When Yan Ze came over, he was sweating profusely, and he sat on the sofa with his butt slumped, panting hard.

"Why don't you take a taxi? Grandpa Yan won't deduct your pocket money again, right? Mo Qing quipped with a light smile.

Yan Ze exhaled deeply, then shook his head hesitantly, and only said, "It's snowing." ”

“…… Is it? I don't think I've seen snow in a long time, and I don't know how long this snow will last? ”

Mo Qing smiled lightly and drank the wine in front of him. I haven't drunk for a long time, and I'm still a little unaccustomed to it, the liquor enters my throat, it's cold and cold, and I scream all the internal organs.

A drunk relieves a thousand sorrows, but she doesn't worry, she's just bitter, very bitter, and has been bitter since she was eleven years old.

"I think it's going to be going to be going to be going down for a long time."

Mo Qingqian didn't speak, and changed the topic: "Grandpa Yan is okay?" The weather hasn't been very good lately. ”

"It's okay, it's arthritis again, he was still talking to me about you yesterday, and he always said that I wasn't as useful as you, and I didn't know that I thought you were his own granddaughter!" Yan Ze said jokingly.

The atmosphere was finally not so oppressive.

"Okay, while the snow hasn't fallen yet, take her back first, be careful, don't let grandpa see it, if she is punished, you will suffer."

Yan Ze carried Mo Qingran on his back, and turned his head to look at Mo Qingran again. The light in her eyes was extinguished again, and her eyes were even older and withered than before.

He never imagined that things would turn out like this. These days are like the night has evaporated from the world, he can't find him, and he doesn't know what he's thinking or doing. Since he came back, he has become more and more unable to see through him.

It's just that Mo Qingqian's eyes made him too sad, so he smiled brightly, two shallow dimples appeared on his face, and swore to her: "Qianqian, don't worry, I believe that Ah Ye will not give up on you." ”

Mo Qingqian didn't know, and she didn't dare to guess the idea of leaving the night, even if she still expected in her heart, he would choose her.

But in this world, there are a few things that really follow their wishes.

She was afraid, afraid that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and she would rather never have hope than be disappointed.

After Yan Ze left with Mo Qingran, the waiter came over and asked Mo Qingqian if he wanted to withdraw the unfinished drink. Mo Qing glanced at the fact that there was still more than half of the wine on the table, and shook his head: "It's all open, won't it be a waste if you don't drink it?" ”

When Yan Ziyu came, I saw such a scene - a thin little girl, nestled on the sofa, filling bottle after bottle of wine. It may not be appropriate to say that it is poured, but her movements are very elegant and indifferent, not to be drinking, but to taste some kind of gyokuro elixir.

The waiter on the side took advantage of her inattention to turn on the mobile phone camera and pressed the shutter, but forgot to turn off the flash, the bright light was extremely conspicuous in this dim and dark space, everyone was shocked, and they were watching her actions with bated breath. But she didn't know it, she was still immersed in her own world, drinking glass after glass.

It makes people wonder, is she really alive?

Yan Ziyu walked up to the waiter and stretched out his hand: "Mobile phone." ”

The waiter was taken aback, and respectfully presented the mobile phone with both hands: "Boss, I was wrong." ”

Yan Ziyu took the mobile phone, operated for a while, and didn't even give him a look: "The salary will be deducted by 200, and next time, you will leave directly." ”

He dispersed the crowd and walked straight to Mo Qingqian's side, his tall figure blocking all the light.

Mo Qingqian raised his head at this time, his face flushed, his eyes were blurred, and he was obviously a little drunk.

Yan Ziyu quietly glanced at the wine bottle on the table, and there was a rare smile on his face, which had been as cold as an iceberg: "How boring it is to drink alone." ”

Mo Qingqian's brain was a little confused under the swallowing of alcohol, and he held the wine glass and smiled: "Then are you here to accompany me?" ”

"Okay." Yan Ziyu sat opposite Mo Qingqian and replied without thinking.

In fact, it's the same with or without him. In Mo Qingqian's world, she is still the only one at this moment.

The shadow of the lamp flickered, illuminating her lonely shadow, which was dark.

After a long time, she heard Yan Ziyu's voice: "You seem to be very good at drinking." Affirmative tone.

On such a sad night, under the paralysis of alcohol, Mo Qingqian seemed to have indulged his heart a little.

"Remember what I said to you earlier?"

Remember, how can you not remember, that dim alley, that burning cigarette, that sad girl, such a bright smile. There were only a handful of conversations between her and him, how could he forget.

Mo Qing raised his head and took another sip of wine, his deep eyes were full of sad traces: "You said, I have never seen anyone who can really get rid of the addiction to these two things, and I am so easy, so you think I am very powerful, but do you know why I am so easy?" ”

The north wind outside the window was blowing, blowing open the slightly hidden window, and the cold wind like ice hit like this, stroking Mo Qing's shallow hair, and sending her voice that could not hide her loneliness and sadness into Yan Ziyu's ears.

