Xuankong

December 25, [-], outside Moscow

The wind howled.

Rows of tombstones are erected, but it is obvious that no living person has been here for a long time. The snow has been built layer by layer, and every step will leave a deep depression of nearly [-] centimeters. The snow is too soft and obliterated. Stepping up the steps, a girl fell from a high place. She thought it was just a slope, but she didn't expect that it was all steps.She was wearing a long white down jacket and a camel scarf. Her untied hair was pulled into the hat by static electricity like a sprouting willow tree. The scarf was scattered on the snow, and she was like a white ball, also smashed into it. In the white snow.

The snow was so thick that she didn't feel any pain at all. She got up again, tripped over the steps again, and fell down again.But fortunately, there are not many steps for her to fall. The dilapidated fence is entwined with circles of rusty wire. The anger that was originally chilling was piled up by the vines, which has a sense of history. The fence that has not been cleaned for a long time has already been climbed. It is full of plants, and after the snow melts, it will grow day after day in this northern land in early spring.

"Is that flat land?" asked a girl in a gray coat with a high ponytail.

"Aren't you talking nonsense! This is the practice that my mother bought with her life!" The girl who fell to the ground couldn't get up at all, and rubbed herself with thick cashmere gloves in the hole she made in the snow The ass that hurt a little from being thrown.

The tall figure jumped down and landed on one foot firmly beside her—but he didn't expect that this was not flat ground!Instead, she just stepped on the steps, and she flipped back, her ponytail seemed to be able to make a "snack" in the wind, and she landed in front of the last row of tombstones near the fence and stood firm.

"You lied to me!" Jiu De Mai put her hands in her pockets. She didn't wear gloves. In such a cold winter, her skin could almost be cracked by freezing, but she was only wearing a woolen coat and a scarf. It seems to be just a decoration, and it doesn't play the role of keeping warm.

"Who told you not to help me!" Su Enxi stood up with her hands on her hands, "it's so cold with gloves on, can people live in this place?"

"Of course not." Mai Toku walked straight forward, walked to a short tombstone at the end of the small cemetery, and swept off the snow with both hands. Her hands were not red from the cold, and it was fine. Bloody, as if he couldn't feel the temperature.

Mai Tokuro and Su Enxi received their final mission a month ago, an itinerary schedule, and two sky-high ticket prices.Golden Eagle luxury train journey - from Moscow to Tehran, re-travel the Silk Road, and enjoy the landscape and culture of ancient Persia along the way.

This is an out-and-out vacation. The facilities on the train are extremely luxurious. The two-week train journey is like living in a super five-star hotel, but with a little more freedom. The glass-top viewing Train carriages, Russian language teaching, museum visits along the way, in short, what you didn't expect, can come to you at the sunrise and sunset that change every day.

And the condition in exchange for this vacation is very simple, just present a bouquet of flowers to the dilapidated tomb in the wilderness of the starting point.

Moscow is a city that believes in the Orthodox Church. If the snow was not so thick, you might still be able to see the garlands that had turned into dried flowers in front of the tombstones, but they might have been blown away by the wind.

Among the tall crosses, only this small tombstone is different from the others. It is a black stone, which is said to come from the Arctic, which is colder than Moscow, and has been frozen for hundreds of years.There was something vaguely engraved on the stone, and the transparency was very high, as if it had been sealed in a tin box.

Jiu De Mai took out a bouquet of flowers from Su Enxi's backpack. The flowers were still very bright and kept in a glass case.She gently placed in front of the black tombstone.

"Why did the boss ask us to come here? I really want to know who is buried here?" Su Enxi said.

"This is our last job, don't ask why, just finish it quickly, or else it will snow heavily when we go back, and then we will have to sleep in the snow, because you can't take a step." The wind and snow swept across the faces of the two girls. They looked young, but they should not be called "girls" anymore.

"Anyway, the boss left most of the property to that bad boy Lu Mingfei. He said he was going to travel around the world. Even if we play for five or six days, we can just wait until the train leaves. You know, but San Wu is really lucky to say that he went to have fun with the boss."

"What the boss left us is enough for us to do nothing for a lifetime, okay? Don't be dissatisfied."

"Anyway, wait, wait for them to come back from traveling around the world."

Jiu De Mai swept the tombstone with a thin layer of snow that had just fallen, "The boss said there is no need to wait, everything is over, let's find a good family to marry, husband and raise children."

"Hey, who would like you, miss." Su Enxi smiled.

"Let's go." Jude Mai gathered up the decorative scarf.

The wind is still there.

There is no traffic here, and it will take five or six hours to go out, so the two set off early, but it is still almost dark when they go out, and the ditty hummed by Jiu Toku Mai is taken away like a wind and frost knife.

"Down by the Salley Gardens, my love and Idid meet."

"She passed the Salley Gardens with littles now-white feet."

"She bid make love easy as the leaves grow on the tree."

"..."

This day was her birthday, and it was also the day they met.

There is no remembrance, no chanting of the Gospel of John, no farewell ceremony, and no slow bell ringing.The wind blows the petals of Papaverradicatum carefully cultivated in a greenhouse and sticks them on the tombstone made of black stone. Life laughs at death, but they don't know that there was a seed in the tin box, trying to bloom quietly.

The petals were blown away, and the snow was also blown away. The handwriting on the tombstone was three English characters. This tombstone was obviously not newly molded. There were ravines all over it, and it was almost impossible to see what was written on it.If Jiude Mai carefully identified it, he would find that this small tombstone covers a large area, and the distance between it and the tomb next to it is wider than the ordinary arrangement.

Two people are buried here.

We will meet again on the shore where the young white birds fly in the clear water and sand. At that time, I will die on the battlefield sweeping the world. The flowers you taught me to grow have all withered.