After being killed by the author who wrote fanfiction [Korean Entertainment]

In the chaos, everyone involuntarily looked up at the gray sky, and reached out to catch the snow-white/elf falling from the sky.

Light snow sprinkled sporadically, blending into the night and disappearing quietly, but even so stingy, it was still a gift from heaven, which made people fall into a huge carnival.

The countdown to the new year is still going on, the bell rings once, and then again, ethereal and distant, resounding throughout the city.

It's midnight, December is coming to an end.

The first snow fell miraculously.

The girl squeezed the phone tightly, the snow fell on her ears, on her eyelashes, and on the top of her hair, no one paid any attention to what she said, even the camera turned to the sky to try to capture this miraculous scene For a moment, she found her own voice amidst the turbulent voices, and slowly opened her mouth to break the silence.

Even if people noticed her, they could only see her silently moving her lips.

Her voice was suddenly drowned in the deafening cheers and New Year's countdown, the clock struck heavily, but her voice still clearly reached the person's ears, through the noise of people, through the fine snow and fireworks, through a whole Years of searching and waiting.

"Bian Baekhyun, I'm back."

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At the last moment of December, the whole of Seoul is boiling with the miraculous first snow.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

No one knows.

For men, this moment is the miracle of December.

an ending

You are not of this world.

So when I know you are still somewhere in the world, a place far away from me.

I am not depressed.

Every morning, the wind that blows over your cheeks will crash into my arms, and at that time, I will imagine that I am hugging you.

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The noise in the ear is like a tide, and no one cares whether the silence is one second or 10 minutes.

"Where are you?" the man asked.

Others can't hear anything, but those who are familiar with him can realize the excessive drop of his ending, which is the way Baekhyun only pronounces when he is on the verge of losing his composure and wants to suppress his emotions.

"Want to eat barbecue?" The girl pressed the phone to her ear, looked up at the snow that was gradually falling, smiled, and answered the question, "Winter in Korea is really too cold."

The first snow in Seoul lasted all night, from late night this year to dawn next year.

The crowd did not disperse for a long time, frolicking in twos and threes on the street, the girl walked alone, passing through the lively crowd like a lonely ghost, away from the main square with dazzling lights and loud voices, and immersed in the black streets in the distance walk around.

The girl walked down from a high place, looking from her direction, the lights of the street lamps stretched into a long warm river.

Walking past one street lamp, two, three, until there was no sound of people around, the snow was falling, covering the girl's head, already covered with a thin layer of white.

She accidentally stepped on a thin leaf and made a crisp sound, but the sound instantly melted into the thick snowy night, she breathed, the cold air entered her lungs, and breathed out with her body temperature , Burning wisps of white gas.

At this moment, it seemed that she was the only one left in the world.

The shops on the first floor along the street have already closed their doors, but the residential floors on the second floor are full of fireworks and laughter. The orange light overflows from the closed windows and floods the sidewalk, forming a small pool of warm color.

The girl kept walking, kept, kept walking, until a certain moment, she knew that someone would come to her.

The sound of footsteps came hurriedly from the other end, coming towards her without any hesitation, as if drawn by the law of universal gravitation, there is mutual attraction between any object, and the magnitude of this force is proportional to the mass of each object, And it is inversely proportional to the square of the distance between them.

As the distance got closer, the pace became faster and faster.

The cold wind hit her head and face, and his body temperature and breath were frozen in it, almost hurting her cheeks.

The sound of footsteps never stopped, and the sound of panting was very clear against the backdrop of the silent night. The snow fell one after another, reflecting the warm light of the lamp in the dark night, like white stars riding the wind one after another. , falling from the sky.

She noticed and stood still.

At the starting point of the road, under the lamp, a man wearing a black fisherman's hat came towards her. He was so white, his lips were bright red, and his sober eyes were cast on her from a distance from his dark eyes.

Even if he met his eyes, he didn't stop, and strode towards her through the snow and night.

She was a little dazed, remembering the scene when she first met him, she was wearing a long white dress worn by a female ghost, and her makeup was messed up, while he was dressed in black, his eyes were black and white, and when he raised his hand, his wrist bones were thin and slender.

She thought, shocked to heaven.

At that time, even though she couldn't protect herself, she was still thinking, how could there be such a good-looking man with red lips and white teeth, and a shocking indifference-take it from being amazing.

Only when you see the beauty, you will have a future.

