"When it's daylight, I'll leave. After a thousand turns of thought, Huaxin felt that they were so deep in love, although they could not be sued, they also deserved a formal farewell.

He Guang Tongchen realized at this time that the most painful thing was not the karmic fire burning his heart, but his heart like ashes.

He knew she was determined to go.

This parting is indefinite.

His hand holding her sleeve slowly drooped down, and his eyes carefully swept over her inch by inch, as if he wanted to engrave her smile on his heart with a knife, so small that he didn't let go of a single hair.

Huaxin thought that she was just going through a calamity with the light, and she couldn't bear to trap him in this calamity, and after all the torture, she couldn't get through it.

He Guang Tongchen thought that Huaxin had really never had the slightest love for him, and those who belonged to him and her were just his unforgettable heart.

And these are just what they can't say, so I think they hide their lips and teeth.

"Since the world is going to be chaotic, then you have to take care of yourself. He Guang Tongchen smiled and broke her favorite red plum from the tree, put it in her hair, and smiled dotingly as always, "Next time, if you are reluctant to let him get into danger, I will exchange my life for you." ”

"In the past, you didn't stop for a lake, and now, don't get lost for a flower, the world is still very big, and you should have the world in mind. And I, like Qing Ge, am just a woman, passing by. I buried a hundred jars of plum blossom brew under the tree, and when I drank it, I forgot about it. ”

After that, the painting heart plucked the plum branch in the middle of the hair and threw it on the ground, turned around in a hurry, stepped on the plum branch under his feet and walked into the house, tears poured down and fell, and the bottom of his heart was colder than the snow under his feet.

He Guang Tongchen sat on the ground, leaned over to pick up the plum branch that she had stepped on, held it in the palm of her hand, and looked at it carefully.

Unconsciously, red tears fell on the plum branches, like red plums blooming.

This taciturn man has said too much today, and nothing he says will change the result.

He and she have struggled all their lives, but from beginning to end, they are missing.

In the end, there was only one left, the infatuation was still there, and the blood and tears were empty.

Huaxin sat in front of the couch, tucked the corner of the quilt for his sleeping son, and looked at the little guy carefully, without any sleep.

Why wait for dawn?

Because I still can't bear it in my heart, I want to stay longer.

Because I still want to see him more, even if I can only watch him from a distance, silently.

On the last cold winter night in Yaoling Village, she shrank by the window and counted the snowflakes all night.

Outside the window was a field of deep snow. It was as cold as the ice cellar in the abyss of Beichuan, and Guang Tongchen held the wine jar and drank it under the plum tree, pretending to be drunk, half-bent on his knees, and sleeping on the ice and snow.

Heavy snow fell on him, covering him in a thin layer.

The painting looked at him from a distance through the window, outlining his depressed eyebrows, closed eyes, slightly pursed lips, and long figure in his heart, over and over again, until the sky turned white.

Seeing that he was leaning against the plum tree and falling asleep, Huaxin blew lightly on him, and the wine jar fell from his hand, and he still did not wake up.

Only then did she kiss the sleeping Qing Chu on the forehead, gently pushed open the door, and walked silently to the courtyard, holding her breath for fear of waking someone up.

The thick winter snow condensed into ice on his body, freezing the last picture of the moment.

It was as if it was the coldest winter she had ever experienced, and her legs and feet were so stiff that she couldn't move a single step.