Her Heartless Evil Man

Fortunately, it's all ice, but there's a little snow on it, so it's easier to focus on your feet.

Calm down, I finally arrived.

Under the top of the ice cliff, it is even more white. Under the sunshine, my eyes are burning. I still haven't adapted to the boundless white atmosphere.

Looking at a steep slope ahead, I should have fallen from here. There must be some secrets there.

This steep slope is much more convenient than the hundred foot high ice cliff. I finally reached the top of the slope.

But there is still only snow in my sight. Except that snow is ice, people are surrounded by ice. I carefully examined everything in front of me. Why is it flat more than ten meters away? I walked quickly. It is really flat. This is the only flat place around. Although it is also covered with ice and snow, But the flatness of this large area itself is strange.

Yes, it's weird.

I always felt that there was something else here besides ice and snow, but I stepped on it and explored it with a chisel. There was really only ice and snow.

Sigh gently, maybe you are suspicious. Even Qingyang can't find anything, let alone me.

Sit down and look at everything in front of you. Green is far away and snow is near. It's so beautiful.

Supporting my arms, holding my cheeks, I thought quietly. I was wondering why I fell from here. It's really unreasonable, because I couldn't climb so high in the past.

But if I want to break my head, I still can't think of it.

My head hurts again. I gently weigh my forehead with my hand. I have been back to the mountains for a few days. At this moment, it seems to be the most comfortable to sit here and watch the endless snow. Just, I still miss my baby.

Sigh and sit for a while. I really don't want to leave without anything.

He grabbed a handful of snow, held it tightly, threw it away from a distance, and then watched the snow slowly fall to the ice cliff. Suddenly, there was a feeling of pain, as if the one who fell was himself.

In a trance in my mind is the snow shaking in front of me.

It's another snowball, and then it's thrown far away.

The shadow in my mind seems to be real. I meditate and think that I don't want to give up such an opportunity. If I miss it, I still don't know who I am.

But no, the shadow only paused for a moment and then went again. It's unbearable for me to play hide and seek. Why can't I catch those memories back?

I stood up and shouted "ah......" towards the boundless snow

This voice brings endless echoes, sprinting around me, so loud and clear.

Baby, if you're still here, you must hear your mother's call.

Another roar, as if to vent endless thoughts in the snow mountain.

But no one answered me, only my shadow fell on the snow alone in the sunset.

Chasing the shadow, on this flat ice platform, as if the shadow were my baby.

Accidentally, the soles of my feet slipped and I fell down, so I lay on the snow, eh! Why is there a rattle lying there quietly in the snow.

I'm surprised to pick it up. Is this rattle my baby?

Accidentally, the soles of my feet slipped and I fell down, so I lay on the snow, eh! Why is there a rattle lying there quietly in the snow.

I'm surprised to pick it up. Is this rattle my baby?

I reached for the rattle, but I couldn't pick it up no matter how hard I tried. It turned out that half of the rattle was embedded in ice and snow.

Gently shook it, but it still lay firmly in the transparent ice.

Pick up a small chisel and chisel the ice around the rattle bit by bit. I slowly, for fear of damaging it.

The sound of chiseling echoed in the mountains, shaking the snow. The sound of sliding quietly seemed to hum a song. It was a lullaby, a song I sang to my baby.

How can there be a rattle on such a remote and lonely mountain? I don't know how long it has been in the ice. What is embedded in the ice is still new, but what is exposed outside has been stained with wind and frost, and the bright red color has faded.

Five years. It's been here for five years. It must be.

I think, my heart is a little excited. I just want to stick it in my arms and feel its existence, that is, I feel the existence of my baby.

Finally, the ice loosened, and I happily pulled the rattle, a trance, and it really stuck on my chest.

I looked at it and looked at it carefully, as if I were looking at my baby. There seemed to be a small character on the round periphery. I stretched out my head and looked carefully. It was a Xu character. Xu, is this the name of my baby?

I was in the snow and ice of the mountain, loudly Calling: "Xu...".

But only endless echoes accompany it to disappear slowly and quietly.

