As the year goes by, the weather becomes more and more strange, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a supernatural phenomenon. It was still a warm day of spring, but the snow fluttered again in this ancient city, lonely and annihilated the bleak bluestone slabs, and floated to the first blooming stamens to melt at the touch of a touch. The snow casts a romantic color on this old ancient city, dancing in the greenness of the city, and breaking the first love sinus in the distress of the goddess of love: under an oil-paper umbrella, talented and beautiful, poetic flow, red leaves flying......

Among the thousands of figures, Hu Tianxing did not care about the temperature that had risen, wrapped himself tightly in a windbreaker, kept avoiding the crowd, and walked forward, eager to leave this sad place immediately, for him: the sweeter the place, the more painful the memories.

Getting farther and farther away from the crowd, far enough that there was no little couple's fleshy love words to vibrate his eardrums, far enough that there was no corner that could cut his fragile nerves, Hu Tianxing sneered, and held all the grief back into his eyes. Heaven and earth are silent here, only the sound of the spring breeze blowing the snowflakes, which is strange. Sure enough, how could this faint voice shatter the shackles in his heart at this time? Tianxing took off his windbreaker and threw it aside, looking up at a desolate broken bridge, enduring loneliness alone in the wind and snow.

"Broken bridge? Hmph!" Tianxing sneered, "Are you hinting at me again?" The events one after another made his once so firm eyes become so haggard, and now he is really like this broken bridge, lonely in the world and no longer in love.

As soon as the thought of suicide came to him, Tianxing tightened his eyebrows and shook his head: "I'm going to die, but not now! That guy, I must ask why you did that kind of thing to me!" Tianxing gritted his teeth and stared at the house across the bridge, even his originally haggard eyes showed a little murderous intent because of this hint of anger, but he looked so helpless, too, after all, he was his teacher!

Tianxing glanced around, hesitated for a moment, and still planned to pick up the trench coat. The windbreaker happened to stick to a pillar and fell to the ground, and at the moment when Tianxing bent down to pick up the windbreaker, he suddenly noticed a few words on the pillar: "High voltage danger, forbidden to touch"? Tianxing showed a puzzled expression, and looked up along the pillar - there was not even a wire!

"I said! How can high-voltage electricity use such a half-tone telephone pole! Damn! Even you see that I am honest and want to bully me, right?" The successive disobedience made Hu Tianxing angry when he thought about it, and he couldn't help but kick on the telephone pole several times in a row, and scolded while kicking, "Come on! Electricity me? Aren't you 'high-voltage danger'? Aren't you 'forbidden to touch'?" After a few kicks in a row, Tianxing gradually stopped, panting incessantly, his originally white and tender face was flushed, and all the killing intent came up, put on a windbreaker and strode towards the broken bridge.

"High pressure and danger, I still have to touch it today!" Tianxing walked forward firmly, but he didn't notice it at all: the moment he walked on the broken bridge, the sky changed dramatically, and a thunder fell from the sky, straight into the sky, without even a sound!

Despite his incredible face, Tianxing still fell like this, falling into the abyss on his back, and the tears that had been accumulated for a long time finally flew out drop by drop to race against the heavy snow......

Seeing this scene, Tianxing, who was still full of consternation, suddenly smiled: "It turns out that this snow fell for me!" Tianxing slowly closed his eyes, the abyss was irretrievable, and in a blur, scenes from the past came to his eyes like movie films......