"Uh-huh... Huh..."
Qi Ming fell on his side in the snow, gritting his teeth and slowing down his breathing. The warm blood blurred one of his eyes, and the remaining one fell heavily toward the empty wind and snow ahead.
"Huh... Leng... Fortunately you didn't come..."
He slowly raised his frozen hand and stretched it forward with difficulty. The moment his fingertips touched the small skateboard pendant not far away, he closed his eyes completely and fell into the boundless cold.
…
"Where's my brother?"
At the door of the operating room, a child of about thirteen years old gently pulled his mother who was crying in front of him.
The mother suddenly came back to her senses, raised her hand and gently stroked the top of the child's hair, squatted down and hugged him tightly into her arms. When the father saw this scene, he also knelt down, took both mother and son into his arms, and comforted them silently.
But the child didn't get the answer, and still stubbornly asked again and again, with a slight hint of panic in his empty eyes: "Where is my brother?"
…
In order to follow the fetters of reincarnation, his soul was divided into two places when he was reincarnated, one half was born with him, and the other half wandered into the dust; the wind and snow took away his old body, and the souls that had been separated for many years finally merged into one, and they rushed to a belated reunion with the two lives.
Intention: Obsession tears apart the soul, and wind and snow isolate life and death. Even if the old days cannot come back, broken people can still find a home in the world.