Chapter 184

The snow is falling more and more, the mountains and fields have become a silver white, the cold wind blows on people, like a knife cutting.

In this weather, there are few pedestrians outside, and old Liu, the tomb keeper, got into bed early.

At this time, suddenly a dark shadow disappeared at the door.

Old Liu hurried out of the bed, put on a coat and went to the door. As soon as he opened the door, a cold wind wrapped in snow blew in. Old Liu shuddered and decisively dismissed the idea of going out to have a look.

I must have been dazzled. How could someone come to this place in such a bad weather?

As soon as old man Liu's door was closed, the dark shadow came out from the dark. As soon as he jumped over the high wall, he fell gently on the other side of the wall.

Then, the dark shadow went up a steep slope and came to a tombstone.

The night is already very deep, because it snowed, the sky is not dark, but some bright.

Through the weak light, we can see that the tomb wall is very unique. It is not the dead look that we usually see, but it is made into the shape of a rose with ulterior motives. A picture of a young girl is inlaid in the middle of the stamen.

Xiao YuYan's mouth is slightly raised in the photo. His big black eyes are full of smiles and his face is full of happy smiles. No one can believe that such a vibrant girl even lies in the cold underground.

Lin Yuhang stood silently in front of the tombstone and gazed at the girl in the picture for a long time without moving for a while.

Snowflakes rustle and fall, soon, he became a snowman.

I don't know how long it took Lin Yuhang to rub his frozen hand and slowly take out an envelope from his arms.

He opened the envelope, took out some photos from it, and put them gently in front of the tombstone: "Yuyan, this is your thing, I will give it back to you."

These photos were found in Xiao YuYan's album yesterday. Looking at himself in the photo, Lin Yuhang unconsciously smiled bitterly.

God knows how he suffered that night.

However, it's still unknown whether he can come back alive when he thinks of going out for a long journey. In order not to delay his beloved girl, he used a lot of perseverance to restrain the instinctive impulse in his body.

Later, he got up and took a cold shower in the bathroom.

But how could he not think that Xiao Yuyan was so naughty, not only peeping at his bath, but also taking this kind of pictures.

At the thought of that picture, Lin felt his heart touched slightly.

Had he known this, he shouldn't have resisted so hard.

In that way, they will at least have a real wedding night. Even if their beloved girl is gone, they have had it after all, so they won't leave any regrets.

However, it's no longer meaningful to say that all of these things, his beloved girl has left forever, and he has no chance to have her again.

Lin suddenly felt his throat itchy. He put out his hand to cover his mouth, and then he coughed like a sea of mountains.

When the cough subsided, he slowly spread out his hand and found that there was a touch of startling red in the palm.

He bent down, grabbed a handful of snow and wiped his hands. Then he took a lighter out of his pocket and puffed the pictures.

The red flame soon burned several photos to ashes.

It's said that burning things in front of the tomb is like sending parcels to express companies. The burnt things will soon appear beside the dead relatives.

Although Lin Yuhang doesn't believe in such evils, at this moment, he hopes so much that such a statement is true.

Xiao Yuyan is too alone there alone. Let his photo accompany her first.

Later, he sat down with his back against the tombstone, looked up at the white sky, sighed and said: "Yuyan, are you lonely here alone? I'll stay with you a little longer tonight... "

A burst of Qi and blood surged, and Lin Yuhang hurriedly reached for his hand and held his heart, and then he put down the billowing Qi and blood pressure.

He raised his hand and stroked the tombstone. Looking at the picture of Xiao Yuyan, he murmured, "Yuyan, I'm sleepy. Go to sleep first."

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Xiao Yuyan left Xiao Qianshui's home and went back to the hotel in the snow. Halfway there, she suddenly changed her mind.

She is going back to Qiao Yu's house the next day. Should she go and say goodbye to her parents?

Because it's snowy and it's hard to hit the car, Xiao Yuyan stood on the side of the road and waited for a while, then stopped a car and went straight to Nanshan cemetery.

After the snow, the graveyard was even more gloomy. Xiao Yuyan went up the steps, and soon came to the two outer tombstones.

She stamped the snow on her feet, looked up at the tombstone, and was stunned.

During the day, she clearly remembered that the tombstone of her parents was right here. Why are there two photos of strangers on the tombstone now?She turned around in a hurry, but because of the snow, there was a vast expanse of white around her, and she could see nothing clearly.

I can't help it. I have to find it slowly.

Xiao Yuyan went back to the middle aisle and began to search in rows. When she got to the back row, she couldn't help but stop.

How does it smell like burning paper?

Xiao Yuyan took a few steps back, turned to the deepest place of Weiyuan, and found a person lying on the white snow.

The man sat still, didn't he say Suicide?

The thought flashed in Xiao YuYan's mind and hurriedly walked forward to check it step by step.

The man sat on the ground with his back against the tombstone, his head askew on one side, and a layer of snow fell on his eyelashes and nose. He looked like a Santa Claus grandfather.

Xiao Yuyan bent down slightly and reached out to explore the man's breath. Fortunately, people are still alive.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, the man who had not moved suddenly reached out and pulled her across.

"Yuyan, don't leave me."

Xiao YuYan's body suddenly froze, and then found that this Santa Claus grandfather was Lin Yuhang.

"Lin Yuhang, you let go --"

the other side didn't respond, just held her tightly with her arm.

Xiao Yuyan felt that she was like falling into a big stove. She raised her hand and touched his forehead, but she was instantly retracted.

"Lin Yuhang, wake up."

Lin didn't respond, just instinctively hugged her.

Xiao YuYan's heart sank rapidly.

This fool, sleeping in the snow in this weather, even if not frozen to death, may also burn to death. Look at the heat of his whole body, at least 40 degrees.

However, he deserves to die. He has nothing to do with himself.

Xiao Yuyan sighed, broke away from Lin Yuhang's arms, stood up and walked away.

She walked very fast, as if she would change her mind for fear of slowing down.

As the snow grew, Xiao Yuyan wrapped up her cotton padded jacket and rushed down the steep slope to the bottom lawn.

Seeing that she was about to walk to the door, Xiao Yuyan suddenly stopped again.

That guy has a high fever. He's already in a coma. If she leaves now, he'll probably really freeze to death.

What to do? Save or not?