Jinmu Qingli

The snow fell heavily, floating in the air without temperature, and slowly falling.A sad atmosphere hangs over this already gloomy corner.

The headlines on the front pages of various newspapers are reporting --- "The youngest of the Hua family died in the hospital in Huaqu."

------ "The famous writer Hua Qu is actually the heir of the Hua family!"

------"The famous writer Hua Qu died after composing music for her lover, suspected of murder."

Newspapers of all colors flew all over the sky, setting off a hurricane in the city.Mu Qingli stood in the snow dressed in black, beside Hua Yuanlin, the grief of losing his son made him aged 20 years overnight.Behind him are people from the business and political circles who came to mourn.In this cold winter, Huaqu --- is gone.

I don't know what else to do at this moment, is it painful?Or just die together?Pale snowflakes mercilessly covered the new tomb, and the enchanting and handsome face of Huaqu on the stone tablet smiled so beautifully, the flowers in front of the tombstone occupied most of it.Mu Qingli stood firmly in front of Li's tombstone, the sadness and despair in his eyes were melted by snowflakes into tears that slid down the corners of his eyes, condensed into ice at the moment of falling, and shattered upon touching the ground, just like his heart at the moment.

All kinds of things from the past and him appeared in front of my eyes, so real, it seemed like yesterday.Faint thunder, cloudy sky, but I hope that the wind and rain will come, and I can keep you here.

Heavy snow fell, and the pedestrians on the street were in a hurry. Mu Qingli walked slowly, stepping on the snow like a walking corpse, walking towards their past step by step.The boy in the red shirt always follows him like a shadow. He still remembers that he likes to walk on the left side of him the most. He said, "Because the left side is closest to your heart." He still remembers asking him Why do you always wear a white shirt? He said, "Because white suits you!" He still remembered that when he was ten years old, he planted white hyacinths under the bay window. He asked why it was white, and he Said: "Because the language of flowers is good." He still remembers that when he decided to write and publish his first work called "Wood Liqu", he happily ran to tell him that that bright smiling face has now become his The bitter fruit of memories.

The distance is dim, the road does not see the end, and the heavy snow is drifting unscrupulously in front of his eyes. The constant longing tortures his heart that was full of holes when he first fell in love.A familiar melody suddenly sounded on the street, followed by a familiar voice hovering in my ears, a deep magnetic voice, still full of longing and love.It's the song "Sakura Sakura Wants to See You"---Huaqu composed for him.

With a pause in his footsteps, Mu Qingli trembled slightly, and the tears in his eyes could no longer keep flowing out of his sockets. The tear stains snaked around his pale cheeks, crystal clear, and melted by the heat when the snowflakes melted in, never to be seen again.Mu Qingli covered his face with his hands, and squatted down tremblingly, "Ah----Hua Qu--you are so cruel, abandoning me when I accept you?!" The heart-piercing pain occupied the whole body atrium. "Why! Why! Why!" His shoulders kept trembling, and he wept uncontrollably, causing passers-by to turn their heads frequently.

The heavy snow fell mercilessly, and did not stop because of the joys and sorrows of the world.A thin layer of snowflakes had already accumulated on his shoulders and head. Mu Qingli staggered and stood up, his lips tremblingly pale, the sadness in his eyes colored the snowy day, his eyes were bloodshot, he staggered as he walked, his whole body The decadence of people is so obvious.

Mu Qingli still stepped on the snow step by step, walking forward, leaving deep and shallow footprints in the snow, lonely in a row.The familiar melody evokes a deeper picture, like a revolving lantern, showing the comings and goings of him and Huaqu, all of his life, in the chaotic mind.Make a deeper imprint.Huaqu, did you know that you would die a long time ago, and then gave me such a gift, so that I will never forget you, did you---you are so ruthless!

Returning to the Mu's villa in a daze, the Hua's villa next door was already gloomy, and under this gloomy sky, there was even less life in it.Entering the villa, the old butler looked at him with distressed and worried expression, hesitated to speak, just sighed and shook his head and walked away, because he knew that any words at this moment would be in vain.

Pushing open the bay window of the room, there was no familiar fragrance of flowers. When I looked down, there were only ruined dead branches pressed hard by the heavy snow in the mud.Mu Qingli seemed to have gone crazy, and rushed downstairs to the dead branch covered by heavy snow, knelt down suddenly, and lay on the thick snow with both hands desperately, the eagerness and fear in his eyes made tears fall again, Hitting the snow leaves little tear marks.

"Huaqu! No---no---don't! Woooooo---don't---" While digging the snow, weepingly called Huaqu's name, hugging the dug out dead branches tightly In my arms, like holding that memory, it is also like holding a flower song.Life is so fragile, yesterday we were talking and laughing together, and the next moment we are parting from each other.

Mu Qingli never thought that he would be so heartbroken after worrying about gains and losses, his soul seemed to be taken away.

Flower Song --- faint thunder, cloudy sky, even if there is no rain, I will stay here.