The night is so quiet!

It's so cold!

The willow trees with all leaves were hung with furry and shiny silver bars; the pine and cypress trees on both sides of the road were filled with fluffy and heavy snowballs. A gust of wind blew, and the branches swayed gently, and the silver bars and snowballs fell down,

The jade-like snow foam flutters in the wind.

People standing in the snow have no intention of appreciating!

The snow falls silently, slowly, gently, and flutteringly. It looks like a rootless reed. It drifts without roots and lives alone, with only one season of brilliance, but it is exchanged for a lifetime of ice silence.

Xiaomi stood in the snow, wearing thin clothes, and reached out to catch the falling snow foam. She felt that even the flawless snowflakes were sad.

In fact, the saddest snow is not the heartbreak of the fine snow, nor the collapse of the heavy snow, nor the helplessness of the melting of the ice and snow, but the snow has stopped, the wind is still there, the sky is gray, dark, hazy, and human hope is also at this moment.

It's gone.

Xiaomi smiled bitterly, laughing at her stupidity, laughing at her infatuation, what's this? There is no sadness or joy in this snow, and I feel that these snowflakes are also sad!

For a long time, she stood in front of the door of the Cheng family villa, as if it was a century, recalling the beauty of six years ago and the pain of one year ago... Everything seemed to have happened in this yard, but now she dare not take any further.

Suddenly a cold wind blew, and heavy snow fell from the sky again. This year's snow came early and fiercely.

She was already wearing thin clothes, and her little body was trembling. Slowly, there were snowflakes everywhere on her head, falling and not melting, gradually piled up...

She didn't know what she was standing here to look at, nor did she know what to take if she took, nor did she know what she should say or ask when facing him?

On a quiet snowy night, the vast ground, the dim lights beside the road, Xiaomi stood alone at the door, her small figure was pulled long, and she looked so thin, depressed and so adorable!

In the bedroom, Cheng Mohan's heart was in pain, tossing and turning, and he felt that Xiaomi was right next to him, so close that he could even hear Xiaomi's heartbeat and smell Xiaomi's breath.

Suddenly he got up irritably, without turning on the lights, and stood in front of the window. It turned out that it had snowed, and it seemed that the snow this year was a bit premature!

He looked at the snowflakes that had already floated outside the window, and dense snowflakes fell rapidly to the ground in the dark sky, and countless lonely lines were drifting in the air, rotating and dancing with the wind, like snow balls falling from the sky, filling the sky for a moment.

Suddenly, his eyes focused on a small figure in front of the door, his heart shrank violently, almost suffocating. Although the little man had been covered with snowflakes and became a slender snowman, unable to see his appearance, he knew that person was the woman she was thinking about.

Turning around and rushing downstairs at the speed of light, he had been sick and weak for a month, and he didn't even have the strength to hold a bowl. At this moment, he could actually run so fast, so fast...

Just as Cheng Mohan was about to step out of the living room door, he suddenly stopped and collapsed...

He can't, really can't. If he rushed out now, everything he did will be in vain. He can't!

At this moment, he cried, cried sadly, hammered the ground with hatred, and looked at his beloved woman, standing in the snow so stupidly and becoming a "snowman". He wanted to rush out, hold her, hug each other tightly, and never let go.

Cheng Mohan's movement woke up the people in the room. Long Youran came out wearing pajamas. She had already slept lightly, but now she was worried that Cheng Mohan's condition would slept even lightly.

She heard the sound and wanted to go to Cheng Mohan's room to see it, but when she walked in the corridor, she suddenly saw a black shadow sitting on the ground in front of the living room door, which scared her to scream.

When she was about to turn on the lights, Cheng Mohan suddenly said, "Mom, it's me, don't turn on the lights!" She was afraid that Xiaomi would find out, and even more afraid that Xiaomi would not go out if she knew that he was sitting in front of the door and watching her sadly.

Long Youran exclaimed and hurried downstairs, her face pale in fear. She didn't know why Cheng Mohan sat at the door in the middle of the night.

"Ahan...what's wrong with you? Why are you sitting in front of the door?" Long Youran said as he reached out to pull him.

Cheng Mohan said lightly: "Mom, I'm fine, you... whisper!"

"What's wrong? Why are you sitting here?"

Cheng Mohan did not answer her, and looked at the small figure outside through the crack of the door without blinking, for fear that he would take a fewer glances after blinking.

Long Youran looked along his gaze, covered his mouth in surprise, looked at the "little snowman" in front of his house, and was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

"She...is she Xiaomi?" It took her a long time to find her voice.

"Mom, go and give her a piece of clothing and advise her to go!"

"But... she is here to find you, otherwise you can go out and explain it to her?" Long Youran said with a sob. It was not that she was cruel to send her off, but that she knew that Xiaomi was also stubborn and she couldn't persuade her to leave.

"I...I can't go, I really can't go...I'm afraid I will not be able to control myself, I'm afraid I will not be able to leave her, I'm afraid I will be selfish and refuse to let go..."

"Mom, I beg you, go, she just gave birth to a baby, she was in poor health and was still afraid of the cold. I don't know how long she has been standing there..." Cheng Mohan choked and begged, tilting his head and pulling Long Youran's trousers, looking even more pitiful than the beggar on the roadside.

Long Youran looked at him begging, and then looked at Xiaomi, who had become a "snowman" in front of the door, covering her face and crying. She didn't know why these two people offended God and why they tortured them like this?

"Get up quickly, the ground is cold. I'll go and send her clothes, I'll go now!"

Long Youran reached out to help him, but he stopped him. He waved his hand and said, "Mom, don't worry about me, let me take a look at her more!"

Long Youran had no choice but to let him go, then turned around and went to Cheng Yuhan's room to search through the cabinet to find the thickest down jacket.

"Mom, what are you looking for?" Cheng Yuhan, who was awakened, asked in confusion.

"Find a dress!"

"What are you looking for clothes in the middle of the night?"

"It's not your business, keep going!" As she said that, she went out with her down jacket.

When she arrived at the living room, she prepared a big water warmer bag, took her clothes, looked at Cheng Mohan sitting on the ground, wiped away her tears, and opened the door that could not see Cheng Mohan from Xiaomi's sight.

Xiaomi stood in the snow with a shaky look at the suddenly opened door, her eyes widened instantly, and she felt that her heartbeat stopped at this moment.

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