The snow was howling, as if it was about to destroy everything in the world. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The snowfall that had been very lively a day ago seemed to have lost all its vitality today, and the streets were empty and silent, without a single pedestrian.

In fact, it's right to think about it, no person in his right mind will run out to suffer in this kind of weather.

Although the charcoal brazier was burning, it still couldn't withstand the biting cold.

The cold wind poured in through the leaky windows, blowing people's faces painfully.

Lao Zhangtou couldn't help shivering with cold, so he had to get up and add an old cotton jacket to his body, but he still felt cold, and he couldn't help cursing this ghost weather in his mouth.

Today didn't seem to be a good day, it was snowing heavily, and the old man closed the door of the shop early. The little grandson who helped him take care of the shop also went back, so Lao Zhangtou found a jar of soju by himself and sat by the brazier to pour himself a drink.

This kind of weather is not suitable for business at all, but Lao Zhangtou's business has nothing to do with the weather, because he sells coffins.

No one likes to sell coffins. In fact, even Lao Zhangtou himself doesn't like his shop very much, maybe in the eyes of others, the coffin is too unlucky. Because of this, Lao Zhangtou didn't know how much he was looked at and discriminated against.

It's just that people seem to ignore the simplest truth, or the most basic fact, that it is not because there is a coffin shop in this world that someone dies, on the contrary, it is precisely because of the dead that there is a coffin shop.

As long as man lives, he will surely die. Therefore, although the coffin shop in this world has always been very annoying, it has always existed after so many years.

The coffin shop will never go out of business, because people always have to die.

It seems that there will be no customers today, in fact, Lao Zhangtou's shop has no customers even in normal times. If it weren't for the death of someone in the family, who would have run to the coffin shop without any trouble.

It was getting late, the wind was blowing outside, and the snow was falling more violently.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a "bang", the door of the room had been blown open by the strong wind, and the goose feather-like snow flakes poured straight in from the outside.

The old man reluctantly got up and closed the door again, but when he looked up, he was startled because there was a person standing outside the door.

In such a cold and biting blizzard, he wore only a thin and old blue cloth robe.

Could it be that he didn't feel cold at all, or maybe his heart was already a little colder than the snow in the middle of winter.

The wind and snow became more and more violent, ruthlessly devastating, blowing on his body.

His thin body seemed so lonely, but he was always stubborn and stood motionless.

I don't know how long he's been standing here.

He was holding a woman in red in his arms. The girl was very young, as if she was in her early twenties, and she lay quietly in the man's arms, with a quiet and peaceful expression on her face, as if she had fallen asleep. But her face, which should have been youthful and beautiful, was completely a thick dead gray, and there was no trace of life at all.

It turned out that this person was holding a person who had been dead for a long time.

The man stood still outside in the snow, covered with snowflakes, and his hair, eyebrows, and collar were covered with a thick layer of ice.

His hands were already frozen stiff, but he still held the woman in his arms tightly, and his eyes were always fixed on the face of the woman in his arms.

He was like a zombie, standing quietly in the cold wind, letting the wind and snow blow on him.

There was not a trace of vitality in his body, as if his soul was no longer in his body.

Who is he?

With such heavy snowfall, why did he appear here alone?

Who was the woman he was holding in his arms?

What happened to him?

Although he is still alive, he is no different from a dead man?

Lao Zhangtou was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "...... first Sir, it's windy outside, come in quickly."

Hearing this, the man slowly raised his head, and Lao Zhangtou saw clearly that this was a young man.

His face was terribly pale, and his whole person didn't seem to have any spirit, and his euphemistic eyes looked downcast and confused.

He remained there for a long time before slowly walking in.

Lao Zhangtou hurriedly stepped aside and said tremblingly: "First ...... Sir, you ...... Is there anything wrong with you"?

The man seemed to be very tired, and his stiff hand slowly groped around his waist for a while before he found a silver bag, and without looking at it, he threw it all in front of Lao Zhangtou, his throat was hoarse, and he said astringently: "A coffin."

Lao Zhangtou was startled, and he didn't dare to pick up the silver bag on the ground, his legs trembled and trembled: "First ...... Sir, a coffin doesn't cost so much money."

The man continued, "For the rest of the money, you can help me rent a carriage." In addition, buy me some candles, paper money, and other sacrificial things."

Lao Zhangtou glanced at the heavy snow outside, and said reluctantly: "Sir, such a big snow, where can I rent a carriage for you?"

The man glanced at Lao Zhangtou lightly, but did not speak.

Lao Zhangtou immediately felt as if he was being targeted by a wild beast, and he was so frightened that he lay directly on the ground, his teeth chattered and said, "Little Lao'er, let's do it."

After he finished speaking, he crawled out and ran out, only to feel that compared to the blizzard outside, this person was more than ten times more terrifying. He just wanted to get as far away from this person as possible now.

Unexpectedly, the man said, "Also, you can buy me two pickaxes, shovels, and enough dry food and wine for two people to eat for ten days."

The old man ran out in a hurry, and in his hurry, he tripped over the threshold and fell, but he immediately got up again, and a smoke went away.

Seeing that Lao Zhangtou had gone far away, the man slowly walked to the brazier, sat down slowly, reached out and stroked the hair on the forehead of the woman in his arms, and after a while, he smiled and said, "Xiaoxi, didn't you keep saying that you want to go back to live, brother, I'll take you home."

Smiling and smiling, the tears in his shriveled eyes could no longer be held back, and they fell like a waterfall.

He is Yang Xiaofeng.