I took the rattle and searched for clues inch by inch on the ice cliff. There must be some. There must be news of my baby here. I have a hunch that my baby seems to be nearby.

Knocking on the ice and sweeping the snow, but after I tossed for a long time, I didn't have any clues anymore.

Sighing, the sunset, shining on the snow and ice, also reflects the strange beauty of the snow mountain.

The weather is getting colder and colder. I know that the night wind in the snow mountain is colder and more rampant, but I just don't want to go down the mountain. It seems that my baby will appear here at the moment I go down the mountain.

I don't want to go down the mountain. I don't want to miss the moment when I met my baby.

I found a shelter from the wind. I sat on the ice and snow and shrunk into a ball, but I still looked at everything in front of me with hope.

The night came and the wind blew. Although there was no snow, the light snow in the mountains was gently lifted and fell on my face. It was cool and cold, which made my heart sink involuntarily. My baby, can't my mother really find you?

Except for the wind and the sound of snow falling, there are no other sounds around. Is it my wrong feeling? Is there really no one here?

So where did the rattle come from? Why does it lie in the ice.

In a trance, I smelled the aroma of plum. The plum fragrance makes people want to be drunk, but it's still summer at the foot of the mountain. It's still green and flowers bloom, and plum blossoms only bloom in the snow. Where does the plum fragrance come from? Is this my illusion?

The more I feel wrong, the more I deeply smell the fragrance. It's true. It's the fragrance of plum flowers.

But in front of me, there is no shadow of plum blossom except ice and snow.

I dream again, just as I always dream that my baby is flying a kite in the wind. He ran fast and ran happily. He must be happy. I thought and smiled. I couldn't see my smile, but I knew I was still happy because I felt the existence of my baby.

Hope, there must be hope. I'll always find him.

All night, I was accompanied by ice and snow on the mountain. When my body was cold, I moved and jumped, so that I wouldn't lose consciousness.

I don't want to go. I just want to wait here for my baby to appear. I believe I can wait for him.

It was a cold night. From darkness to the first glow, I ushered in the first morning of the snow mountain. Some feelings hit my heart. It seemed that I had lived on the snow mountain before. Have I ever lived? Why can't I remember anything.

Roaring again, trying to roar out my baby, fox Jun, is that you? You hide my baby, but my voice is still ignored, or submerged in boundless silence.

Stand up blankly, walk on the ice cliff step by step, and try to remember what you want to remember, but no, your mind is still dark.

Kicking the snow under my feet, I hope I can see something under the snow, some, there will be some.

I seriously searched again in the sun and thought of my mother. She was worried about yunqi'er and her style. That's why I miss my baby. I'm yunqi'er. I must be.

Under the ice cliff, someone shouted, "yun'er, are you up there?"

I heard it. It was turdan's voice. He said that if he handled some things, he would come to me on the snow mountain.

At this moment, he really came.

I don't want to answer, because I really think of myself as yunqi'er, and if I am yunqi'er, I don't want to pay attention to him, because he is not worth it.

I'm still looking at the ice and the sound bit by bit. I just don't hear it.

"Yun'er, you are far away. I clearly heard your roar. Yun'er, what's the matter with you?"

I am silent, but some tears fall unexpectedly.

"Yun'er, I'm going up. Please wait for me."

After that, I heard the sound of climbing the wall and chiseling. It turned out that turdan came prepared.

I really want to say to him, "please don't come up. I can't see my baby. It's all because of you. I hate you."

But tears surged, so that I couldn't speak. I didn't shout out in the end. I heard soft footsteps. At this moment, he was behind me.

"Yun'er." he called softly, and then he stretched his arm. He slowly wrapped around my waist.

Some warmth, as well as the perspiration of just climbing the mountain.

I pulled his hands. "Please let go."

He really let go, but it made me feel lost for a moment.

"Yun'er, what are you looking for on the top of the mountain?" he looked at the rattle I put next to him, and he picked it up in his hand. "Whose is this?"

Tears are pouring again. I want to say that this is my baby, but I still didn't say it. If I were yunqi'er, I would punish him so that he can't see his own child.

Just because he abandoned me and my baby.