I don't want a crematorium

The snow fell for a long time, and the city even dispatched snow plows to clear the roads.

There was a sound of a car outside, and the old man got up to meet him.

Opening the door from the inside, Mu Zecheng was dressed in black, with snow on his shoulders. The moment he entered the room, it turned into water stains due to the temperature in the room.

"Sir, take off your coat first. There is hot tea on the table."

Mu Zecheng took off his coat in silence, but went upstairs directly.

The old man glanced worriedly.

In the study, Mu Zecheng was completely cold, and the old man found that the heating was not turned on when he entered the room. Just when he was about to find someone to come, Mu Zecheng stopped him, "No need, this is fine."

He could only put the tea by Mu Zecheng's hand.

After a while, when he came back, he found that the hot tea in the pot hadn't moved at all.He sighed silently, and put the tray in his hand on the table, "Sir, it's time to drink the medicine."

Mu Zecheng didn't move for a while.

Just when Uncle Zhang was about to urge him again, he stretched out his hand, picked up a pill on the plate, and frowned, "What's the point if you drink it, you're still going to die."

With a snap, the pill broke apart, and the white powder scattered all over the table.

Mu Zecheng's face became even colder, and he directly raised his hand and poured all the medicines into the trash can.

Uncle Zhang couldn't say anything else, "I'll go get another pair."

"no need."

Mu Zecheng's voice came from behind, but Uncle Zhang didn't agree this time.

When he came in again, Mu Zecheng was no longer in the room.

He went downstairs to look for it, and saw the back of Mu Zecheng sitting on the stone chair in the courtyard.

The heavy snow hadn't stopped yet, at this time it started to rain again, and it all fell on Mu Zecheng.

It is useless to persuade himself, he knows this very well.

He turned to make a phone call.

Today is off, Han Yang is at home, and was still sleeping when he received the call.

"What's wrong."

"Mr. Han?"

"I am." Hearing the old voice on the phone, Han Yang sat up, "Who are you?"

After reporting his home, "Although the weather is wet and the road is slippery, can you please come over and have a look at Mr. Mu?"

"What's wrong, Mr. Mu?"

The old man opened his mouth, but did not make a sound. He turned his head and glanced at Mu Zecheng, but swallowed what he wanted to say, "Mr. sit in."

Today is the anniversary of the death of sister Mu Zecheng.

Han Yang remembered it when he saw the calendar.

Relatives in Mu Zecheng's family fell ill and died one after another.

Han Yang attended the funeral of Mu Zecheng's younger sister, and not long after, Mu Zecheng's father also passed away, and it was because of this that Mu Zecheng left here.

He arrived at the villa in Muze City after a short drive.

The yard is huge, but Mu Zecheng is not outside, Han Yang led the way through the old man and went out through the back door, only to see Mu Zecheng's back.

His clothes were already soaked by the rain and snow, and everything around him was foggy. Only Mu Zecheng was sitting there, dressed in black.

Han Yang looked at him, was silent for a moment, picked up the umbrella handed by the old man and walked over.

When he got to Mu Zecheng's side, he stopped.

Probably because the temperature in the room was too high, the moment Han Yang came out, he felt that the rain and snow outside were bitingly cold.

He held an umbrella and stood beside Mu Zecheng.

Seemingly knowing that it was him, Mu Zecheng didn't raise his head and told him to go back, "It's cold outside."

But Han Yang just looked at the snow falling from the sky.

It seemed to be the same at that time.

Han Yang saw Mu Zecheng from a group of people dressed in black, his face was extremely pale and expressionless.

It was also snowing heavily that day, like goose feathers.

The funeral was held inside the house, but Han Yang watched Mu Zecheng go out. He looked at his father next to him, got up and followed out.

That day, Mu Zecheng looked at Han Yang who was following him, and also told him that it was cold outside.

But in fact, Mu Zecheng was colder.

Han Yang looked down, and Mu Zecheng, who was sitting on the chair, leaned his body and leaned on his arm.

He seemed to hear Mu Zecheng calling out to him.

It might sound like an exaggeration, but at this moment, the only one left of the two of them is the other, their unrelated relative.

The temperature on Han Yang's body gradually spread to Mu Zecheng's arms. He stood up, took Han Yang's hand, and brought him back to the room.