On the outskirts of City C, the cemetery lies quietly in the valley of Heifeng Mountain.

The weather was still cold, thick and heavy clouds piled up in the sky, the drizzle was as fine as dust, white floating in the air, and when the wind blew, those fine dust rain and fog suddenly drifted out, and suddenly gathered in clumps.

The branches on the side of the path were wet with rain mist, and the drizzle could not even condense into drops, but could only soak the branches wet.

Between the leaves of the trees, between the mountains, between the rocks, the rain and mist are connected like a large gray net.

In this silent and barren gray net, a young and mysterious woman is walking in slowly, lonely.

She was dressed in black.

Outside the black cloak, she wore her ankle-length black cloak. Her hair was also wrapped in a black silk scarf.

She still didn't wear a raincoat or an umbrella, she slowly stepped on the path that was piled up with fallen leaves, which were thick and soft, damp and rainy, and stepped on it, making a popping sound with every step.

She walked through the path, familiarly, straight into the mountain, and came to the cemetery in the middle of the mountain.

In the cemetery, there are many steles.

It was silent, and there was no sound.

This is not the season for grave sweeping, and the characters after death are easily forgotten.

There are no cars and people, no lights and candles, only the silence and silence of death.

She walked towards a semicircular tomb.

On the tombstone, there is a large portrait of the deceased Yuan Yuanshan, whose deep eyes seem to be looking at her affectionately.

"Far Mountains...... I'm coming......"

She murmured, and her eyes immediately moistened.

She opened the placket of her cloak and took out a bouquet of precious yellow roses from her bosom.

She leaned down and took out the stump from a vial in front of the grave, and then set it aside, and she inserted the yellow rose into the bottle.

"Miss Leng Yue, you're here again!"

A voice startled her, and she looked up to see that it was the old man who was guarding the cemetery, staggering over with his back bent. The old man's wrinkled face was full of courteous smiles.

"How are you, old man!"

Leng Yue greeted him gently, and took out five hundred-yuan bills from the small bag and stuffed them into the old man's pocket.

"Is your rheumatism better?" she asked.

"Thanks to you, it's much better!"

The old man hurriedly bowed to her and thanked her.

"I've been following your instructions to clean this place. He smiled, thought for a while, and said enthusiastically: "And wow, the family of the tombstone came a few days ago." They saw the stump of the yellow rose and asked me who had sent it. And I, as you commanded, just said I didn't notice. ”

"Hmm......"

Leng Yue just sighed, she didn't say anything, and stood there pondering.

The rain was pouring down on her scarf, which was already soaking wet. After a long time, she looked up, and suddenly found the old man still standing beside her, and she waved her hand and said:

"Thank you, old man, go inside, don't get caught in the rain, I'll just stop." ”

The old man nodded obediently, and then said, "Okay, Miss Leng!" The old man turned around and staggered towards his sheltered hut.

Looking at the lonely back of the old man, Leng Yue thought dimly in her heart, this lonely old man will one day be with the people in this tomb, at that time, who will mourn him? She sighed softly, and from this, she thought of Tao Yuanming's words: There must be death, and it is not fate to die sooner.

She thought, thought, and for a while, she couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

For a long time, she found that she unconsciously took out the bouquet of yellow roses from the vial, and she tore off the petals of the yellow roses and scattered them on the ground...... And the finger was also punctured by the thorn of the yellow rose.

On the steps, on the railings, on the tombstones...... The dots are adorned with yellow petals stained with blood......

"Far Mountain! Far Mountain!"

She closed her eyes, and the scene of saying goodbye to him seemed to be right in front of her.

"We have agreed that we want to live and die together, and we want our souls to depend on each other, but where are you flying with your "soul"?"

Shaking her head, her eyes were hot and her tears were misty......

Bathed in the breeze and drizzle, she didn't know where she was.

She couldn't help but hold the stone tablet in front of the tomb with both hands: "Yuanshan! You don't keep your promise! You are cruel! It's been almost three years...... Where are you, to whom is your soul attached? Or, have you forgotten our agreement?"

She closed her eyes and whispered silently:

"Far Mountain, Far Mountain! I've somehow become what I am now, and I can't go back to home......"

She sighed, feeling a heartache in her heart, and an unspeakable misery caught her.

