From teaching to superstar

Chapter 522 I Came To See You

The dawn in the snow area always comes so early, and when the sky is gray, Populus euphratica has already woken up.

Bright incandescent lamps drive away the darkness before dawn in the kitchen.

Hu Yang stood in front of the stove with a happy smile on his face, cooking his wife Song Wenxian's favorite meal.

For him at that time, one of the happiest moments was eating with her.

That means she's on her side.

Time passed as Populus euphratica flipped the shovel in his hand.

After about an hour, the dishes were finally cooked, including her favorite Kung Pao Chicken, Husband and wife lung slices, shredded fish-flavored pork and twice-cooked pork.
But in the past, he didn't want her to eat too much Kung Pao Chicken.

Compared with other dishes, this dish is too hot for Cantonese.

Of course, Tianfu dishes are all so spicy, which is not suitable for Cantonese tastes.

Populus euphratica rarely cooks for her.

But as long as she speaks, she will basically not refuse.

This time he made a large portion.

The only regret is that these ingredients are not very fresh, not the ones that have just been slaughtered, they are all brought back from Shiquan last time.

The weather is so cold, the part-time job is a natural refrigerator, and the ingredients are not bad at all.

It just lacks the taste of freshness.

Although with Populus euphratica's financial resources, it is entirely possible for people to send fresh ones over, even by air.

But he knew his wife Song Wenxian didn't like this extravagance, so he didn't do it.

All the dishes he cooked have been placed in the insulation box next to him.

If this kind of weather is not kept well, it will become cold and solidified in minutes, and it may even be frozen.

Especially the early winter weather in Ali in the snow area, it is very cold this year.

After tidying up briefly, Populus euphratica held an insulated box in his right hand, and a basket in his left hand, which contained some sacrificial candles and other things.

Looking up to the east, the sky has already revealed a white belly.

The sun is about to break through the earth
He exhaled heavily, and a white mist rose in front of his eyes.

Looking at Xixi affectionately, he said silently in his heart: "Wen Xian, I'm here to see you."

Then he left the school and walked towards the place where she slept.

The snow on the road is a bit thick.

Leaving clear and obvious footprints on the ground, he walked forward slowly and firmly.

After walking for about half an hour, the sun had already come out, and the early morning sunlight fell on his back.

I don't know if it's because I can't help being excited when I think about seeing her soon, which causes excessive adrenaline secretion and makes my whole body feel hot, or whether it's because the sun is falling on my body and it makes me feel warm.

Turning around a small col, the snow-covered mountain in front of her is her resting place.

Originally, there was a seasonal river at the bottom of the mountain, but the cold winter had already frozen it.

Hu Yang stood in front of the col and watched quietly, he didn't know what was in his mind, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The pace of walking again became easier.

Maybe he wanted her to know that he was happy, and just as happy without her.

Because when she held her hand tightly, it was not just an entrustment, but more of a worry, fearing that she would sink into sadness and not be able to get out.

It's not that she is narcissistic, but that she knows Hu Yang better than she knows herself, and knows how deeply he loves her.

Love him deeper than yourself.

The feet step on the snow, leaving only a line of lonely and affectionate footprints.

Populus euphratica stood in front of the raised tomb, the surrounding area was clean and tidy, and no animals came to spoil it.

Presumably the villagers deliberately avoided this area when they were grazing.

This is a simple way they want to thank Hu Yang and his wife.

Keep the thermal box and the basket containing the offerings nearby.

Squat down, roll up your sleeves and gently wipe off the white snow above.

Sweep away with your hands little by little.

During the whole process, Hu Yang just looked at her affectionately and didn't speak, not because he had nothing to say, but because he had too many things to say and didn't know where to start.

On the way here, he began to organize the language in his heart, what to say to her, where to start, there are really a lot of things he wants to say to her.

But when he really came to her, he found that a thousand words were not as good as simple company.

The snow on the grave disappeared little by little.

After Populus euphratica cleaned up the surrounding snow, he found that there were still many petals of Gesang flowers in the snow.

Looking at the petals that he had deliberately piled up beside him, Hu Yang revealed a sense of relief in his eyes.

These should have been given to her by the children.

No matter what the reason is, being able to put a bouquet of Gesang flowers on her grave intentionally proves that they are people who know how to be grateful and know what she has paid for it.

Populus euphratica lit some joss sticks and lit the ghost paper.

This is the custom of offering sacrifices to the descendants of the Han family, not the custom here in the snow area.

Although she chose to bury herself in the snowy area, Hu Yang did not follow the local sky burial or cremation methods, but chose to use the traditional Han family burial.

Burial, this funeral, because in the eyes of the locals in the snow area, only those who have done bad things in their lifetime use this burial, and the buried person will never be reincarnated.

But these had no effect on her.

The smoke from the joss stick quickly dissipated in the cold wind, as if to convey to her that her beloved husband was coming.

Open the insulation box, and a stream of hot mist accompanied by aroma rises.

"Wen Xian, I'm here to see you!" Hu Yang said softly looking at the picture of her smiling brightly on the tombstone.

With trembling lips, he took out the food from the insulated box.

It's not cold, it's because of excitement and longing.

She is the woman he loves most in his life, and she has long been integrated into his soul, and can no longer be separated.

Hu Yang's eye sockets also turned red instantly, he thought he could face her with a smile.

But now I realize that I miss her so much.

Stretching out a trembling hand, gently stroking her frozen smile.

His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to express his thoughts about her, but he couldn't make a sound.

"You said that men don't flick their tears easily, and they can't cry, but I just can't help it, isn't it very useless." Hu Yang said with a choked voice.

"But now I want to make you unhappy, I want you to say that I scolded me, I want to hear your voice." With a faint pleading.

When she was dying, Hu Yang cried, crying badly, hoping that she could hold on and not leave him.

Song Wenxian touched his face and said that she didn't like the way he cried, and if she cried again, she wouldn't talk to him. She hoped that her husband would be an upright man.

He's a man who bleeds but doesn't cry, and doesn't like crying like a bitch.

At that time Hu Yang turned his head and ran out, wiped away the tears on his face fiercely, and forced himself to return to the bed with an "ugly" smile.

Tell her that she will never cry again.

But every time I think of her and see her, I can't help but shed tears of missing her.

This was the only time Hu Yang disobeyed and didn't listen to her.

However, after a long time, I couldn't hear the familiar voice, only the unchanged face in the photo on the tombstone.

And looking deeply at his loving eyes.

Populus euphratica looked a little downcast.

"Wen Xian, this was your favorite dish in the past. I don't know if you still like it now. There are no leeks." He looked at her and said in a low voice.

She is allergic to leeks, but Populus euphratica likes leeks very much.

I didn't know it at the time, but I always wanted to share what I liked with her.

Every time she ate it with a smile, but very restrained.

Until one time, she ate too much and fell ill.

After sending her to the hospital in a state of anxiety, I found out that she was allergic to leeks, or was severely allergic.

After blaming herself, she also asked angrily why she didn't tell herself.

It's not because she hides from herself, but because she doesn't cherish her body.

Hu Yang clearly remembered that her lips were pale, lying on the hospital bed, she smiled and said to herself: "I love you, I want to love everything about you. I am allergic to leeks. I want to try to overcome it."

He was both distressed and moved.

But since then, Populus euphratica no longer eats leeks, and she is able to risk her life to overcome the allergen of leeks.

Why can't I give it up for her?
(End of this chapter)