and the flower bed facing the gate was also a pure and immaculate statue of Yao Qingxue's white clothes.

There are also many teachers and students on campus, facing the heavy snow and telling the story of Yao Qingxue and the short and extraordinary life of this prostitute.

Chen Nan stood in front of the sculpture for a long time, until the school began to pick people up, and his lonely figure gradually disappeared into the night.

Yinan County, the only bar in the county, because tomorrow is the end of the year, there is no one in the bar, only a young man with messy hair, bloodshot eyes, and snowflakes on his body is drinking, and it is not accurate to say that he is drinking, because he is obviously drinking.

The snow outside was very large, and the palm-sized snowflakes fell on the ground, and the snow was soon thick enough to fill the foot, and people were talking about it, but Yinan County had not had such a big snow for decades. Some people even speculate that the snow girl turned into a snowflake? Isn't the snow and snow a white and flawless snowflake?

It was cold outside, and the temperature in the bar was also very low, and it took a long time for the snowflakes on the young man's body to melt away and turn into snow water, making the young man look wet.

"Sir, we're closing. The waiter and boss walked up to the young man and said cautiously.

The young man didn't look at him, he was still gulping down the wine, and there were already nine bottles of liquor in front of him, and he was drunk and staggering, but he still had no intention of stopping.

In this situation, the boss looked a little scared, so he had to stand aside and wait silently.

In the blink of an eye, two hours passed, it was past midnight, a new day came, it was already the Chinese New Year's Eve, the young man was still drinking, and he was even more drunk, his eyes were bloodshot, and it was almost difficult to open.

"Sir, it's the Spring Festival, and it's time for me to go home for the New Year, do you think it's time for you to go back and rest?"

Chennan threw out a wad of money and threw it on the table, carrying the wine bottle and shaking it and walking out the door.

"Sir, looking for your money!" the waiter shouted, but the young man did not seem to hear it, and walked into the snow by himself.

The waiter shook his head, "It turned out to be a psychopath, and he actually gave so much money, and he finally made a fortune when the Chinese New Year was approaching!"

Chen Nanshen walked in the snow with one shallow foot, and the goose feather snow kept falling, accumulating layer after layer on him, looking like a snowman.

He was indeed drunk, the alcohol flowed into his blood, his nerves, blood, and even his heart were numb, at this moment he was an ordinary person, an ordinary person who was drunk, he wanted to sleep to death and never wake up again.

"Clear snow!" Chen Nan shouted, staggered a few steps, and fell into the snow at once. The cold wind howled, and the goose feather snow continued to fall, covering him, and soon accumulated a thick layer, gradually burying him, and only the raised marks in the snow could tell that there was a person buried here, a drunkard who had drunk to death, and a drunkard who was about to freeze to death.

Occasionally, people passing by would bypass it, and no one cared about a drunkard, allowing the snow to accumulate more and more on him.

A slender figure with long hair and a shawl walked out of the night, and occasionally the light from the window shone on her face, showing that this was a woman with a goose-egg-shaped face, skin deceiving frost and snow, and a beautiful appearance.