After checking the equipment and putting it on carefully, Lu Jiming held the rope and slowly went down.

He didn't see the cold gaze in Lu Mingyuan's eyes as he watched him fall a little bit.

Soon he disappeared from Lu Mingyuan's sight.

Only the anchor points and taut ropes remain.

Indeed, as Lu Mingyuan said, the location of the snow lotus was a little tricky, and Lu Jiming tried several times, but he didn't get it.

Lu Mingyuan approached the cliff, looked at the rope engraved with Lu Jiming's name on the ground, and stretched out his hand to gently stroke the name on it.

It was at this moment that Lu Jiming's cheerful voice came-

"Mingyuan, I picked it!"

"It's really beautiful, I'll give it to you when I come up, believe me, you must be today's champion!"

Lu Mingyuan was not infected by the joy in his tone, on the contrary, his eyes seemed to be quenched with ice.

Lu Mingyuan said slowly: "You really hate it......"

"Why do you always have to be so generous and selfless after stealing everything?"

"You know, the more you are like this, the more incompetent and pitiful I become!"

There was no movement under the cliff for a long time, and Lu Jiming was probably also shocked by his sudden outburst, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Lu Mingyuan didn't care, he took a deep breath, his eyes swelled up a little red, as if he wanted to relieve something, and said, "Tell you a secret......"

"When I was eight years old, my mother drowned while drunk."

He let out a chuckle, "Actually, I was there at the time. ”

The night he ran away from home in a bad mood.

No one knew that his mother had come out to find him.

He was hiding in a dark alley by the river, watching her run drunkenly and shouting his name.

At that time, he hated to death this depraved woman who brought him endless pain and humiliation, so he just gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

No matter how much she screams, she can't come out.

She was already drunk, and she didn't notice it, so she fell into the river.

He heard the sound of falling water and opened his eyes suddenly.

His mother was struggling in the river.

Lu Mingyuan's eyes widened, and he was about to run out to call for help, but when he walked to the entrance of the alley, there seemed to be a mysterious force that stopped him from moving forward-

"Oh, that. Son of the Son. ”

“…… His mom did that, it's disgusting, don't play with him. ”

"Teacher, I don't want to sit at the same table with him, he's so dirty......"

……

The ridicule and humiliation that I have received since I was a child invariably spread into my brain at this moment.

At the same time, a deep voice that he didn't know where it came from slowly lured him—

"Why save her?"

"She brought all this pain, and when she died, you wouldn't be subjected to these ridicules."

"Your birth is her choice, then her death is up to you......"

……

The delicate-faced boy looked at the struggling figure in front of him with dark eyes, and a line of tears rolled down his eyes.

But his steps were slowly receding.

Then retreat into the dark shadows of the alley.

He covered his ears, closed his eyes, and crouched at the end of the alley......

After telling all this, he didn't have any sad emotions, but exhaled softly.

Now, if you don't do it, you have to do it.

He told all the secrets that were pressed in his heart and cut off his own back road.

He finally said, "...... Brother, actually, I told you all this to tell you. ”

Suddenly, the wind began to blow, and the cold wrapped in snow rushed towards you.

"You've been wrong all along."

"I'm not your brother, just an emotionless snake."

Lu Jiming's voice came to his ears with the wind: "Mingyuan ......"

Just two words, but it stimulated him crazy: "I don't want to be the Lu Mingyuan who is suppressed by you everywhere!" ”

Looking at the rope on the ground, he no longer had the hesitation just now, picked up the sharp knife he had prepared early in the morning, and cut it to the rope engraved with the three words of Lu Jiming-

The tight rope instantly loosened, and it was dragged downward and fell by the force below......

"Plop" -

A muffled sound slammed into the snow, like the sound of a mother falling into the water.

The dust settled.

Lu Mingyuan finally relieved his strength, knelt on the ground, and said softly in a choked voice: "Brother, I'm sorry." ”

"What I owe you, I'll pay back in the next life."

Lu Jiming couldn't hear it.

He collapsed in the snow, and the back of his head continued to ooze bright red warm blood, the most thrilling color in the ice and snow.

Ji Ming, Ji Ming.

It means that the clouds dissipate and the sun comes out.

This name was given to him by Bai Suping, and it is the best sustenance for him......

His bright and clear eyes were still open, reflecting the sun hanging high in the sky.

It's just that there is no more gentle and kind smile in it.

Some are just dead gray......

An excellent and humble boy, a kind and gentle boy, and a boy who hasn't told his sweetheart his love yet......

After all, it withered in the snow.

Bai Suping, who has always been gentle and elegant, fainted directly after hearing the news, and when she woke up, she was like a walking corpse.

Lu Zhengcheng also aged a lot overnight.

Lu Mingyuan took on a big role at this time, showing a mature side: taking care of and comforting Bai Suping, and burying Lu Jiming ......

And Lu Zhengcheng was also looking at him with a quiet gaze at this time.

Looking at this son he had never looked at.

He is also his only remaining son.

A month after Lu Jiming's death, he finally called Lu Mingyuan into the study.

That day, no one knew what he talked about with Lu Mingyuan.

It wasn't until late in the evening that Lu Mingyuan retreated.

He went back to his room and remembered what his father had just asked—

"From today onwards, your name will be Lu Jiming."

"You're my only son."

He walked to the mirror and looked at this face that was somewhat similar to Lu Jiming.

Smile.

Smile like he does.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't do anything.

At that moment, as if he had remembered something, he took out a photo from a drawer.

Lu Jiming took his shoulders and stood in front of the snowy mountain, smiling brightly.

The photo was taken that day.

For some reason, he kept it.

Lu Mingyuan took the photo, imitated the smile of the person in the photo, and pulled the corners of his mouth.

With the demonstration, this time, he did a great job.

looked at Lu Mingyuan, who was smiling brightly and sunny, in the mirror.

No, it should be called Lu Jiming.

He smiled with satisfaction.

Brother, thank you for being willing to help me in the end.

He smiled, then tore the photo in his hand to shreds.