Jinmu Qingli

"Master! Master -----" The old butler accidentally saw Mu Qingli's crazy behavior in the snow at the door. At this moment, the snow was falling like heavy rain, falling from the sky mercilessly.Mu Qingli's shoulders, head, and even eyelashes were covered with a thick layer of snowflakes, which seemed to blend in with the snow.He hurried back to the house to get the umbrella, his old body couldn't care less, he hobbled to Mu Qingli's side with the umbrella in his hand.

"Master! Don't do this, the flowers will bloom in the next year! How can you make Master Hua like this!" Pulling Mu Qingli, who was almost a snowman, into his arms, the black umbrella blocked the falling snowflakes above his head, with a full face. Distressed to persuade Mu Qingli.

"Uncle Chen...do I deserve it--" He deserves that everyone around him abandons him, he deserves that he doesn't know how to cherish, and that he deserves to live so uselessly.His hands were red from the cold, with blood oozing from his fingertips, the tears on Mu Qingli's face were frosted, his eyes stared blankly at the dead hyacinth branch that he dug out in front of him, but was already in ruins.

"Less...Xiao Mu, you are right, the fault is that this world should be like this." Such a law of the jungle.The last sentence the old housekeeper held back in his heart, Xiaomu is not suitable for such cruelty.Mu Qingli held his head with his frozen hands, the snow from his hair fell down, and the snow in front of him was piled up in front of him, so it looked like what Huaqu made that winter - oh, that's a snowman .

"Xiaomu! Look! This is a snowman!" The young Huaqu looked at Mu Qingli excitedly, and pulled the young but indifferent Mu Qingli to the "snowman" he built.

Mu Qingli's head is full of black lines, and the pair of snow in front of him is a snowman? !Are you kidding him? ?Looking at Hua Qu who was proudly waiting for praise, Mu Qingli didn't say anything, and walked away on the snow field in front of the courtyard with difficulty, walked to the snowman he had built, looked at Hua Qu with an infatuated face, and his heart rose. Feeling a sense of satisfaction, even the corners of his mouth, which had never been curved, curved up.

Huaqu seems to have discovered something more interesting than Mu Qingli's snowman --- Mu Qingli laughed!

I have always realized that now, Mu Qingli always looks indifferent, obviously only ten years old, why he always looks very sad, Hua Qu is very sad about this, because he knows that Mu Qingli is not happy, so He will not be happy either, the reason is so simple.

Watching and watching, the smile on the corner of Huaqu's mouth gradually widened, the light in his eyes illuminated the entire snowy night, Mu Qingli looked at such Huaqu, the cold corner of his heart seemed to be melted by the sun, and lived in a ray of warmth .

Memories are used to heal old wounds. Living in memories is not cowardly, but really beautiful, for true feelings.Huaqu, the affection has come to this point, why do you have any regrets?Mu Qingli raised his head to look up at the pitch black snowy night, the courtyard is now under his body, but it has already changed.

The darkness in front of my eyes is getting heavier and heavier, the slender eyelashes are trembling slightly, looking at the falling snowflakes for the last time, I lift up my fingertips, and connect the snowflake that melts when heated, to the fingertips, the coolness turns into nostalgia for a long time .Tears welled up in his eyes again.

You lied to me, you said tears are cold.Now that I have tasted it, it is hot, salty and bitter.

Really, can't taste--

The hoarse and concerned voice of the old housekeeper sounded in his ears, Mu Qingli's eyelids were heavy, and finally he felt the wind blowing by his ears, with a low and deep voice of Huaqu, which made him fall into boundless memories.

The body kept sinking, without any support, the hair fluttered in a mess, and the corners of the clothes were flying in the air.Mu Qingli opened his eyes and looked at the place where he was, and there was that piece of darkness again. Is he the only one left in this world? Is he---is he dead---

Standing in this darkness, it seems that this is the final point of life. Why do people always pursue unrealistic fame and fortune, but never think that they can't take anything with them after death, only the things that were ignored during their lifetime like.

Glittering flames gradually appeared around him, Mu Qingli stretched out his hand, and pointed at one of the flames with his slender fingertips.Suddenly, all the fireflies gathered together, Mu Qingli opened his eyes wide, trembling all over, looking at the firelight in disbelief,,, no, it should be the person formed by the firelight gathering, that is Huaqu!

The eyes were uncontrollable in an instant, and the tears burst like a bank.

Looking steadily at Huaqu in front of her, it was still the handsome silhouette, the white gauze was gradually falling off, flying in the wind, those peach blossom eyes were set on her face as before, and the smile at the corner of her mouth was so gentle that Mu Qing's heart ached.

Unable to bear the condemnation and endless longing in her heart any longer, she exhausted all her strength and ran towards the flower song in the firefly. With the light within reach, Mu Qing closed her eyes lovingly and threw herself into the flower song. in the arms.

The author has something to say: May Day, that's all for today.