He Youfan has always been unable to figure it out, when did she and Chenyao first meet?

Was it the snow seventeen years ago, or three months later, when he opened the door?

Whether it was the snow, or the moment he opened the door, the beginning was always her beginning, and she was the only one who went from strange to liked, and then from heart to love.

In the end, from deep love to discouragement, and now hate.

If she could have been ruthless at the beginning, how good would it be to die to herself and to Chenyu......

He Youfan caught a snow rabbit and roasted it, at least to replenish some body. The clothes on her body were soaked in water with her before, and it can be said that the appearance is unsightly, and it is comparable to that of a beggar. Even if Yan Yiyun, Lin Xuancheng and He Youfan pass by, they may not necessarily guess that this is He Youfan.

The snowflakes fell on He Youfan's body and faded away.

He Youfan's lips were already purple, but he couldn't feel any cold temperature on his body.

Yes, it's not that she's not afraid of the cold, it's that she can't feel it.

He Youfan's skinny hands could no longer see the delicate traces, and if the sleeves slipped down a little further, he could even see some new injuries that were still recovering. She put her hand on the hidden wooden door, and with a gentle force, the wooden door was slowly pushed open with a long "creak" sound.

This used to be a farmhouse. Outside the house, there was only a broken fence around it, and the land around the house was abandoned for a long time, and the grass grew stubbornly. This house seems to have not been opened for a long time, and the moment He Youfan pushed it open, he couldn't bear to be choked by the dust floating inside, and coughed a few times.

This is just a cough, and when it is coughed, it seems endless. He Youfan held the wooden door with one hand, stabilized his body, and climbed uncomfortably in front of his throat with the other hand, every cough seemed to pull his heart and lungs and hurt into the bone marrow.

He Youfan couldn't help but reddened his eyes, and a strand of broken hair fell to the side of his face, and He Youfan watched with his own eyes that the strand of black hair quickly degenerated into the same color as snow.

She tugged at the corners of her mouth, squatted uncomfortably by the door, and looked feebly at the pale sky.

It still seems to be the same as it used to be. Seventeen years ago, she carried the morning tow on her back and walked for so long. He appears to be small, but his weight is not light. It's her, how old is she...... How many times, because her body was overdrawn, she fell into the snow, not caring about the blood that was rubbed by the stones, but trembling and repeating over and over again: "Don't die...... You must not die ......."

Occasionally he would be awake, and he would struggle to get off her back, but the struggle would not work, and he would rub the wound on his hand against her lips and motionfor her to drink the body.

He Youfan ignored it every time, which was equivalent to a blow to Chiguoguo's self-esteem as a man.

He would say, "If you dare to die......

He Youfan didn't wait for him to finish, he chuckled, but he was still panting: "I don't dare to die, how can I die." ”

Chenyu seemed to have just relaxed, but her hand grabbed her clothes, her voice was weak, but she gritted her teeth a little: "You said it." ”

At that time, she would smile and nod, "I said it." ”

He Youfan handed him over to a simple elderly couple, who he said would wait for her in March. But who knew at that time that He Youfan's departure was equivalent to drawing a deep dividing line on the road between the two and gradually moving away. Trying to run in, it is covered with bruises.

In the corner of the hut there were a few hunting tools, and after seventeen years nothing had changed.

There was a large bed, made of bricks, and a plank of wood covered with the fur of a wild beast. This used to ...... It's a place where the morning breeze passes. This was once the couple's home.

Now the old couple is gone......

He Youfan put his hand on the fluff of the bed, his body trembled slightly, his throat was sweet, and he coughed again, she didn't even have time to cover her mouth, and a pool of blood had splashed onto the bed. He Youfan was stunned, and then laughed.

This is the word of retribution...... If yes, much better. She has always been an ominous body, her cunzii killed her mother, her cunzii killed the rain, her cunzài even killed the kind old man who had nothing to do with her, and killed her own child.

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The title is weak, and every time the title is like a joke......