Jinmu Qingli

Holding the bottle of medicine tightly in the hand, it can also be hidden in the snow, so white that there is no sin.

Mu Qingli walked into a store and bought two bottles of Baisui Mountain. Looking at the Baisui Mountain held by the salesperson, his eyes were out of focus, as if looking through the pure water of the Kunlun Mountains. Places to go.

The footprints on the back turned into loneliness, and flowers grew under his feet, without the coquettishness of Manzhushahua, which belonged to Mu Qingli, and he knew that they were white hyacinths, which took root and sprouted again under the dead branches buried by snow, In the end, it formed an immortal flower, and at his feet, flowers grew.

The falling snowflakes become scattered screens, revealing the skyline of the cemetery at the appointed time, becoming a sad picture.

Walking into the residence of Huaqu's sleeping soul, Mu Qingli calmly opened the bottle cap, swallowed the whole bottle with water, and finally threw it in the trash can.Lifting his feet and walking in, there, he can touch the person he misses today, and feel the frequency of his heartbeat.

The stone steps are very long, and the falling snowflakes are like a passing memory, with pure white and beautiful reveries, making him step by step like a dream, step by step approaching the place where Huaqu sleeps.

Standing still in front of the stele, Mu Qingli stared at the black and white colors on the stele, but still couldn't lose that monstrously handsome face.After a long time, Mu Qingli knelt down slowly, put a bottle of pure Baisui Mountain in his hand on the open space in front of the monument, leaned on "Huaqu", and said, "I came to see you today, but I didn't bring the one you are loyal to." The white hyacinth is my fault. However, you must be very tired after walking alone for so long. This bottle of Baisui Mountain was given to you by me. This time, I will give it to you instead."

The indifferent and sad voice is full of strong sadness and countless longing.

He looked up at the young man in the photo with nostalgia, as if the young man was right in front of his eyes, never disappeared, never died.

"I still remember, every time you go out, you never buy me a drink, you always hand me the Baisui Mountain, and ask you why you don't answer, you always shake your head and smile." In that past.He remembered that until one time when he was watching TV, there was an advertisement for Baisui Mountain on the advertisement.

"Hundred-year-old mountain, the expression of love, if you love him, give him a hundred-year-old mountain." Mu Qingli recalled the advertisement that he had only seen once and wrote down, and read this passage with infinite nostalgia, tears uncontrollably The forbidden ground came out of the eyes, and the heat it brought out also dissipated in the wind. "You are really... Really let me do nothing about you..."

He raised his hand and stretched out his slender and sickly fingers, carefully caressing every outline of the flowers on the photo. The clean boy with flaxen hair and fair handsome face broke into his cold heart for many days at this moment. "After today, I will come back to see you and be with you. I will never be willful again, I will never let you know what to do, and I will never hurt you again. Can you come pick me up... ..." After Mu Qingli choked up and finished speaking, big tears fell into the snow and fell into small pits, melting into the ice and snow, filled with nostalgia.

"Hmm -----" His body gradually felt unwell, and his stomach felt overwhelmingly uncomfortable. There was a burst of colic, like a demon in hell, pinching his stomach with his big hands, and sucking at will.

Mu Qingli hugged the cold stone tablet curled up, cold sweat broke out from the pain on his forehead, his pale and weak body fell into the thick snow, which made his already weak and cold body even stiffer and colder in the cold winter.

"Huaqu--I'm coming soon, I'm afraid I'll get lost if I walk alone later, you come and pick me up---------" He hugged the stone tablet tightly and spit out these few words with difficulty. In a single word, the soul from afar comes from the snow on a lonely cold day, bringing cross-boundary love and longing, and will blend with those who are waiting here, and the melted longing will melt into the snow like tears, and fall into infinite sorrow .

"Mu Qingli, did you skip class just to come here?" Yu Jinxian stepped on the thick snow and walked steadily towards Mu Qingli who was curled up.Seeing Mu Qingli embracing Huaqu's tombstone, Yu Jinxian was stabbed in the heart. How can a dead person let him do this?Unhappy in his heart, his eyes sank, he stood in front of Mu Qingli, looking down at the snow-covered person in front of him.Even though he didn't want him to freeze in his heart, he slapped him in the face and ran to see the dead man.

"You'd better give me a satisfactory explanation!" Yu Jinxian was as gloomy as the weather, and locked onto Mu Qingli tightly.

"Yu Jinxian...I hate you." Mu Qing squeezed out the words from the ninja pain, the sleeping pill took half an hour to take effect, he couldn't let Yu Jinxian find out, otherwise his death would definitely be uglier than now.

Yu Jinxian squatted down, approached Mu Qingli, and jokingly said, "Why, hate me? Huh? Hehe." Looking at Mu Qingli's long and slender eyelashes dyed in snow, Yu Jinxian suddenly approached Mu Qingli and pointed at his neck After smelling it, he suddenly pulled up Mu Qingli's skirt, and said viciously: "Mu Qingli! You dare to take sleeping pills? You dare to seek death behind my back?!!!"

"Who do you think you are?----" Mu Qingli gritted his teeth and returned.Yu Jinxian tightly grabbed Mu Qingli's lapel with her fingers, and shouted uncontrollably: "Who am I? Hahaha! I'm not as good as you wish! I want you to regret doing this and regret asking who I am!" He grabbed Mu Qingli by the waist and strode out of the cemetery.The gloomy face is darker than the dark sky, and colder than the cold weather.