"Because you're trying to escape from reality, but you have to come back to reality, you still have expectations in your hearts, you still have dependence, and you have the responsibility to pull you back to reality. But I didn't, I lived, but I was dead. ”

At that moment, his heart, which had been calm for many years, suddenly fluctuated with acidity. For a moment, he wanted to come forward and hug her, this girl who seemed to have been abandoned by the whole world. But he knew perfectly well that he didn't have the qualifications.

When Mo Qingqian left from the bar, although she refused to be accompanied by Yan Ziyu, Yan Ziyu still quietly hid not far from Mo Qingqian, and followed her silently. It's just that suddenly he saw a figure, a lonely back like Mo Qingqian, in the snow curtain, hazy and unreal. But a name subconsciously came to his mind - will leave the night.

It's him.

He was wearing a black coat and a black knitted hat on his head, and he followed behind Mo Qingqian, and he was very careful every step of the way, lest he disturb her.

So Yan Ziyu stood in place, unable to take a single step, only in the flying snow, watching them gradually move away.

When Mo Qingqian walked halfway, the snow was falling heavier and heavier, and they were fluttering, under the care of the street lamp, like a light dancing elf, comforting the accidentally injured hearts. This cloudy world is their stage. But Mo Qingqian believes that she is not the only audience who appreciates this peerless performance.

The world is so big, there are thousands of lives alive, and among these thousands of people, there will always be people like her. She wasn't very lucky, but she wasn't so unlucky, at least she had, albeit for a short time, but after all, it was already good for her, very complete. Don't dare to ask for more.

After blowing the cold wind all the way, Mo Qing's confused brain cleared up a little, looking at the flying snowflakes, she stretched out her hand, and the cold snowflakes fell on the palm of her hand, but they didn't melt for a while.

It was not until a tear fell on it that it melted.

Mo Qingqian also seemed to be startled by this sudden tear, she reached out and touched her moist eyes, and exhaled a long breath, Well, the wind is indeed a little strong today.

She likes to blow the wind, because the breeze that comes from the habit can blow away all the dust in her heart and can give her a rare relief. But now, even this bleak north wind can't blow away the sorrow in her heart.

Tomorrow is the day of the verdict, what will he choose? Is it to directly announce her death sentence and carry it out immediately? Or is it a deferred execution? Or acquittal?

This was the first time that Mo Qingqian felt that the night was so short, so short that before she could close her eyes, the sky would be bright.

This snow was indeed as Yan Ze said, it had been falling for a long time, all night. When Mo Qingqian went to Mo's house, the snow was still falling, but it was a little lighter, facing the cold wind, swaying at will, falling on the body cold, not as cold as imagined.

Maybe it's because the heart is colder.

Walking on the empty road, Mo Qingqian was in a trance, as if he had suddenly returned to July, the sun was like fire, and the cicadas were chirping endlessly. She walked on the road, her heart was full of mixed feelings, but the moment she saw him, she suddenly calmed down.

At that moment, there was nothing in her world, no separation, no bitterness, no figure of that girl. He just went out for four days, and when he came back, he wanted to tell her about his experience, see the scenery he photographed, and then said to her: Xiao Qingqing, after I marry you, let's go around the world together!

This time, she will not lower her head to dodge, she will hold his hand tightly, bloom the most beautiful smile, and say: Okay!

The snow fell heavily again, and disappeared from the snow that had accumulated a thick layer of snow. The road to the Mo family was still the same long, standing in front of the gate of the Mo family, Mo Qingqian still hesitated for a long time, until Mo Qingyi came over with an umbrella and blocked the snow all over for Mo Qingqian.

"Why don't you get an umbrella?" It was the first time he had asked her with such concern.

If it was in the past, Mo Qingqian would definitely be happy in her heart, but now that she is tired, she really doesn't have the strength.

She walked into Mo's house with Mo Qingyi's steps, and explained softly: "When I left, the snow was not very heavy. ”

Mo Qingyi sighed inaudibly, and even he didn't pay attention to it. It seems that he can't bear it too.

Although he didn't agree to be with Ye Li and Mo Qingqian, he had to admit that Mo Qing Qian liked Jiang Ye Li in his eyes, and even sometimes wondered, who else would like him so much besides Mo Qingqian? But who wants her to be like this.

Now another girl they don't know about suddenly appears, taking her place, although it's not his sister, but since it's someone he likes, it must not be far behind.

Such a result, although it is not what any of them expected, but fate is just a matter of blame to anyone.

When Jiang Ye left, he was covered with snow like Mo Qingqian, and the white snowflakes were stained in his hair, which suddenly made Mo Qingqian think of the locust flowers that had not fallen on his head for a long time.

Time, in the end, I still have come so far.

Jiang Yeli raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Qingqian, who was sitting quietly in the corner of the sofa, her hair was wet with the melting snowflakes, and he was about to open his mouth and let her wipe it with a towel.

"Grandpa Mo, Aunt Yashao."

His voice was hoarse that Mo Qingqian had never heard before.

Still unable to help it, she raised her head and looked at him quickly. I haven't seen him for three days, he is thin, haggard, and his dark circles are as heavy as a giant panda, but he doesn't look cute at all. This kind of him is too much different from the glamorous boy in his memory, too much.

He shouldn't be like this.