"What color is the most beautiful?"

"Red! as bloodstained, as red as deep, as deep as black, as purple, as sad!"

"What is bloodstained?"

"It's a sword!"

"Where's the sword?"

"Next to the gun. ”

"Guns?"

"Jiangshan gun!"

"What kind of gun is that?"

"The body of the gun engraved with the painting of the rivers and mountains, the tip of the gun against the snow and silver light, a shot is swung, there is snow, and there are rivers and mountains. ”

"Where's the gun?"

"The gun is in the painting. ”

"Painting?"

"A picture of a woman, with a sword on the left, a gun on the right, and she in the middle. ”

"Is she beautiful?"

"It's not beautiful. Ordinary women have the same eyebrows, the same eyes, the same nose, and the same lips! But no matter who they are, they can't put it down anymore if they only look at her. ”

"How could such an ordinary woman not be able to let go?"

Her eyes were as bright as stars, her face was as pale as paper, her brows were slightly suspicious, she was sick and sorrowful. Can you let go of such a woman?"

"Who is she—can't—who is she?"

"Sick woman - Zhu Sha'er!"

"It's her! No wonder! Where is the drawing?"

"Legend has it that it is at the end of the world, and it is also at the cape. ”

"The end of the world and the cape are all in the country!

"Definitely, because the country is picturesque!"

[a]

The snow covered the blue face of the sky, but it couldn't do Langma. Its sorrow is like a whimper, its whistling is like anger.

In the midst of this sound, on the mountainside, the boy walked in the snow. He was the only one walking in the snow, and it seemed that there were only two of them left in the world, a life. Only footprints were left behind him, and in front of him was the unclimbable peak.

Two people, one life!

In his arms, he was holding a man, a lifeless man.

A woman!

What kind of person is that?

She was dressed in the bride's wedding dress, which was the color of cinnabar, and she had the face of an ordinary woman, and her eyebrows were slightly suspicious, as if there was a wisp of pain and a trace of sadness. The corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, she was smiling, smiling so happily, but it was frozen and frozen in an instant, and the corners of her eyes were also laughing, smiling so badly.

The boy was also laughing, looking at her face, smiling at the corners of his eyes, smiling at his mouth, his eyes refusing to move the slightest, he could not see the snow, he could not hear the wind, he could not recognize the road to the peak.

His eyes burst into tears, and his mouth burst into blood.

His body was covered with snow, and his hair flew like snow, but it was not snow, but it was a young white head.

What made him white?