This winter has been much colder than usual, with heavy snow blocking the roads leading to the mountains.
Shao Yuanzhou followed his past memories and stepped into the snow step by step, stepping on the dead branches and leaves buried underneath, leaving footprints in the snow.
Snow flakes fell on the branches and fell on Zhou Weiqing's grave.
Shao Yuanzhou gently swept away the snow on the tombstone and made a small space in front of the tomb. He took the paper money he had prepared and bent down to avoid the wind.
The lighter clicked and couldn't light a fire. Shao Yuanzhou tried many times, but it didn't work. The wind here was too strong. He couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness, and the memory that he couldn't forget seven years ago gradually flooded into his mind.
Shao Yuanzhou squatted down next to the tombstone, like a baby, curling up, trying to absorb a little warmth. He pressed his cheek to the side of the tombstone and felt a biting chill, which seemed to penetrate deep into his bones and make his heart feel uncomfortable.
He stayed in this posture, staring blankly into the distance, letting his thoughts wander. In a daze, the figure in his memory seemed to appear in front of him. He hurriedly reached out to grab it, but it immediately turned into flying snow and disappeared between heaven and earth.
The forest in winter seems extremely quiet and lifeless. The cold wind whistled through the valley, carrying away a deep cry.
Brother, it's so hard to lose you for more than two thousand days. I can't hold on anymore.
Purpose: Face your heart and learn to grow