Jiang Qian died on the winter solstice of that year.

In the back garden of the Lu family's old house.

Close to the woods.

It was snowing heavily that day, and everyone didn't expect Jiang Qian to go out on a snowy day, and it was early in the morning.

She was wearing a white dress, in such a cold weather, she was already in poor health, but she didn't even wear a coat, and when everyone rescued her from the snow, her body had frozen into a stiff purple, and her face and body were covered with thick snow.

Seventeen went crazy and picked her up like crazy and ran out, but before she could reach the hospital, she was already breathing.

When the paramedics lifted her to the emergency bed, she still held the white medicine bottle firmly in her hand.

More than forty mandalas, ten times the lethal dose, and there is no way to return to heaven.

Lu Zhenting received the news and fainted directly, it was Li Yao and Bai Yuan who sent her on her last ride.

Li Yao blamed himself very much, crying and blaming himself for not being optimistic about Jiang Qian, Bai Yuan comforted him, this is not a good thing, because no one has ever told Jiang Qian, Lu Qingshi's tombstone is in the forest in the back garden of the Lu family, the white skirt on Qianqian's body, Bai Yuan has seen her wear it many times before, at that time she stood beside Lu Qingshi with milk tea, the white skirt fluttered, beautiful like a fairy who entered the world. www.

And now that she is wearing the old skirt and dying in the closest place to Lu Qingshi, Bai Yuan thought, maybe this is the fate in the dark, God is reluctant to let the lover separate, or maybe after eating the mandala, she saw Qingshi as she wished, and she chose to go with him desperately.

Bai Yuan didn't know if there was also a heavy snow like last night in Jiang Qian's dream, she looked at the girl lying on the hospital bed, there was no trace of anger, she didn't know whether to cry and scold her, or try to smile and send her the last blessings.

The cold wind poured in through the window lattice, and the sky outside the window was a gloomy gray.

And in her vision, which was gradually blurred by tears, she seemed to see a picture - 818

The beautiful girl was wearing a white dress, folding several fragrant plums in the garden, and when she heard the footsteps behind her, when she turned around, she saw Lu Qingshi's tall and handsome figure standing behind her.

She threw away the plum in her hand and threw herself into his arms with a smile.

The moonlight was gentle, they hugged each other quietly, Lu Qingshi lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his slender big hand covered the top of her hair, Bai Yuan couldn't hear what they were saying, only saw Lu Qingshi's dark and deep eyes were doting smiles.

And the girl who has always cried and cried, she was full of joy, when she looked at Lu Qingshi, the eyes that were always full of tears were only smiling, she stood on tiptoe, hooked his neck, kissed his clear chin, and smiled between her beautiful eyebrows.

The smile was warm and sweet, the black eyes were bent into crescents, Bai Yuan cried and thought at the same time, she really had never seen her smile so happily.

If she died, she could stay with the person she loved for a long time, how good it would be, how much she hoped that the shallow was really as she wished to find the Qing time, in a place other than their earthly world, there would be no disaster, no more difficulties, lovers could love each other until they were old, I hope God can have more mercy on this child who has suffered all his life, she has not been able to get happiness when she is alive, she has not been able to be with the person she loves, she is dead, please God let her realize her dream once......

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On the sand and on the poultry pond, the clouds break through the moon and the flowers make shadows.

The heavy curtains cover the lights, the wind is uncertain, and the people are quiet.

Tomorrow sunset red should be full of paths.

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On the banks of the river, the current is fast.

The midday sun pierced through the clouds and shone on this impoverished mountain village, reflecting the scorching summer sun.

The sound of cicadas, the sound of flowing water, and the scent of grass and earth in the breeze are in my ears......

The chaotic consciousness continued to rise and fall in the endless darkness, Jiang Qian felt that she had a long, long dream, in the dream was her long and difficult life, the light and shadow gradually changed, those loved, hated, entangled pictures seemed to be far away from her, as if separated by another world, but it was so clear, so clear that she could clearly remember the color of every flower in that world, everyone's smiling face, even the clothes she wore, and what she ate every day.

And those people and things in the past, injuries and pains, pass by in her residual consciousness every day, especially when she is anxious and scared, there is always a pair of warm and slender hands in her memory, gently holding her in her arms, the breath of his arms is clear and clean, it is so familiar, and it is so warm, giving her a sense of security, but once she opens her eyes to see more clearly, there is only boundless darkness left around her.

She could no longer see the person she wanted to see.

Everywhere you look, it's cold.

She stretched out her hand, but she couldn't touch anything.

The body seemed to be in a quiet and void realm, she didn't know where she was, except for the darkness around her, there was only darkness, she couldn't feel the sun, she couldn't feel the passage of time, and she didn't know how many years had passed.

After getting used to such a boring and lengthy feeling, she simply didn't think about anything, and when she was tired and sleepy, she let her eyes close, imagining herself as a speck of dust in the darkness of the universe, not knowing how long she would sleep or where she would float.

Until, she felt as if the sun was shining in her eyes.

In my ears, the sound of running water, birds, and cicadas gradually became clear from far and near.

Jiang woke up from his slumber violently.

As far as the eye could see, there was a green covering the sky, ancient trees rising from the sky, trees everywhere, and she found herself lying on a fallen tree trunk, perhaps for a long time, and the moss had spread to the hem of her skirt.

She looked around, it was like a valley, she didn't know why she slept here, she slowly stood up against the trunk of the tree, and then she found that the skirt on her body seemed to be very small, and the style of the skirt was very old, and the bow around her waist was torn, like it was for a country child.

Jiang Qian didn't understand, and then stretched out her moss-covered hand, and was surprised to find that her hand was also very small, and the back of her hand was chubby, not much bigger than Lu Zhiling's hand.

There was a pause in her head.

Behind him was the sound of rushing water.

When she turned around, she saw a man lying in the bushes by the bank of the river not far away.

Blood dripped from the leaves of the bush.

Meandering to the ground, flowing, staining the sand and gravel of the shore red.

Jiang Qian's eyelids jumped.

Because of such a picture, it seems familiar.

The blood in her body was surging sharply, she couldn't believe it, her steps seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, she stared at the white clothes hidden by the bushes, and approached step by step.

She didn't think about anything.

I don't dare to think about it.