"I have done everything you told me before you died. I went to find the great sect master in the ancient temple, and then to Dr. Li. But Dr. Lee, he ...... When I went abroad, he just helped me get legal ID documents, and left the key to the house where I live now, and a car. ”

Her eyes widened, the tomb was speechless, the monument was speechless, and the surroundings were still quiet.

"According to the instructions of the Great Sect Master, I have been looking for your spiritual clone, but there is a vast sea of people, please help me!"

A tear fell.

"We don't have much time to get together, don't force me to jump into the sea anymore! When you are alive, we are all difficult to untie the shackles and break free from the cage, at this moment, you and I should always have the courage to catch our love, right?"

She stared at the tombstone for a long time...... Finally, she turned around and slowly disappeared into the rain and mist.

*

An hour later, she was in her small, misty, green room.

This house has only one bedroom and one living room, a kitchen and a bathroom.

When she came out of the bathroom, she had changed her outfit from head to toe.

She has changed from all black to all white, from an angel in black, to a fairy in white in fairy tales where the wind is fluttering and the rain is sluggish.

She subconsciously glanced at herself in the mirror, the face that had not been washed by the years, and then looked at the perpetual calendar, this was already another summer. Bored, she sat down on the wide windowsill. She clasped her hands on her knees and stared at the row of flower pots on the balcony.

Summer, who does summer belong to? She doesn't know! The sun after the rain doesn't bring the slightest warmth to her.

She rested her chin on her lap and began to ponder in a daze.

A pair of unknown birds flew out onto the balcony, chirping and jumping, up and down, left and right in circles.

"Is this a male bird and a female bird?" she asked herself.

A gust of wind blew, sending a chill down her spine, and she couldn't help but shiver.

Summer, how can it be so cold in summer?

She exhaled wearily, and let out a long sigh, "What will happen in the years to come?" she asked herself.

Looking for the distant mountains, she is emaciated...... And Li Min, she can't go back like this. She is now alone, alone.

A tear 'snapped' on the windowsill, and she tried it with her fingers. New tears welled up again, and she stepped down from the windowsill and tried the tear stains with a towel.

I can't hide here forever, in addition to going out to expand the scope of searching, as a writer of romance novels and a contracted writer, I still have to work and earn money to support myself. She turned on the computer and did not write directly, but went to QQ first. Because, every day, a different reader is added. After all, it's also a way to find distant mountains, isn't it?

A new netizen has been added, with the screen name 'Qingfeng'.

Seeing this name, Leng Yue was stunned for a moment, was it Qingfeng who came by ferry together a few days ago, Yuan Qingfeng?

She found her business card, glanced at it, and smiled involuntarily...... Okay, let's verify it and talk about it.

Leaf Frost 8:12:57

"Hello, thank you for your attention!" Leng Yue still uses the previous screen name 'Ye Shuang'.

Breeze 8:13:27

"Hello!"

The other party was silent for a few seconds.

"Frost leaves, autumn frost leaves are very red!, is this your real name?" he typed quickly.

Leaf Frost 8:14:03

The frost leaves are very red in autumn? That's what I said on the ferry! I remember it very clearly.

"The Internet is a virtual world, are you using your real name?" She asked rhetorically.

Breeze 8:14:15

"Yes!"

After a few seconds, he added: "If the eldest husband doesn't change his name, he doesn't change his surname, Qingfeng is my real name, Qingfeng, Yuan Qingfeng!"

Leaf Frost 8:14:56

Hehe, it's really him! Leng Yue couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

Thinking that he followed him every step of the way, worked as a driver and contacted the hotel, and accompanied him in the rain, and he left without saying hello, I was really a little sorry in my heart.

But you ...... Not the person I'm looking for. Because, in terms of age, it's not right. So, I can't get tangled with you. Today, it's an exception, even if I give you a favor, I'll talk to you a few words.

"Thank you for your honesty, and appreciate your bravery!" Leng Yue sent him a clapping expression.

Breeze 8:15:29

Seeing such sharp and humorous language and such a cute expression, Yuan Qingfeng couldn't help but smile.

"You haven't answered yet, 'Ye Shuang', is that your real name?" he asked stubbornly.

Leaf Cream 8:15:50

"Hehe, it's really breaking the casserole and asking the end! Does it matter if it's your real name?"

Breeze 8:16

"Of course it matters!" Qingfeng wrote jokingly: "After knowing who the surname is, there will be more opportunities to work for 'Her Majesty'!"

Leaf Frost 8:16:55

"For Her Majesty?"