He was wearing a black mask and a loose black down jacket. His brown hair was somewhat messy under the peaked cap, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes were plain, which made him appear closer to everyday reality.

Unlike when he stopped at a safe distance back then, he stopped one step in front of her, bent slightly and panted heavily, white air leaking from his mask, in the night and light, like layers of thin smoke rising.

After meeting again for such a long time, he had fantasized about the situation when they met again, because these thoughts have experienced countless uneasiness, entanglement and puzzlement, and the problems that kept him almost awake at night are at this moment—— The moment it entered her eyes, it seemed to disappear.

During the long stare at each other, neither of them could speak.

"Winter in Seoul is really cold," she looked away to the sky, broke the silence with a smile, she looked back at him again, and said, "However, this city is still the same as before. So many things happened, people Quickly forget—forgetfulness is a good thing."

He didn't speak.

"Do you recognize me?" She asked him with a smile on that strange face, "Bian Baekhyun."

Bian Baekhyun doesn't know that face, but he will always know those eyes. When those eyes slanted, he was so angry that he almost lost his mind; When those eyes looked at him intently, his soul found a place to rest.

"I..." He took a heavy breath, and the cold air pierced into his lungs instantly, making his voice tremble, showing a bit of embarrassment and nervousness that he couldn't hide even though he tried his best.

"Did you run here?" She asked in surprise.

"Yes, because I want to see you." Baekhyun calmed down, raised his eyes, and replied sincerely and seriously, his cheeks were already red from the wind, his earlobes were red, and only his eyes were not dyed any warm color, black and white distinct.

There were snowflakes on his eyelashes, and they trembled with the slight movement of his blinking.

The girl really wanted to reach out to wipe it off for him, but Bian Boxian straightened up at this moment, still looking extremely serious: "You die easily, what if I walk too slowly and you die again?"

"It can't be so fast," the girl frowned, pointed to the next intersection, and said, "I plan to go to the store to make a reservation first, but I didn't expect you to come running - let's go together, this time I will dinner."

When Bian Baexian saw the girl smiling at him easily and speaking casually, the corners of his eyes suddenly and slowly turned red, and the watery red flooded and spread into his eyes.

This is like his dream, not like reality.

He was overwhelmed by the confusion between dreams and reality. There were several months between them and several lives. He waited for a hundred days, but to her it was just a dream.

And now the peaceful goodbye, does it mean that the easy parting will come again?

"Why did you come back?" He finally calmed down and was able to speak steadily. He stretched out his hand and carefully brushed the broken snow off the girl's head, turned his eyes away, and said softly, "Don't you need to meddle in other people's business?" He asked When he said this, he looked serious and focused, without any hint of anger, just asking.

She didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

"I thought you wouldn't come back." Bian Baekhyun lowered his thin face and his thin eyelids trembled slightly. He said that he was a man like a stone, neither hurt nor tired, but always easily Emotions collapsed in front of her.

Before the red from the corners of his eyes turned into wetness, he took a deep breath to suppress the surging choking, smiled, and said: "You helped me, the mission is over, and you left, just like you left Jin Meizhu they."

"I thought about it, you will never come back because of me." He bit his lower lip, looked up at the sky, and let the overflowing heat flow back, but his voice trembled like a tree hanging on a branch in the winter wind. The remnant leaves, the ending was stained with crying, but he just didn't let it flow out naturally, restrained, and endured, "But I try not to think that way, because you said you would come back."

Jian Wuyu silently looked at his skeletal profile. He was a little out of shape, as if he had experienced a lot in this year, and she also knew that after death, the body is relaxed, and the burden remains with the living. people bear.

She looked at the street with lights still on, amidst the light snowflakes and the heavy winter wind, she said softly: "I'm trying to keep my promise, I'm sorry it took so long."

"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you. About why Che Che died, why I killed Che Che, and what happened to all of this, I haven't told you anything about it. I'm sorry."

Bian Boxian hooked the corners of his mouth, his smile was fleeting like a night-time epiphyllum, he turned around silently, and walked forward, the girl immediately followed.

The sound of two light footsteps became the entire source of the sound for a moment.

There is a row of private cars parked on the side of the street, their shadows pass through the dark car windows, vaguely overlapping, as if cuddling together to keep warm.

The two walked side by side for a long time before he said, "You don't need to tell me, I believe you."

"I believe you will believe me," the girl replied in a deep voice, "