After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Two days later, the first heavy snow of years ago came to Nancheng.

Before going to bed at night, through the glass window, you can see the scattered snowflakes outside, as big as fluff, against the street lights in the community, which are very arbitrary.

Lu Yao read a book for a while and leaned on the head of the bed. When she was about to rest, she suddenly saw the picture. She couldn't help shouting, so she opened the quilt and got out of bed.

When she opened the glass door of the balcony of the room, a cold air rushed in. She looked up and breathed a hot air out of her mouth.

The shoulder suddenly felt a burst of warmth. Looking back, his pajama coat had been put on his body. Lu Yao looked at the man behind him, leaned his head into his chest, and his voice was buzzing. "Did the snow in Nancheng fall very early this year?"

Or unconsciously, time has passed quickly recently?

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

"Another week." In a trance, she tightened her tight clothes and suddenly remembered 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 always engraved in her mind, but on the one hand, she was really busy, on the other hand, she seemed to be deliberately avoiding something. She stayed until January passed and didn't go to the cemetery.

After one night's precipitation, all parts of Nancheng are covered with heavy snow. Except for the roads deliberately cleaned, the sight around is white.

This scene continues until Lincheng. The snow along the way is getting thicker and thicker. When the north wind blows, the snow accumulated on the trees will fall in succession, like another new snow.

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

She parked her car outside the cemetery and took out a handful of flowers from the back seat before getting off.

As she walked along the Boulevard towards Mu Shan's tombstone, there was a rustling wind. She was still shivering with cold, wrapped in a heavy scarf and mask.

Close to the mountains in the suburbs, it is more lonely than the urban area. When Lu Yao walked all the way, her heart suddenly rose and lifted up many unprecedented sadness. This heavy emotion suddenly pressed on her heart, and her eyes slowly lifted up fog.

Standing in front of Mu Shan's tombstone, Lu Yao squatted down and brushed off the snow bit by bit with leather gloves. The beautiful woman in the photo appeared in front of her again.

At this time, when I looked carefully, I felt that her eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Mu Ming.

Beautiful Danfeng eyes and naturally slightly upturned corners of the mouth give people the illusion of intimacy.

Lu yaodun was there, reached out and pulled the mask under his chin, gently sniffed, "aunt Mu Shan, it's me..."

As soon as she spoke, she suddenly choked her throat and looked up for a long time before she could bear the dense moisture in the bottom of 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. He said your name before he died... "

In the bleak cold wind, all Lu Yao's nagging words were blown away, and even she didn't hear them very clearly. She didn't stay long, but simply expressed her father's wishes and pulled on her mask again.

When he got up, he put his hands into his pockets, 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, her steps retreated and turned back along the original road. During this period, she couldn't help breathing out a long breath, like a heavy heart fell to the ground.

Pines and cypresses were planted around the cemetery and on both sides of the boulevard leading to the gate. Even in the deep winter, everywhere is lush, which is a rare vitality in this repressed space.

On her way back, Lu Yao felt much more relaxed. She kept looking up. The pine and cypress leaves were covered with snow, and the picture was very beautiful.

Because he didn't want to be attached to others, he didn't pay attention to the eyes suddenly projected by the man who just passed him.

Mu Ming held his mother's favorite flower and rushed to the tombstone. After seeing the bunch of lilies that returned water, he immediately calmed down.

When he just wiped his shoulders on the roadside, he hesitated, but Lu Yao was wrapped too thick. Only the exposed eyes were very similar. After he reacted, 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 when he saw his mother's carefully cleaned tombstone, there was a kind of Qi and blood rushing up the tianlinggai from the bottom of Mu Ming's heart. He hardly hesitated and turned and ran towards the exit.

Lu Yao got on the bus, took off her hat and mask, and was about to start the engine when a tall man jumped out of the cemetery gate. Panting, he stopped the front of the car, put one hand on the front cover and knocked twice.

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

Although she hesitated, she untied her seat belt, opened the door, went down, and stood by the door looking at the man.

Or confrontation.

Because there was no protection, the white cheeks were soon red and painful by the howling cold wind. She put her hands into her pockets and slightly shrunk her neck. Her eyes were half narrowed unconsciously because of the strong wind.

The voice was dry and shouted for a long time, "Mu Ming... What's up?"

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

The man was wearing a heavy black down jacket with the zipper open. Inside was a light gray sweater, which looked much more frost resistant than Lu Yao. But at this time, his cheeks and nose were also red and kept steaming out.

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

Two people across the front of the car, Mu Ming looked at the visitor, suddenly hooked his lips, "I called you."

Lu Yao was a little stunned. Immediately his face returned to half serious, and he no longer covered up his emotions. "I think there's nothing to talk about between us."

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

After a long time, Mu Ming stood in front of the office window and thought hard all morning. Finally, he found a barely appropriate reason. After dialing the number, there was a reminder voice that could not be connected at all. He smiled bitterly in his heart for a while, and then the bitter smile spread to the corners of his mouth.

"Don't get me wrong. I have nothing to do with you." She paused, suddenly looked in the direction of the entrance of the cemetery, deliberately explained, and then made a mockery of herself, "my father died, too. You should already know the news? It's a pity that he didn't die in your hands, did he? "

The meaning of these words made Mu Ming's throat roll up and down twice, and his eyes were dry.

Some words tried to say, but he opened his mouth slightly and didn't say it.

Finally, he just endured his eyes, followed the mechanical location twice, stepped back, and said faintly before leaving, "thank you for coming to see her, but I don't think it's necessary in the future."

He turned around and went in the direction of the cemetery. After bypassing the front of the car, he suddenly turned back and his eyes lit up. "If you believe it, you might as well check the intercepted information."

Then he left without looking back.

Lu Yao stood by the door of the car and hesitated to follow the figure that was not far away. Until along the long and straight road, the figure completely disappeared, leaving only an empty path in front of her.

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