My 26-year-old Pretty CEO

Yao Qingxue was buried in peace. There were people standing on both sides of the cemetery. People still didn't want to leave for a long time. Students and teachers came to the memorial ceremony one after another to lay a wreath. The reporters who heard the news also spontaneously organized to go to the memorial ceremony to see Yao Qingxue off.

Murong qinger and Yao Qingxue are classmates. When they get the news, they rush over. She is also standing in the crowd. At this time, Murong qinger is dressed in black with black sunglasses on her face. She can't see any change in her expression. But if you look carefully, you will find her pretty face is full of tears.

She has been paying attention to whether Chen Nan will come. Later, she found Chen Nan's shadow in the crowd. Chen Nan, wearing sunglasses, has been standing there looking at the cemetery since he came. He didn't come forward to pay a memorial ceremony, just like a wood sculpture standing there all the time.

Later, Murong qinger and some of her classmates went to the memorial ceremony, but when they looked back, Chen Nan's shadow disappeared. Looking into the distance, they finally found his rickety and lonely back in the far end of the crowd. He was lonely and didn't know where to go.

Chennan came to Qilong town rural primary school, which is located in the mountains. Yao Qingxue once taught here. This primary school is surrounded by low houses, which are not matched by the brick wall of the primary school, the two high teaching buildings in the campus, the wide playground, the brand-new basketball stand and the smooth football field.

Entering the campus, chennan sees a statue facing the gate. It's the image of a pure female teacher. You don't need to introduce chennan. It's the statue of Yao Qingxue.

"Clear snow Chen Nan's voice was choked. He walked two steps to the statue and put out his big hand to gently rub the statue's face, her hair and her fragrant shoulder. With the touch, his hand trembled more and more.

The sky was gray and the snow fell, but many students gathered around a gray haired old teacher to listen to the teacher tell the story of Yao Qingxue.

The teacher pointed to the tall teaching building and said, "this is the classroom where you study. It used to be a low bungalow with no shelter in summer and no wind in winter. In addition, a wall collapsed and killed several students. Because of the bad conditions and low treatment, no one wanted to teach here. It was teacher Yao Qingxue who came here to teach us. Later, although she was away from school Yes, but we've built a teaching building for us. We've invited teachers with college degrees to give you lessons. "

After that, the classroom pointed to the football field and basketball court, "you should remember that everything you have today is given by teacher Yao, and she even gave up her young life for it..."

The teacher's words were impassioned, and the classroom was filled with sad music:

when we met, it was difficult to say goodbye,

the east wind was powerless, and all the flowers were gone

when the spring silkworm died, tears began to dry when the wax torch was ashes

ah! It was difficult to see each other

ah! It was also difficult to say goodbye

when the wax torch was ashes, tears began to dry

Several children came out of the classroom to the playground, saluted the half flag hanging on the playground, then lowered the half flag and began to collect the flag.

Hu Chen said, "do you know a child's uncle? Why are you standing here? "

Chen Nan stroked Yao Qingxue's hair, looked up at the sky, but could not say a word.

The child blinks black big eyes to look at Chen Nan, "uncle, how did you cry?"

Chen Nan looks up to the sky speechless, after a long time quietly out of the campus, snowflakes fall on him, his back is full of loneliness, but also with Xiaoxiao chill.

Qilong town middle school.

When Chen Nan enters the campus, he also sees the tall wall, the wide playground, the brand-new buildings and school buildings. In front of the flower bed facing the gate, there is also a pure statue of Yao Qingxue in white.

There are also many teachers and students on campus, facing the heavy snow, telling the story of Yao Qingxue and the short and extraordinary life of this prostitute.

Chennan stands in front of the sculpture for a long time, until the school begins to drive people out, his lonely figure gradually disappears in the night.

Yinan county is the only bar in the county. Because tomorrow is the end of the new year, there is no one in the bar. There is only one young man with messy hair, bloodshot eyes and snow covered body who is drinking. It is not accurate to say that he is drinking because he is drinking.

It's snowing heavily outside. The snowflakes fall on the ground, and the snow will soon be thick enough. People are talking about it, but it hasn't snowed so much in Yinan County for decades. More people guess is snow girl turned into snow? Clear snow, clear snow, is not flawless snow?

It's cold outside and the temperature in the bar is very low. The snowflakes on the young people melt away for a long time and turn into snowy water, which makes the young people look wet.

"We're closing up, sir." The waiter and boss came to the young man and said carefully.

young man did not see him, still drinking in big mouth, and in front of him there were nine Baijiu bottles, and he was drunk and misty, but still did not stop.

In this case, the boss looked a little scared and had to stand aside and wait in silence.

In the twinkling of an eye, another two hours passed. It was past midnight, and a new day arrived. It was Chinese New Year's Eve. The young man was still drinking, and he was even more drunk. His eyes were covered with blood, and he could hardly open them."Sir, it's the Spring Festival. It's time for me to go home for the Spring Festival. Do you think it's time for you to go back and have a rest?" The boss and waiter came again.

Chen Nan throws a pile of money on the table and shakes to the door with a wine bottle.

"Here's your change, sir!" The waiter called, but the young man didn't seem to hear it. He went into the heavy snow.

The waiter shook his head. "It turned out to be a psycho. He gave me so much money. It's nearly new year's day. I'll make a profit at last!"

Chen Nan is walking in the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The snow keeps falling, and it accumulates layer after layer on him. He looks like a snowman.

He was really drunk, and the alcohol flowed into his blood. His nerves, blood and even his heart were numb. Now he was an ordinary man, drunk ordinary man. He wanted to sleep to death and never wake up.

"Clear snow Chen Nan called a, faltered a few steps, suddenly fell in the snow. The cold wind howled, the snow continued to fall, covering him, quickly accumulated a thick layer, gradually buried him, only the raised traces in the snow can see that there is a person buried here, a drunk who died in the past, a drunkard who is about to freeze to death.

Occasionally, people pass by, but they always go around. No one cares about a drunkard, and the snow is piling up on him.

A slim figure with long hair and shawl came out of the dark night. Occasionally, the light from the window shone on her face, which showed that she was a woman with goose egg face, beautiful skin and beautiful appearance.