The invincible innocence of bottle evil

Wu Xie felt dizzy, and when he regained his composure, he found himself standing in the vast snow-capped mountains, in the snow-covered wilderness as quiet as heaven, this kind of tranquility fascinated him, he once dreamed that he was standing in Changbai Mountain The tranquility of the summit, but this is obviously not Changbai Mountain.

Everything in Qinling seems to be far away from him, without intrigues, intrigues and tricks, in the vast snow-capped mountains to purify the hostility in the body and wash away the filth in the soul.

Wu Xie didn't panic at all, he didn't even feel the cold.Poker-Face was sitting beside him in the snow, fiddling with an old-fashioned radio in his hand. Wu Xie couldn't hear it, not even the sizzle of FM. Poker-Face obviously didn't know how to The type of talking to himself, so Wu Xie just looked at him quietly.

The old-fashioned radio obviously didn't broadcast anything good, because Wu Xie rarely saw a trace of unnoticed expression on Poker-Face's face. It was a kind of contempt for the enemy when he was joking. He couldn't explain why he felt this way, but he quickly caught the small change on Poker Bottle's face, and then returned to his usual expression - no expression.

This time, Poker Fing was not wearing his signature blue hoodie, but a blue Tibetan robe. He stared into the distance, as if he could see far, far away. Wu Xie followed his gaze, There seemed to be a faint light in the distance.

In the dark sky, heavy snow fell, and the snow fell bigger and bigger. On the other side of the sky, the weak light in the distance was still reflected by the white snow, forming a dark blue halo between the snow-capped mountains.

Poker Bottle continued to twist the knob of the radio. Perhaps there was ethereal music coming from the old-fashioned box. He listened and patted his backpack, with a firm look in his eyes. In the heavy snow, he was like a god. Same, but absolutely lonely.

Wu Xie's eyes followed the movement of Poker Bottle and stopped on the backpack. The zipper on the old-fashioned backpack was broken, revealing a corner of the contents, which turned out to be a Tibetan wooden urn.

Wu Xie was taken aback, Poker-Face exudes a feeling of being just companionship but unable to share any happiness or pain.The person in the urn must be a partner who has accompanied Poker-Face for many years.The reason why they are not friends is also Wu Xie's intuition.

She reached out her hand to take him into her arms, to tell him that I was there, to comfort this man who had always been as strong as a god, but her hand accidentally passed through his shoulder.

Putting down his hands numbly, Wu Xie could only look at Boyouping, and watched this person walking on the ridge of the snow peak, and the Wanli Snow Mountain unfolded under this person's feet like a python, shuttling through the white snow, quiet, peaceful, and serene.

The snow was a little smaller, and a majestic mountain range in the distance was completely white, blending with the gray sky. Wu Xie watched Poker Bottle go farther and farther, and wanted to catch up. He had disappeared into the white snow, as if Never existed the same.

A person, no longer dare to ask extravagantly, even if it is just companionship.

Wu Xie's chest twitched violently and his heart felt as if a knife was twisting, and he swore inwardly: "This time, I will not let you be alone again. I will share the happiness with you, and I will bear the pain with you." '

Everything fell into darkness again, and Wu Xie knew that no matter whether what he saw was an illusion or not, he had to grow up and wanted to stand by his side and become his strength.