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After reading for a while, Lu Yao leaned on the head of the bed and was about to have a rest when she suddenly saw this picture. She could not help but exclaimed and lifted the quilt out of bed.

Open the glass door of the balcony of the room, a cold air suddenly pours in, she looks up, mouth a stream of hot air.

Shoulder suddenly felt a burst of warmth, turned back to the pajama jacket has been draped on the body, Lu Yao shallow and behind the man, head leaning into his chest, voice buzzing waxy, "this year's Nancheng snow is early?"

Or unconsciously, the recent time has passed quickly?

The man took her by the shoulder, gave her a deep kiss on the top of her head, and gave the answer, "it's not too early. It's a week before Chinese New Year."

"A week to go." In a trance, she tightened her tight clothes, and suddenly thought of her father, "tomorrow, I want to go somewhere."

The next morning, Lu Yao drove to Lincheng.

In fact, her father's instructions before her death were engraved in her mind, but on the one hand, she was really busy, on the other hand, she seemed to be trying to avoid something. She had been waiting until January, and she did not go to the cemetery.

After a night's precipitation, the city is covered with heavy snow everywhere. In addition to the roads that have been cleared deliberately, the sight around is white.

This scene continues to Lincheng, along the way the snow is getting thicker and thicker. As soon as the north wind blows, the accumulated snow on the tree branches will fall in a great deal, like another new snow.

It has been more than a year since she last came here. Relying on her memory, Lu Yao asked several local drivers along the way to find the exact location of the cemetery.

She parked the car outside the cemetery and picked up a bunch of flowers from the back seat before getting off.

Along the shady path to the direction of Mushan tombstone, there was a constant wind whistling. She was wrapped in a heavy scarf and mask, still shivering with cold all over her body.

The mountains near the suburbs are more desolate than those in the city. As Lu Yao walked along, she suddenly felt a lot of unprecedented sadness in her heart. This heavy emotion suddenly pressed on her heart, and her eyes slowly lifted into mist.

Standing in front of Mushan's tombstone, Lu Yao crouched down and brushed the snow off with leather gloves. The beautiful woman in the picture appeared again.

At this time, looking carefully at the past, she felt that there was a very similar place between her eyebrows and eyes and Mu Ming.

Beautiful Danfeng eyes, born slightly upwarped corners of the mouth, give people a sense of intimacy illusion.

Lu yaodun was there. She stretched out her hand and pulled the mask under her chin. She sniffed gently, "Auntie Mushan, it's me..."

As soon as she spoke, she suddenly choked her throat. She looked up for a long time before she could bear the moisture in her eyes. "My father asked me to visit you a year ago, and this year is also But now, like you, he can only be buried in the cemetery for a long time. Before he died, he said your name... "

In the rustling cold wind, Lu Yao's rambling words were all blown away, even she could not hear them so true. She did not stay too long, but simply expressed her father's wishes, and then pulled on her mask again.

After standing up, he put his hands in his pockets and bowed to the woman on the tombstone in a fully armed posture. "I will come to see you later and follow my father's will."

At the end of her speech, she stepped back, turned and walked back along the original road. During this period, she could not help but breathe out a long breath, as if a heavy mental matter had fallen to the ground.

All around the cemetery, even on both sides of the avenue leading to the gate, were planted with pines and cypresses. Even in the deep winter, everywhere is also a piece of lush, which is a rare vitality in this repressed space.

On the way back, Lu Yao was in a relaxed mood. She looked up all the time and saw that the leaves of pines and cypresses were covered with snow.

Because of no sentimental attachment to others, he did not pay attention to the man who just passed by, and suddenly cast his eyes.

Mu Ming holding his mother's favorite flowers, rushed to the tombstone, saw that bunch of water spirit after the lilies, the moment to ease God.

Just as he wiped his shoulder on the roadside, he was hesitant, but Lu Yao was wrapped up too thick. Only his eyes were very similar. After he reflected, he secretly mocked how he could have such a ridiculous idea and rejected everything from his heart.

He thought that Lu Yao should hate him.

So after seeing his mother's carefully cleaned tombstone, there was a kind of Qi and blood from the bottom of Mu Ming's heart straight up to tianlinggai. He hardly hesitated, turned and ran away in the direction of the exit.

Lu Yao gets on the bus, takes off his hat and mask, and is about to start the engine when he jumps out of the gate of the cemetery. Panting, he stopped the front of the car, put his hand on the front cover of the car and knocked twice.

Lu Yao was stunned for a moment and recognized the man.

Despite hesitation, she untied her seat belt, opened the door and went down. She stood by the door and looked at the man.Or confrontation.

Because there was no protection, the originally white cheek was soon flushed by the whistling cold wind, which caused pain. She put her hands in her pockets and shrunk her neck slightly, her eyes half narrowing unconsciously because of the strong wind.

His voice was dry, and he called out for a long time, "Mu Ming Can I help you? "

On such a quiet occasion as the cemetery, she maintained the most basic attitude.

The man is wearing a heavy black down jacket with the zipper open. Inside is a light gray sweater, which looks much more frost resistant than Lu Yao. However, his cheeks and nose are also red at this time, and they are constantly puffing out with heat.

There was a moment of silence, and the man breathed steadily.

Two people across the distance from the front of the car, Mu Ming looked straight at the visitor, suddenly hook lip, "I called you."

Lu Yao some tiny a Leng, immediately facial expression restore half minute serious, also no longer cover up what mood, "I think we have nothing to talk about."

So that day in Kyoto, she had put his contact information into the blacklist.

After a long period of time, Mu Ming stood in front of the office window, pondered for a whole morning, and finally found a barely appropriate reason. After dialing the number, he heard a warning voice that could not be connected at all. After that, he had a bitter smile in his heart, and then the bitter smile spread to the corners of his mouth.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm here. It has nothing to do with you." After a pause, she suddenly looked in the direction of the entrance to the cemetery. She explained it consciously and then hooked her lips with a rather self mockery, "my father has also passed away. You should have known about this news, too? It's a pity that he didn't die in your hands, did he? "

The meaning in this words, let Mu Ming's throat roll up and down two circles, eyes a burst of dry.

Some words restrained to say, but some opened their mouth slightly, still did not say.

Finally, he just held his eyes, followed the mechanical place for two times, then stepped back and spoke faintly before leaving, "thank you for coming to see her, but I don't think it's necessary in the future."

He turned and went to the direction of the cemetery. He turned around the front of the car and suddenly turned back. His eyes were bright. "If you believe it, you might as well check the intercepted information."

With that, he left without looking back.

Lu Yao stood by the door of the car. Her sight followed the figure that was not far away. She hesitated until along the straight road, the figure disappeared completely, leaving only an empty path in front of her.

She breathed out a long breath and felt empty in her heart. One hand unconsciously touched the mobile phone in her pocket.